Adventures of a Selssucker Pt.6-8
"Adventures of a Selfsucker" Parts 6-8 We climbed from the hot tub, and Ryan grabbed the whiskey. He slipped his dick back inside his shorts. Ben still unabashedly rubbed himself. Hot water ran down our bodies, while steam rose from our shoulders. We stumbled back inside, and up the steps to the guest bedroom. Ryan turned around a corner. “I think I’m going to skip out guys, I’m really tired.” Just as well, he had a girlfriend.
Evan followed Ben and I into the bedroom. I flicked the light on and we stripped off our wet shorts. Evan took them all into the adjoining bathroom. His round ass swayed as he crossed the room. I took advantage of the moment and looked at Ben’s hard cock. He was really quite large, but appeared average next to me. Evan strutted back into the bedroom, making circles around his fat prick. He couldn’t even get his hand around the tip. It was like a plum on the end of a short can of body spray. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, filling my grip entirely, the veins pulsating in my palm. He sighed and put his hand around my side. His warm body against mine felt amazing, and made my cock jump.
Ben pushed me onto the bed, and sat down next to me. “Are you going to finish the show for us?”
I tightly held Evan’s cock. “If you guys want to keep watching, I will.” I pulled Evan by his dick onto the bed. We sat in a row on the edge of the bed, cocks out and pulsing. We each held our own now, stroking steadily. I looked down at Ben’s. It was an inch or so shorter than mine, and on the thin side, but was perfectly shaped. It looked like a miniature version of my own. Two veins rose up along the sides, dark and purple against his pale shaft. His glans was tapered and red. “You both have really nice dicks.” They laughed as I positioned myself to fuck my face as requested earlier. I stuck my feet out, and straightened my legs to a 45-degree-angle from the floor. Wrapping my arms around my thighs, I got going. Out the corner of my eyes, I watched Ben jacking off. Staring at his cock, just inches from my face, made me thrust my hips aggressively against my own mouth. I wanted him to slide in and out, widen my lips, and poke into my throat. I thought about another guy for the first time while selfsucking, imagining Ben’s long cock ramming my mouth, not my own. I wanted our dicks to slide against each other inside my mouth, practically tearing my lips apart, but that was probably impossible. Mine was more than wide enough to strain my own mouth.
I was really pounding my mouth now, spit pouring from the corners of my mouth. My thrusts, Ben and Evan jacking off hard, and my head-banging really shook the bed. I was close to climax, so pulled off and immediately wrapped a big hand around my cock. “What should I do with this load?”
Ben moaned next to me. Evan twisted his hand around the fat tip of his prick. “Cremapie….” was all he could huff out.
I loved taking my seed into the back of my throat. Swallowing the first drop made the succeeding shots rocket back, my throat tightening around my fat, sensitive tip. I would miss my shaft subsiding in my mouth, and gliding it slowly against my soft tongue until it slipped out, spent and jizz-soaked. I was a cum-slut for myself. But if they wanted to see a creampie, I would oblige. I stopped slamming my face and let my mouth do the work. Cock tingling as I rode, and unexpectedly, shot right onto my tongue. Warm jizz enveloped my mouth as I fought hard against the impulse to swallow. Thick streams oozed between my lips until they ran down my shaft and coated it in white gel. I slowly licked around my tip, tasting the thick texture of cum, before letting it fall off my tongue. I pulled away, jizz sticking to my lips, and dropping in globs onto my shaft. The last few drops hit my cheeks.
Evan knelt at my knees. “Can I suck it off your balls?” His hand was a blur between his legs, as his body began spasming.
I licked the drops clinging to my lips, as Ben’s hand tangled into my hair. “That would feel fucking fantastic.” There was a sudden suction around my sack. Evan’s mouth was cupped over my nuts.
Ben pulled me close. “I wanna taste too.” He licked the corners of my mouth, where little drying pools adhered, then kissed me full on the mouth. It was shocking. Hot splatters hit my calves. Evan was cumming. We looked down, and Ben shot immediately, splattering his abdomen with big ropes. We were all moaning, and covered in spunk.
I rose, Ben’s sticky hand found my firm ass. “I think we all need a shower.” We went to the adjoining bathroom, cocks deflating. I twisted the spigot, and steam filled the bathroom. We all stepped into the glass-walled shower. I looked at the guys’ naked bodies—Evan was about 5’8, and had a fine layer of brown hair covering his chest, stomach and legs. His body was strong, but had little definition in its musculature. Cum matted his hairy stomach and thighs, and clung in the traces of a beard on his jaw. Ben was more attractive. He was just over six-foot and had a tight buzz cut, and brown eyes. His stomach was chiseled, but the rest of his body was thinner than mine. He had a very long back, and looked like a swimmer. Little hair covered his body. Water issued from the rainfall shower-head, coating us all and rinsing the cum, sweat, and chlorine away. A pair of hands wrapped around my chest, from under my armpits.
Ben had his face on the back of my neck, and gently nibbled it. His hands wandered over my abs, as I watched Evan rinsing the filth from his hairy body. I fingered a line from his shoulders and over his thick arms, down his sides, and wrapped my hands around his hips. He turned as I leaned down to kiss him. This was the first time I had kissed a guy, with the exception of Ben not five minutes earlier. I had never felt this level of intensity in a kiss before. Girls, I realized, were not dispassionate kissers. However, there was never the urgency, the hot anticipatory breath, nor the excitement on their lips. Evan and I fought with our tongues.
Ben pulled my plastered hair away, and really began in on my neck. It felt amazing. I stood and craned around to Ben’s face, Evan’s tongue going to my pecs. I put my hand around Ben’s face and we kissed deeply, our tongues wandering in and out of each other’s mouths, breath mingling and our noses rubbing. It felt phenomenal to stand up straight and be kissed. I turned around, Ben’s hand going deep into my long wet hair. Our bodies pressed together, the water cascading between our hard chests and stomachs. His cock stirred against my weighty flaccid package, beginning to reawaken against my wet member. Evan’s tongue explored my back, gently flicking between my shoulder blades, his hands massaging my tired muscles.
Ben and I made out deeply, his tongue everywhere at once in my mouth. I gently bit his bottom lip and he sighed, relaxing further into my arms. I slowly rotated my hips against his. My face nestled into his clavicle and I kissed every inch of it. Evan made his way around to the side of our tall, soaked bodies, and kissed Ben. We opened our embrace and he came into it, sucking on Ben’s nipples, his face just below mine. I placed my hand under his chin, and brought his face to mine. Evan was an even better kisser than Ben. Our lips were locked, tongues swirling around each other. I felt a hand making it’s way down my hip, and briefly looked down to see Ben holding his nuts with mine, rubbing them together and twirling our fleshy soft lengths together.
I reached back to turn the water off, but the three of us kept kissing, licking the last droplets of water from our bodies. “Do you guys want to lay down, it’s getting pretty late.”
They agreed. We stepped out, the shower walls and the mirror were completely steamed over as we toweled each other off. We went back out to the bedroom, collapsing into the queen-sized bed. We took turns drunkenly kissing, our bodies curled against each other, and hands exploring our bodies. Next to me, Ben was hard and slowly humping my side. I wanted just he and I in the bed so badly. I wanted his body on top of mine, or him squirming underneath me. But, it seemed inappropriate with Evan still there. I was already wondering what I had gotten into. These were two of my best friends, had I made a massive mistake, or was this an overture to a brand new and exciting life? After that night, I was entirely converted.
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Part 7
The rest of break was uneventful compared to the night at Jimmy’s parents’. I worked every day, and continued spending time at Ryan’s, with Jimmy and others. For the two of them, everything was the same. One thing did change in those platonic settings. Ben always sat by me, or leaned against the sofa next to my legs. I didn’t mind his new attentions, but was hesitant to stay over at Ryan’s. If I did, I knew Ben would stay too, and complicate matters. I had not told Ryan or Jimmy about what happened that night after they had both passed out. They held no judgements whatsoever, but I didn’t want to shatter our friendships. I wanted things frozen in crystal. After a few hours of hanging out after work, I would leave their house. Often, Ben followed me at the same time.
The first few nights we walked out together, we parted with a lingering hug at the bottom of the walk. Ben’s hand at the small of my back, and one on my shoulder. Then one night, he kissed me on the cheek. I had no idea one tiny kiss could make me so horny. Really, I was boned up by the time his lips left my face. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” he said with smiling eyes.
We walked to the street, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of jeans, shivering in the cold. I slowly jerked the massive snake in my pants, covering it with my hand. He was parked behind me, and when we got to the street he placed a brief, wet kiss on my mouth. Shit, I was about to blow. “Have a good night.” I turned quickly and opened my car door. I cranked the seat warmers and waited for him to leave. What was I doing? By this point, I was pretty sure I was gay, but could I really disrupt our entire circle of friends by dating Ben? We were so entangled, and if things did not work out, where would that put everybody else? I needed more than a week to really consider it. Even with these thoughts, I grew impossibly hard with him on my mind. If I didn’t get with Ben, though, I wanted to find another guy. He pulled away a minute later. My car was good and toasty, as I unzipped my fly.
I ran my hand over my form-fitting boxer-briefs, along the twitching ridge of my cock. I discovered a wet spot beginning at my hip, where my dick slit rested. I snuck my fingers inside, running them over my soft cockhead. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the icing clean. I really loved the thick taste of my precum. Now, whenever I had my own, I instantly thought what Ben’s sweetness would be like on my tongue. I was parked on a side street, so pulled my dick out.
It was always a challenge opening up the fly and tugging out my hard shaft. I wrestled the pole out, sinking into the seat a little so I could force it through the hole. When it was finally out, I leaned over and gave my cock a kiss. A lot of precum came along, and as I sat back up, a spidery strand connected to my cock. I bent down and kissed it again, heat radiating into my mouth, clear juice wetting my lips. I took just my helmet in and tenderly nibbled, sucked, tongued every little bit for five minutes straight, until spunk filled my mouth. I leaned back, eyes closed, swishing my thick load around in my mouth. It was hot and velvety on my tongue, unlike anything else I could imagine. I drove home, holding the cream in my mouth and drinking it bit by bit, until I pulled up to my parents house and swallowed the last drops.
I was awoken by a buzzing, It was Ben: Good morning!
I couldn’t just avoid him. The situation needed to be met, and handled. Before a week ago, it wasn’t strange for him to text me in the morning, now though, I knew there were other motivations. A mass was constrained in my shorts, I reached under the covers and fondled my big morning wood as I typed a response. Me: Well hey! How are you doing?
The house was empty in the morning, my parents being at work and my sister still in school. I slipped my shorts off, and threw the covers from my torso. I rubbed my lithe body up and down, feeling the heat of sleep evaporate. A dirty dream lingered, but I couldn’t remember exactly what it had been about. I thought about Ben laying his head on my abs, holding my shaft and kissing it before taking it whole. I spit on my hand, then moved it down my whole length. Ben: Great! Just woke up, struggling to get out of bed.
Me: haha same here, I sympathize entirely. What are you doing today?
Ben: Nothing, day off.
Spur of the moment, I decided to bite the bullet and play the situation out, Me: I’m off too, want to do something?
Ben: Want to go to the mall with me, christmas shopping to do still? I can get you in an hour
Me: Sounds chill, see you in a bit
The prospect of an afternoon with Ben excited me. In the past I would have said no, or invited Ryan along, but I really wanted some one-on-one time with Ben to click as more than friends. First, the mass between my legs needed attention. I wrapped both hands around the turgid shaft and furiously beat myself off, balls bouncing against my ass. I exploded quickly, painting my chest with warm drops. Then, I rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom for a shower. As I scrubbed myself clean, I imagined Ben’s soapy wet body across town, how he probably had just jacked off too.
The mall was decorated for the holidays. Wreaths adorned every second-story balcony overlooking the main-floor promenade. As we walked past the Santa’s Workshop, Ben joked about sitting on Santa’s lap under his breath. I giggled, because it was really funny. In our circle of friends, he was the one who made everybody laugh. We went into a few stores. I bought my sister a gift card at a candy store, because she had a massive sweet tooth. We went into a sporting goods store and spent a lot of time perusing the skiing stuff. “I want to get my dad new poles, but they’re so expensive!” He bought them anyway, and we left the store. I bought my mom a watch, and new sunglasses for my dad. I wanted to spoil them just a little bit.
“I”m feeling really hungry,” I said. Time was moving on, and through the vaulted windows above everyone’s heads, the sky grey dark. We went to the food court, and stood in line at China Wok.
“So, today has been fun, I like spending time with you,” Ben said as the line slowly inched forward,
“I enjoyed it too.” It had been awhile since we had hung out alone. “I forgot how silly you were.”
Ben smiled and my heart skipped a beat, he was really quite handsome. His purchases sat on the faux-wood floor. “Oh thanks Silas,” he said, punching me gently in the ribs. “But you were the one that made me smile.”
My face grew hot and I blushed deeply, like an embarrassed k**. “Stop it, just stop. You flatter me.”
He winked. “That’s the point, right?” He approached the counter, and ordered.
We made our way through the crowded food court and to a secluded booth, there were no tables open. We tucked into the steaming bowls of noodles. I whispered, “but really Ben, I like you, and definitely not just as friends.” I chewed my noodles.
“Let’s keep hanging out then.” He slurped his noodles hungrily.
My stomach did flips, like we drove over rolling mountain roads. “Can we pretend Jimmy’s didn’t happen? I was just so drunk!”
“Silas, I’m probably never going to forget that night.” We were nearly done with our food. “You were just so sexy.”
“I didn’t say forget, I said pretend.” I chewed the last few pieces of beef.
“We can take things slow.”
“That would probably be best, I really don’t want to mess things up with all of our friends.” We were both done, leaning into the booths and digesting. “I know they don’t give two shits if I’m gay or not, but if we were together things might get weird.”
“I don’t see how Silas, they love us both. It could just make things stronger.” Ben did have a point.
We got up and slowly walked back through the mall, and towards the parking garage. I felt Ben’s hand brush against mine a few times, but switched my bags so he would stop. I felt odd about being seen like that in a public place. This was a two-weeks old life for me, I didn’t want everyone seeing it. We put everything in the backseat of Ben’s Cherokee. He gently pinned me against the door as it shut. His hand on my hip, and his face inches from mine, I opened my mouth and leaned towards him. Eyes closed, we brushed lips, our mouths barely open, his tongue gracing my lip. It was the sweetest kiss of my life. I wanted it to continue all evening. I leaned against the car door. My knees were weak. I felt nauseous with excitement. My hands were limp at my side, my body buzzing with anticipation. I kissed him back, enticing more and more with gentle nips of his lips. His tongue rolled in and out of my mouth. I took his face and pecked his lips a few quick times in succession. “We should go, it’s been a long afternoon.”
In the SUV, as Ben put the car into drive, I placed my hand over his on the shifter. I kept it there and our fingers played as we drove back to my parents’. I wanted Ben to know I was not personally ashamed of his touch, but didn’t want to show everyone in public just yet. I was still very new to everything. We discussed going snow boarding sometime over break, before returning back to the dorms in January. I wanted to spend the night with him, cuddled up in bed after a long day, our bodies tired, aching for each other. In front of my parents’ house, we kissed again. “I had a great time today, let’s do it again soon.”
I snuck my purchases inside, and wrapped them while hiding in my walk-in closet. A stirring filled my pants. I had been semi-erect all day from being with Ben. I rubbed it absentmindedly over the top of my jeans, thinking about his kiss lingering on my lips. I wanted him with me now, kissing me again. I was getting so horny. The presents were wrapped in front of me. I took my cock out and started stroking, imagining Ben pressed against my body and his mouth on mine. I licked my lips, and looked down at my leaking cock. It needed attention bad. Upstairs, I heard the bustling sounds of dinner being prepared; I was hungry for cock. I wedged my feet against the shelves in the walk-in, and leaned against the wall. My hips rose up and my cock hit my chin. I opened my mouth and began vacuuming the tip. I sucked hard and slow, filling my mouth with the salty flavor of sweaty shaft. I was tender from the load that morning, but still throbbed longingly between my lips. The fleshy mass began to slowly cream, the orgasm dribbling into my throat. Teeth scratching into my shaft, making my jizz vein pulse on my tongue. My whole body buzzed. I couldn’t wait for it to be Ben’s mouth on my cock.
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Part 8
It was a long few days until I saw Ben again. I gave myself a delicious private moment of ecstasy, sucking to completion, but I thought exclusively about him during the session. Before, I had concentrated solely on the stretching in my body, the wetness on my cock, my lips spreading; now I thought about Ben and swallowing him whole, his lithe body, and his cute, blushing smile filled to the brim with my fat cock. He text me often, and we called each other a few times, but it was not enough. I wanted him in my life.
At Ryan’s one night, he finally broke his silence on the issue. “So, dude, what’s with you and Ben?” Ryan always packaged questions carefully.
I took the bong, and had a long full rip. “What do you mean?”
“He asked me if you were gay.”
I sat in stunned silence, the bong firmly in my lap. “What did you say?” I passed it off to Ryan.
“As far as I know, you’re straight. And had never even seen another dick until that night at Jimmy’s.” Ryan waited for my response.
We sat through a few uneasy moments. The TV show continued in the background. I wanted to tell Ryan, allow him fully into my life, but I was still unsure myself. “That night at Jimmy’s was crazy. I think we all did things that were a little out of character.”
Ryan hit the large water pipe. “That’s for sure. But from the way Ben told it, you were the most unusual.” He handed the pipe back to me. “You did some pretty crazy things that night.”
I set the bong right between my legs, lowered my head, and hit it. “Just like this.” I coughed, and set it down on the table. “The hot tub incident was weird. I don’t need to hear about it from anyone.”
“You were pretty awesome, dude.” Ryan said. “About Ben, are you into him, like, are you gay, Silas?”
“Not really sure what I am, definitely not heterosexual. I enjoy sucking my dick too much to be 100% straight.”
He laughed a real, deep, belly laugh. “I’ll let him know you said so.”
“I think I am gay.” I let the coin drop. Ryan’s expression remained unchanged. “At least gay enough to want to try dating a guy. Shit, maybe even Ben.” He never said anything to Ben, and the issue died entirely. I stayed the same in his eyes no matter what, regardless whom I decided to love. Ryan was my best friend, and always would be.
Ben was a different story. He asked me on a date the next day and I jumped at the opportunity. It was going to be a real date. He wanted to buy me dinner, and see a movie. I was so nervous. I felt 16 again, like I was meeting Julia for the first time. I spent an hour-and-a-half in front of the full length mirror deciding on clothes, whether my hair should stay down, or tied into a loose bun, and what shoes to wear. Then I remembered Ben had seen me in almost everything I owned. I wriggled into a pair of tight chinos, and snapped on a jean shirt. I pulled my fleshy cock up to my hip, making it discreet as possible. My phone buzzed. Ben: I’ll be by in 5 min.
Shit! He was practically here. I pulled my hair back, and knotted it. I took my coat from the hall closet, and stepped into a pair of black nikes at the door. I went to the end of the driveway. Before I even really shivered, Ben’s headlights appeared. His car tore down my parents’ street. Tires crunched to a halt on the compacted snow, and the passenger side door jumped open in one movement. “I see you also decided to wear a jean shirt,” he said.
I looked at his chest, he wore almost the same shirt, except in bright red. “I can run in and change!”
“No, we look cute, sort of a red vs. blue thing. Get in the car, the cold’s coming in!”
We drove to a little mexican restaurant across town, near the university. The music blared and we sang along the whole way over, but didn’t say very much. We arrived, and hopped out of the car. Ben had driven up onto a pile of snow plowed into the corner of the lot. I kind of slipped down it, and he helped me up, brushing my back and tousling my hair. “Looks like you got some snow clinging.” I got to the front door first, and held it open for him.
“Such a gentleman, Silas.” He approached the hostess stand. “Two please.” She led us around the packed steaming restaurant to a table at the back. We settled in to chips and salsa.
After a few minutes of chit-chat we shared an easy silence. “Ben, what are we doing here?”
“Just getting dinner, and seeing a movie if you want. I can get dinner if you want to pay for the movie.”
“I mean, is this really happening? I keep pinching myself waiting for it to not be true, for you to say that the last few weeks have just been a joke with you and Ryan. I don’t know.”
“Believe me, I’ve been waiting for the same thing. I know you’re straight, Silas…”
“But, I’m not. That’s why I’m feeling weird, you know?” The restaurant was so packed that even if someone knew us, they would not have seen us clearly through the crowd. I put my hand on his. “I don’t want to be a horn-dog, that’s not why I’m doing this.”
“So, you actually want to date me, Silas?” Ben wrapped his fingers through mine.
“We’re having dinner, at a restaurant, in public,” I cooly sipped my limonada “we are on a date, right?”
“Of course, just didn’t want to be the only one who thought this was a date. I’ve liked you for a long time.” By the time we ordered food, we had decided to actually be together. After a week or two, we would tell our friends.
We switched entrees halfway through, because Ben’s mouth was watering over my enchiladas. “You picked the best thing on the menu!”
“I usually do,” I said, “or at least I try to.” We finished up. Ben, as promised, paid. I held the door for him again, while I opened a mint and popped it in. He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the parking lot. I wove my fingers through his, our hands growing cold in the frosty night. I pulled him closer into a sideways hug. We wrapped our arms around each other’s waists and went towards the Cherokee.
The movie theatre was full, it seemed there was little else to do in the dark, cold nights. I bought tickets for a horror movie, and popcorn. We made our way to the only open seats far in the back. Before the previews were over, our hands were clasped on the seat rest between us. We tickled each other’s palms and fingers, stealing little pecks on each other’s cheeks. The movie began, and intermittently, I squeezed Ben’s hand. I always got afraid during scary movies; never really frightened, but nervous. They affected me so much. Ben put his arm over my shoulder, and I leaned into it. He squeezed my shoulder at the jumpy bits, but he actually screamed a few times.
I had my hand on his knee and eased it up his thigh, but very slowly. It was the first time we really shared body heat. His weight against me felt great. He grabbed my hand, and brought it to his lap, holding it gently. The movie was really frightening, I was unsure if my heart rate was up from that, or the excitement of being with Ben. My hand was not directly on his crotch, but I sensed a growing atmosphere of warmth rising from it. Soon, the movie ended. As we stood up, Ben adjusted his crotch and I felt flattered.
As we left the theatre, he delicately grabbed my hand and we walked out. Fat snowflakes fell from the sky. The cotton candy sky glowed pink, we went along laughing about the movie. My heart still pounded, Ben was definitely the cause. We got into the SUV. “So what do you want to do now?”
I leaned into the seat and chose music. “We could do anything. Get coffee, go hang out at Ryan’s, find somewhere private.”
“Well, I do have to work tomorrow. Maybe I can just take you home?” Ben turned the car on. “I would really like to chill, just have to be up early.”
“That sounds fine.” I said. Ben drove back across town, speeding over the icy roads, and crashing through banks of piled snow. It was thrilling, and we shouted with every puff of snow over the windshield. He took a route through a field, and into my parents’ neighborhood. Snow burst up around us like fireworks, exploding across the bright headlights. The car jostled over the bumps. Soon, we arrived outside my parents’. “I really had a great time with you tonight. I’m sure when we get back to the dorms, we can cuddle and watch movies all night.”
“That does sound fantastic.” Ben leaned across the center console, and tenderly kissed my lips. They sparked.
We parted, and smiled at each other, and I leaned back in for another kiss. Our lips lingered, while I placed a hand on his chest. Ben sighed against my cheek, and his chest leaned closer. There was no tongue in the kiss, but our lips grazed each other’s over and over, never parting through the song, and another. He pulled away. “Do you need to go?”
“I do, just want to get some good sleep in tonight.” He pressed his lips hard and briefly against mine.
“Well, goodnight.” We kissed fast again, and I stepped out of the car. “Text me when you get home!”
“I definitely will.” Ben’s tires flung snow as he pulled away, and I stood in the drive laughing at his antics. I looked into the pink sky, my chest so incredibly light, like I floated on ten beers. I wanted Ben next to me in bed, laying together all night until the morning. I stood outside, my head tossed back and face flushed, catching snowflakes on my tongue. I made a snowball and threw it into the air at no one. I jumped and danced around the driveway, hopping in place and swirling my arms over my head. I exhaled thick clouds of breath, which hung over my head like mist. I then felt the cold, and shivering, went inside.
I threw my coat over a kitchen chair, and kicked off my shoes, the snow melting from their soles. I slid around the kitchen, drinking a glass of water, and drumming against random surfaces. A mass filled my pants. I had mostly avoided selfsucking that break, but was so horny I went in the guest bath needing release. I pulled my mostly soft cock through the zipper of my pants, and let it flop across the crotch of my chinos while lowering my round butt onto the lip of the tub. I reached up under my thigh and squeezed the base of my cock, inflating the tip. I took it into my mouth. I couldn’t get all that much with a semi, but knew it wouldn’t stay soft for long. I pinched the tip between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My head tickled as it widened, flattening out slightly. It filled my mouth. I relaxed my grip, and grasped both of my thighs. I slurped on my cock like a noodle, quick and hard, feeling my helmet engorge and sneak back into my mouth. I grew hard. My lips moved up and down in rapid succession. I was nearly ready to blow, Ben had excited me so. I pressed my tongue down and lowered my head, taking more than half my shaft. My orgasm bubbled, cock jerking hard against my chin as spit streamed down the shaft and coated my fly. Juice banged into my throat, and I moaned through stuffed lips. I slammed my head down, my cock still cumming, but my throat full. I swallowed the load, and jizz still rocketed back. I couldn’t swallow it all and started coughing. I pulled up quickly, and shot the last few drops onto the floor. Next time I wanted a BJ, it would be Ben.
Evan followed Ben and I into the bedroom. I flicked the light on and we stripped off our wet shorts. Evan took them all into the adjoining bathroom. His round ass swayed as he crossed the room. I took advantage of the moment and looked at Ben’s hard cock. He was really quite large, but appeared average next to me. Evan strutted back into the bedroom, making circles around his fat prick. He couldn’t even get his hand around the tip. It was like a plum on the end of a short can of body spray. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, filling my grip entirely, the veins pulsating in my palm. He sighed and put his hand around my side. His warm body against mine felt amazing, and made my cock jump.
Ben pushed me onto the bed, and sat down next to me. “Are you going to finish the show for us?”
I tightly held Evan’s cock. “If you guys want to keep watching, I will.” I pulled Evan by his dick onto the bed. We sat in a row on the edge of the bed, cocks out and pulsing. We each held our own now, stroking steadily. I looked down at Ben’s. It was an inch or so shorter than mine, and on the thin side, but was perfectly shaped. It looked like a miniature version of my own. Two veins rose up along the sides, dark and purple against his pale shaft. His glans was tapered and red. “You both have really nice dicks.” They laughed as I positioned myself to fuck my face as requested earlier. I stuck my feet out, and straightened my legs to a 45-degree-angle from the floor. Wrapping my arms around my thighs, I got going. Out the corner of my eyes, I watched Ben jacking off. Staring at his cock, just inches from my face, made me thrust my hips aggressively against my own mouth. I wanted him to slide in and out, widen my lips, and poke into my throat. I thought about another guy for the first time while selfsucking, imagining Ben’s long cock ramming my mouth, not my own. I wanted our dicks to slide against each other inside my mouth, practically tearing my lips apart, but that was probably impossible. Mine was more than wide enough to strain my own mouth.
I was really pounding my mouth now, spit pouring from the corners of my mouth. My thrusts, Ben and Evan jacking off hard, and my head-banging really shook the bed. I was close to climax, so pulled off and immediately wrapped a big hand around my cock. “What should I do with this load?”
Ben moaned next to me. Evan twisted his hand around the fat tip of his prick. “Cremapie….” was all he could huff out.
I loved taking my seed into the back of my throat. Swallowing the first drop made the succeeding shots rocket back, my throat tightening around my fat, sensitive tip. I would miss my shaft subsiding in my mouth, and gliding it slowly against my soft tongue until it slipped out, spent and jizz-soaked. I was a cum-slut for myself. But if they wanted to see a creampie, I would oblige. I stopped slamming my face and let my mouth do the work. Cock tingling as I rode, and unexpectedly, shot right onto my tongue. Warm jizz enveloped my mouth as I fought hard against the impulse to swallow. Thick streams oozed between my lips until they ran down my shaft and coated it in white gel. I slowly licked around my tip, tasting the thick texture of cum, before letting it fall off my tongue. I pulled away, jizz sticking to my lips, and dropping in globs onto my shaft. The last few drops hit my cheeks.
Evan knelt at my knees. “Can I suck it off your balls?” His hand was a blur between his legs, as his body began spasming.
I licked the drops clinging to my lips, as Ben’s hand tangled into my hair. “That would feel fucking fantastic.” There was a sudden suction around my sack. Evan’s mouth was cupped over my nuts.
Ben pulled me close. “I wanna taste too.” He licked the corners of my mouth, where little drying pools adhered, then kissed me full on the mouth. It was shocking. Hot splatters hit my calves. Evan was cumming. We looked down, and Ben shot immediately, splattering his abdomen with big ropes. We were all moaning, and covered in spunk.
I rose, Ben’s sticky hand found my firm ass. “I think we all need a shower.” We went to the adjoining bathroom, cocks deflating. I twisted the spigot, and steam filled the bathroom. We all stepped into the glass-walled shower. I looked at the guys’ naked bodies—Evan was about 5’8, and had a fine layer of brown hair covering his chest, stomach and legs. His body was strong, but had little definition in its musculature. Cum matted his hairy stomach and thighs, and clung in the traces of a beard on his jaw. Ben was more attractive. He was just over six-foot and had a tight buzz cut, and brown eyes. His stomach was chiseled, but the rest of his body was thinner than mine. He had a very long back, and looked like a swimmer. Little hair covered his body. Water issued from the rainfall shower-head, coating us all and rinsing the cum, sweat, and chlorine away. A pair of hands wrapped around my chest, from under my armpits.
Ben had his face on the back of my neck, and gently nibbled it. His hands wandered over my abs, as I watched Evan rinsing the filth from his hairy body. I fingered a line from his shoulders and over his thick arms, down his sides, and wrapped my hands around his hips. He turned as I leaned down to kiss him. This was the first time I had kissed a guy, with the exception of Ben not five minutes earlier. I had never felt this level of intensity in a kiss before. Girls, I realized, were not dispassionate kissers. However, there was never the urgency, the hot anticipatory breath, nor the excitement on their lips. Evan and I fought with our tongues.
Ben pulled my plastered hair away, and really began in on my neck. It felt amazing. I stood and craned around to Ben’s face, Evan’s tongue going to my pecs. I put my hand around Ben’s face and we kissed deeply, our tongues wandering in and out of each other’s mouths, breath mingling and our noses rubbing. It felt phenomenal to stand up straight and be kissed. I turned around, Ben’s hand going deep into my long wet hair. Our bodies pressed together, the water cascading between our hard chests and stomachs. His cock stirred against my weighty flaccid package, beginning to reawaken against my wet member. Evan’s tongue explored my back, gently flicking between my shoulder blades, his hands massaging my tired muscles.
Ben and I made out deeply, his tongue everywhere at once in my mouth. I gently bit his bottom lip and he sighed, relaxing further into my arms. I slowly rotated my hips against his. My face nestled into his clavicle and I kissed every inch of it. Evan made his way around to the side of our tall, soaked bodies, and kissed Ben. We opened our embrace and he came into it, sucking on Ben’s nipples, his face just below mine. I placed my hand under his chin, and brought his face to mine. Evan was an even better kisser than Ben. Our lips were locked, tongues swirling around each other. I felt a hand making it’s way down my hip, and briefly looked down to see Ben holding his nuts with mine, rubbing them together and twirling our fleshy soft lengths together.
I reached back to turn the water off, but the three of us kept kissing, licking the last droplets of water from our bodies. “Do you guys want to lay down, it’s getting pretty late.”
They agreed. We stepped out, the shower walls and the mirror were completely steamed over as we toweled each other off. We went back out to the bedroom, collapsing into the queen-sized bed. We took turns drunkenly kissing, our bodies curled against each other, and hands exploring our bodies. Next to me, Ben was hard and slowly humping my side. I wanted just he and I in the bed so badly. I wanted his body on top of mine, or him squirming underneath me. But, it seemed inappropriate with Evan still there. I was already wondering what I had gotten into. These were two of my best friends, had I made a massive mistake, or was this an overture to a brand new and exciting life? After that night, I was entirely converted.
Male UnitMetabods Merch
Part 7
The rest of break was uneventful compared to the night at Jimmy’s parents’. I worked every day, and continued spending time at Ryan’s, with Jimmy and others. For the two of them, everything was the same. One thing did change in those platonic settings. Ben always sat by me, or leaned against the sofa next to my legs. I didn’t mind his new attentions, but was hesitant to stay over at Ryan’s. If I did, I knew Ben would stay too, and complicate matters. I had not told Ryan or Jimmy about what happened that night after they had both passed out. They held no judgements whatsoever, but I didn’t want to shatter our friendships. I wanted things frozen in crystal. After a few hours of hanging out after work, I would leave their house. Often, Ben followed me at the same time.
The first few nights we walked out together, we parted with a lingering hug at the bottom of the walk. Ben’s hand at the small of my back, and one on my shoulder. Then one night, he kissed me on the cheek. I had no idea one tiny kiss could make me so horny. Really, I was boned up by the time his lips left my face. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” he said with smiling eyes.
We walked to the street, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of jeans, shivering in the cold. I slowly jerked the massive snake in my pants, covering it with my hand. He was parked behind me, and when we got to the street he placed a brief, wet kiss on my mouth. Shit, I was about to blow. “Have a good night.” I turned quickly and opened my car door. I cranked the seat warmers and waited for him to leave. What was I doing? By this point, I was pretty sure I was gay, but could I really disrupt our entire circle of friends by dating Ben? We were so entangled, and if things did not work out, where would that put everybody else? I needed more than a week to really consider it. Even with these thoughts, I grew impossibly hard with him on my mind. If I didn’t get with Ben, though, I wanted to find another guy. He pulled away a minute later. My car was good and toasty, as I unzipped my fly.
I ran my hand over my form-fitting boxer-briefs, along the twitching ridge of my cock. I discovered a wet spot beginning at my hip, where my dick slit rested. I snuck my fingers inside, running them over my soft cockhead. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the icing clean. I really loved the thick taste of my precum. Now, whenever I had my own, I instantly thought what Ben’s sweetness would be like on my tongue. I was parked on a side street, so pulled my dick out.
It was always a challenge opening up the fly and tugging out my hard shaft. I wrestled the pole out, sinking into the seat a little so I could force it through the hole. When it was finally out, I leaned over and gave my cock a kiss. A lot of precum came along, and as I sat back up, a spidery strand connected to my cock. I bent down and kissed it again, heat radiating into my mouth, clear juice wetting my lips. I took just my helmet in and tenderly nibbled, sucked, tongued every little bit for five minutes straight, until spunk filled my mouth. I leaned back, eyes closed, swishing my thick load around in my mouth. It was hot and velvety on my tongue, unlike anything else I could imagine. I drove home, holding the cream in my mouth and drinking it bit by bit, until I pulled up to my parents house and swallowed the last drops.
I was awoken by a buzzing, It was Ben: Good morning!
I couldn’t just avoid him. The situation needed to be met, and handled. Before a week ago, it wasn’t strange for him to text me in the morning, now though, I knew there were other motivations. A mass was constrained in my shorts, I reached under the covers and fondled my big morning wood as I typed a response. Me: Well hey! How are you doing?
The house was empty in the morning, my parents being at work and my sister still in school. I slipped my shorts off, and threw the covers from my torso. I rubbed my lithe body up and down, feeling the heat of sleep evaporate. A dirty dream lingered, but I couldn’t remember exactly what it had been about. I thought about Ben laying his head on my abs, holding my shaft and kissing it before taking it whole. I spit on my hand, then moved it down my whole length. Ben: Great! Just woke up, struggling to get out of bed.
Me: haha same here, I sympathize entirely. What are you doing today?
Ben: Nothing, day off.
Spur of the moment, I decided to bite the bullet and play the situation out, Me: I’m off too, want to do something?
Ben: Want to go to the mall with me, christmas shopping to do still? I can get you in an hour
Me: Sounds chill, see you in a bit
The prospect of an afternoon with Ben excited me. In the past I would have said no, or invited Ryan along, but I really wanted some one-on-one time with Ben to click as more than friends. First, the mass between my legs needed attention. I wrapped both hands around the turgid shaft and furiously beat myself off, balls bouncing against my ass. I exploded quickly, painting my chest with warm drops. Then, I rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom for a shower. As I scrubbed myself clean, I imagined Ben’s soapy wet body across town, how he probably had just jacked off too.
The mall was decorated for the holidays. Wreaths adorned every second-story balcony overlooking the main-floor promenade. As we walked past the Santa’s Workshop, Ben joked about sitting on Santa’s lap under his breath. I giggled, because it was really funny. In our circle of friends, he was the one who made everybody laugh. We went into a few stores. I bought my sister a gift card at a candy store, because she had a massive sweet tooth. We went into a sporting goods store and spent a lot of time perusing the skiing stuff. “I want to get my dad new poles, but they’re so expensive!” He bought them anyway, and we left the store. I bought my mom a watch, and new sunglasses for my dad. I wanted to spoil them just a little bit.
“I”m feeling really hungry,” I said. Time was moving on, and through the vaulted windows above everyone’s heads, the sky grey dark. We went to the food court, and stood in line at China Wok.
“So, today has been fun, I like spending time with you,” Ben said as the line slowly inched forward,
“I enjoyed it too.” It had been awhile since we had hung out alone. “I forgot how silly you were.”
Ben smiled and my heart skipped a beat, he was really quite handsome. His purchases sat on the faux-wood floor. “Oh thanks Silas,” he said, punching me gently in the ribs. “But you were the one that made me smile.”
My face grew hot and I blushed deeply, like an embarrassed k**. “Stop it, just stop. You flatter me.”
He winked. “That’s the point, right?” He approached the counter, and ordered.
We made our way through the crowded food court and to a secluded booth, there were no tables open. We tucked into the steaming bowls of noodles. I whispered, “but really Ben, I like you, and definitely not just as friends.” I chewed my noodles.
“Let’s keep hanging out then.” He slurped his noodles hungrily.
My stomach did flips, like we drove over rolling mountain roads. “Can we pretend Jimmy’s didn’t happen? I was just so drunk!”
“Silas, I’m probably never going to forget that night.” We were nearly done with our food. “You were just so sexy.”
“I didn’t say forget, I said pretend.” I chewed the last few pieces of beef.
“We can take things slow.”
“That would probably be best, I really don’t want to mess things up with all of our friends.” We were both done, leaning into the booths and digesting. “I know they don’t give two shits if I’m gay or not, but if we were together things might get weird.”
“I don’t see how Silas, they love us both. It could just make things stronger.” Ben did have a point.
We got up and slowly walked back through the mall, and towards the parking garage. I felt Ben’s hand brush against mine a few times, but switched my bags so he would stop. I felt odd about being seen like that in a public place. This was a two-weeks old life for me, I didn’t want everyone seeing it. We put everything in the backseat of Ben’s Cherokee. He gently pinned me against the door as it shut. His hand on my hip, and his face inches from mine, I opened my mouth and leaned towards him. Eyes closed, we brushed lips, our mouths barely open, his tongue gracing my lip. It was the sweetest kiss of my life. I wanted it to continue all evening. I leaned against the car door. My knees were weak. I felt nauseous with excitement. My hands were limp at my side, my body buzzing with anticipation. I kissed him back, enticing more and more with gentle nips of his lips. His tongue rolled in and out of my mouth. I took his face and pecked his lips a few quick times in succession. “We should go, it’s been a long afternoon.”
In the SUV, as Ben put the car into drive, I placed my hand over his on the shifter. I kept it there and our fingers played as we drove back to my parents’. I wanted Ben to know I was not personally ashamed of his touch, but didn’t want to show everyone in public just yet. I was still very new to everything. We discussed going snow boarding sometime over break, before returning back to the dorms in January. I wanted to spend the night with him, cuddled up in bed after a long day, our bodies tired, aching for each other. In front of my parents’ house, we kissed again. “I had a great time today, let’s do it again soon.”
I snuck my purchases inside, and wrapped them while hiding in my walk-in closet. A stirring filled my pants. I had been semi-erect all day from being with Ben. I rubbed it absentmindedly over the top of my jeans, thinking about his kiss lingering on my lips. I wanted him with me now, kissing me again. I was getting so horny. The presents were wrapped in front of me. I took my cock out and started stroking, imagining Ben pressed against my body and his mouth on mine. I licked my lips, and looked down at my leaking cock. It needed attention bad. Upstairs, I heard the bustling sounds of dinner being prepared; I was hungry for cock. I wedged my feet against the shelves in the walk-in, and leaned against the wall. My hips rose up and my cock hit my chin. I opened my mouth and began vacuuming the tip. I sucked hard and slow, filling my mouth with the salty flavor of sweaty shaft. I was tender from the load that morning, but still throbbed longingly between my lips. The fleshy mass began to slowly cream, the orgasm dribbling into my throat. Teeth scratching into my shaft, making my jizz vein pulse on my tongue. My whole body buzzed. I couldn’t wait for it to be Ben’s mouth on my cock.
Metabods MerchHandyStuds
Part 8
It was a long few days until I saw Ben again. I gave myself a delicious private moment of ecstasy, sucking to completion, but I thought exclusively about him during the session. Before, I had concentrated solely on the stretching in my body, the wetness on my cock, my lips spreading; now I thought about Ben and swallowing him whole, his lithe body, and his cute, blushing smile filled to the brim with my fat cock. He text me often, and we called each other a few times, but it was not enough. I wanted him in my life.
At Ryan’s one night, he finally broke his silence on the issue. “So, dude, what’s with you and Ben?” Ryan always packaged questions carefully.
I took the bong, and had a long full rip. “What do you mean?”
“He asked me if you were gay.”
I sat in stunned silence, the bong firmly in my lap. “What did you say?” I passed it off to Ryan.
“As far as I know, you’re straight. And had never even seen another dick until that night at Jimmy’s.” Ryan waited for my response.
We sat through a few uneasy moments. The TV show continued in the background. I wanted to tell Ryan, allow him fully into my life, but I was still unsure myself. “That night at Jimmy’s was crazy. I think we all did things that were a little out of character.”
Ryan hit the large water pipe. “That’s for sure. But from the way Ben told it, you were the most unusual.” He handed the pipe back to me. “You did some pretty crazy things that night.”
I set the bong right between my legs, lowered my head, and hit it. “Just like this.” I coughed, and set it down on the table. “The hot tub incident was weird. I don’t need to hear about it from anyone.”
“You were pretty awesome, dude.” Ryan said. “About Ben, are you into him, like, are you gay, Silas?”
“Not really sure what I am, definitely not heterosexual. I enjoy sucking my dick too much to be 100% straight.”
He laughed a real, deep, belly laugh. “I’ll let him know you said so.”
“I think I am gay.” I let the coin drop. Ryan’s expression remained unchanged. “At least gay enough to want to try dating a guy. Shit, maybe even Ben.” He never said anything to Ben, and the issue died entirely. I stayed the same in his eyes no matter what, regardless whom I decided to love. Ryan was my best friend, and always would be.
Ben was a different story. He asked me on a date the next day and I jumped at the opportunity. It was going to be a real date. He wanted to buy me dinner, and see a movie. I was so nervous. I felt 16 again, like I was meeting Julia for the first time. I spent an hour-and-a-half in front of the full length mirror deciding on clothes, whether my hair should stay down, or tied into a loose bun, and what shoes to wear. Then I remembered Ben had seen me in almost everything I owned. I wriggled into a pair of tight chinos, and snapped on a jean shirt. I pulled my fleshy cock up to my hip, making it discreet as possible. My phone buzzed. Ben: I’ll be by in 5 min.
Shit! He was practically here. I pulled my hair back, and knotted it. I took my coat from the hall closet, and stepped into a pair of black nikes at the door. I went to the end of the driveway. Before I even really shivered, Ben’s headlights appeared. His car tore down my parents’ street. Tires crunched to a halt on the compacted snow, and the passenger side door jumped open in one movement. “I see you also decided to wear a jean shirt,” he said.
I looked at his chest, he wore almost the same shirt, except in bright red. “I can run in and change!”
“No, we look cute, sort of a red vs. blue thing. Get in the car, the cold’s coming in!”
We drove to a little mexican restaurant across town, near the university. The music blared and we sang along the whole way over, but didn’t say very much. We arrived, and hopped out of the car. Ben had driven up onto a pile of snow plowed into the corner of the lot. I kind of slipped down it, and he helped me up, brushing my back and tousling my hair. “Looks like you got some snow clinging.” I got to the front door first, and held it open for him.
“Such a gentleman, Silas.” He approached the hostess stand. “Two please.” She led us around the packed steaming restaurant to a table at the back. We settled in to chips and salsa.
After a few minutes of chit-chat we shared an easy silence. “Ben, what are we doing here?”
“Just getting dinner, and seeing a movie if you want. I can get dinner if you want to pay for the movie.”
“I mean, is this really happening? I keep pinching myself waiting for it to not be true, for you to say that the last few weeks have just been a joke with you and Ryan. I don’t know.”
“Believe me, I’ve been waiting for the same thing. I know you’re straight, Silas…”
“But, I’m not. That’s why I’m feeling weird, you know?” The restaurant was so packed that even if someone knew us, they would not have seen us clearly through the crowd. I put my hand on his. “I don’t want to be a horn-dog, that’s not why I’m doing this.”
“So, you actually want to date me, Silas?” Ben wrapped his fingers through mine.
“We’re having dinner, at a restaurant, in public,” I cooly sipped my limonada “we are on a date, right?”
“Of course, just didn’t want to be the only one who thought this was a date. I’ve liked you for a long time.” By the time we ordered food, we had decided to actually be together. After a week or two, we would tell our friends.
We switched entrees halfway through, because Ben’s mouth was watering over my enchiladas. “You picked the best thing on the menu!”
“I usually do,” I said, “or at least I try to.” We finished up. Ben, as promised, paid. I held the door for him again, while I opened a mint and popped it in. He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the parking lot. I wove my fingers through his, our hands growing cold in the frosty night. I pulled him closer into a sideways hug. We wrapped our arms around each other’s waists and went towards the Cherokee.
The movie theatre was full, it seemed there was little else to do in the dark, cold nights. I bought tickets for a horror movie, and popcorn. We made our way to the only open seats far in the back. Before the previews were over, our hands were clasped on the seat rest between us. We tickled each other’s palms and fingers, stealing little pecks on each other’s cheeks. The movie began, and intermittently, I squeezed Ben’s hand. I always got afraid during scary movies; never really frightened, but nervous. They affected me so much. Ben put his arm over my shoulder, and I leaned into it. He squeezed my shoulder at the jumpy bits, but he actually screamed a few times.
I had my hand on his knee and eased it up his thigh, but very slowly. It was the first time we really shared body heat. His weight against me felt great. He grabbed my hand, and brought it to his lap, holding it gently. The movie was really frightening, I was unsure if my heart rate was up from that, or the excitement of being with Ben. My hand was not directly on his crotch, but I sensed a growing atmosphere of warmth rising from it. Soon, the movie ended. As we stood up, Ben adjusted his crotch and I felt flattered.
As we left the theatre, he delicately grabbed my hand and we walked out. Fat snowflakes fell from the sky. The cotton candy sky glowed pink, we went along laughing about the movie. My heart still pounded, Ben was definitely the cause. We got into the SUV. “So what do you want to do now?”
I leaned into the seat and chose music. “We could do anything. Get coffee, go hang out at Ryan’s, find somewhere private.”
“Well, I do have to work tomorrow. Maybe I can just take you home?” Ben turned the car on. “I would really like to chill, just have to be up early.”
“That sounds fine.” I said. Ben drove back across town, speeding over the icy roads, and crashing through banks of piled snow. It was thrilling, and we shouted with every puff of snow over the windshield. He took a route through a field, and into my parents’ neighborhood. Snow burst up around us like fireworks, exploding across the bright headlights. The car jostled over the bumps. Soon, we arrived outside my parents’. “I really had a great time with you tonight. I’m sure when we get back to the dorms, we can cuddle and watch movies all night.”
“That does sound fantastic.” Ben leaned across the center console, and tenderly kissed my lips. They sparked.
We parted, and smiled at each other, and I leaned back in for another kiss. Our lips lingered, while I placed a hand on his chest. Ben sighed against my cheek, and his chest leaned closer. There was no tongue in the kiss, but our lips grazed each other’s over and over, never parting through the song, and another. He pulled away. “Do you need to go?”
“I do, just want to get some good sleep in tonight.” He pressed his lips hard and briefly against mine.
“Well, goodnight.” We kissed fast again, and I stepped out of the car. “Text me when you get home!”
“I definitely will.” Ben’s tires flung snow as he pulled away, and I stood in the drive laughing at his antics. I looked into the pink sky, my chest so incredibly light, like I floated on ten beers. I wanted Ben next to me in bed, laying together all night until the morning. I stood outside, my head tossed back and face flushed, catching snowflakes on my tongue. I made a snowball and threw it into the air at no one. I jumped and danced around the driveway, hopping in place and swirling my arms over my head. I exhaled thick clouds of breath, which hung over my head like mist. I then felt the cold, and shivering, went inside.
I threw my coat over a kitchen chair, and kicked off my shoes, the snow melting from their soles. I slid around the kitchen, drinking a glass of water, and drumming against random surfaces. A mass filled my pants. I had mostly avoided selfsucking that break, but was so horny I went in the guest bath needing release. I pulled my mostly soft cock through the zipper of my pants, and let it flop across the crotch of my chinos while lowering my round butt onto the lip of the tub. I reached up under my thigh and squeezed the base of my cock, inflating the tip. I took it into my mouth. I couldn’t get all that much with a semi, but knew it wouldn’t stay soft for long. I pinched the tip between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My head tickled as it widened, flattening out slightly. It filled my mouth. I relaxed my grip, and grasped both of my thighs. I slurped on my cock like a noodle, quick and hard, feeling my helmet engorge and sneak back into my mouth. I grew hard. My lips moved up and down in rapid succession. I was nearly ready to blow, Ben had excited me so. I pressed my tongue down and lowered my head, taking more than half my shaft. My orgasm bubbled, cock jerking hard against my chin as spit streamed down the shaft and coated my fly. Juice banged into my throat, and I moaned through stuffed lips. I slammed my head down, my cock still cumming, but my throat full. I swallowed the load, and jizz still rocketed back. I couldn’t swallow it all and started coughing. I pulled up quickly, and shot the last few drops onto the floor. Next time I wanted a BJ, it would be Ben.
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