With most of the houses on the block completely dark, Tim was not sure which one was Anthony's house. He had been there with his brother a few times before and had played ball on that street dozens of times, but in the darkness of night most of the houses looked the same. Suddenly he noticed that standing on the porch of one of the houses was a person, and it was Anthony. Excitedly, Tim walked up to the house. Anthony had no shirt on, and wore only a pair of blue jeans. From a distance Anthony had a finger over his lips, gesturing to Tim to be quiet as Tim crossed the lawn and approached. Without more than glancing at Tim, he stepped off his porch and walked around to the side of his house, gesturing for Anthony to follow. Even in the dark the shape of Anthony's physique - his bare back and full jeans - turned on Tim. At the rear of the house Anthony opened the back door, holding it open for Tim to slip past him. Only as Tim stepped into the house and turned around in the doorway did the two look at each other. At 5'4, Tim noticed how much taller Anthony was (5'11), now towering over him. Anthony looked surprisingly calm, and grew only more so as he saw the scared and intense expression on Tim's face. Anthony smiled slightly. "You sure you want to do this?" looking more like a guy with a serious task in mind than someone who was affected romantically. Tim nodded, glad to see that Anthony had at least not changed his mind now that they were together in-person. "Come to my room then," Anthony whispered, his huge arms gesturing sexily towards the interior of the house. "Be really quiet." Tim followed Anthony through his kitchen and living room to the stairs. Like Anthony he stepped slowly and quietly, as if crossing a minefield, so as to not make any noise that would wake the sleeping family up above. He remembered the inside of the house now, and the fact that Anthony's room was upstairs on the left (his parents' was a safe distance down the right side of the hall, and Anthony's brothers' rooms were all empty as they were in college). Sure enough, that is where Anthony led him. As Tim slipped into Anthony's bedroom, Anthony carefully closed the door behind him. A very dim light was on at the nighttable, otherwise it was as dark as you would expect at 1:30 in the morning. Tim looked around the crowded room: the sports memorabilia, the scattered CDs, the clothes on the floor, the books on the desk, even some food wrappers on the nighttable. Being in Anthony's room and looking at his personal possessions made Tim hornier, especially the sight of Anthony's rumpled bed. To Tim the bed was an altar - a temple where the body of 'Anthony the God' rested every night in all his sexual power and beauty. Tim turned to Anthony in expectation, admiring Anthony's large chest and biceps and this time making no effort to look away. Anthony took a deep breath, then locked his bedroom door and walked over to Tim. "Tim Hamilton... holy fuck. I can't believe you actually came over," he muttered. "Does your brother or sister know you came?' Tim shook his head. "Do they know you've become a fag?" Tim shook his head again. "I'm not a fag," he said. "Yeah, uh, okay," he said sarcastically. He continued his questions. "You ever have sex with your brother?" "No," Tim said, making a face of disapproval. "Or any guy?" "Nope." "So you want to test out your cocksucking on me first then?" Anthony seemed to be growing more comfortable with Tim as they communicated. Tim shrugged in agreement, looking away in embarrassment. "Yea, I always knew you had the hots for me." Anthony began to run his hand across his stomach seductively. "So, what are you into?" Tim smiled nervously, again looking down at Anthony's awesome chest and torso and down the front of his jeans. He could not reply. "At this point, it's going to be sucking my cock - whether you're into it or not." Anthony declared. A chill went through Tim as he realized he had gone past the point of no return. Given Anthony's size and his position between him and the door, Tim recognized he could not have left the house at that point if he wanted without Anthony doing what he whatever he wished. Tim had walked into the lair. But this was more exciting than scary to Tim, who nodded his approval and licked his lips. He began to rub cock through his shorts in front of Anthony. Anthony looked down at Tim's active hand and sternly pointed to it. "I don't want to see your cock, man. Keep your clothes on. You're the cocksucker here, not me." Tim removed his hand, slowly nodding. Anthony stood inches from Tim now, peering down into his face as Tim looked up breathlessly. As the two stared at each other, Tim could see that Anthony's fingers were undoing his jeans and saw the look of growing arousal in Anthony's face as he continued to stare ahead. Tim looked down, gasping at the image of Anthony's fingers pulling down his zipper and exposing his boxers. Anthony stopped for a moment, as if enjoying watching the look of want on Tim's face. Tim looked up at him again. "You should know, this is a first for me too - to let a guy have me. It's only 'cause I know you and I like you that I'm even letting you do this. I'm always turning down fags that want to blow me." Tim felt like a million dollars from the compliment. "You have such a pussy mouth," Anthony whispered. Tim licked his lips in response, staring back at Anthony seductively. "Tell me you're a cocksucker," he whispered again. Tim shrugged. "I'm a cocksucker," he quietly whispered, feeling ashamed and excited at the same time. "Say it again." "I'm a cocksucker." "Say it again." "I'm a cocksucker." There was silence. "Keep saying it," Anthony whispered. It obviously was something that aroused Anthony to hear. Tim repeated in a soft, slow voice that penetrated the quiet of the dark room, "I'm a cocksucker. I'm a cocksucker. I'm a cocksucker." "Get on your knees then." Tim immediately did so, looking at eye level at Anthony's six-pack abs and his crotch. The naturalness with which Tim slid to his knees greatly excited Anthony. "God, you ARE a cocksucker, Timmy." As he said that, Anthony conveyed a familiarity that only boys who have known each other all their lives could share. Tim loved the earthy way Anthony was speaking to him, and could not wait for what he would say or do next. He stared at the throbbing shape peaking out from Anthony's jeans. "Tell me you're a cocksucker again," Anthony ordered. "I'm a cocksucker." Tim said it slightly differently this time, more connecting the third word to his direct gaze at Anthony's barely concealed cock. "Tell me what you want," Anthony ordered, as if addressing a hungry pet. Anthony lightly kicked Tim's side with his whole leg as he said this, a gesture that seemed sexual. "I'm a cocksucker." Tim replied. "I said what do you want, not what you are." "I want your cock." Anthony nodded approvingly, although not warmly. "What do you want to do with my cock?' Anthony's right hand now moved to his fly, and Tim watched Anthony's large fingers rub the growing shaft protruding from his jeans inside his boxers, then slide his hand behind the waistband to stroke his cock directly. Tim stared at the scene in delirium, licking his lips for effect, as he knew by now Anthony was fascinated with watching the reactions in Tim's face. Mesmerized by Anthony's hand squeezing the shape of the shaft behind the checkered material, Tim stared in silence until finally looking up into Anthony's face. "I said, what do you want to do with my cock, Timmy?" "I want it in my mouth," Tim said gutturally, slightly too loudly. "Shhh..." Anthony said, briefly showing a more normal side of Anthony. Tim repeated the sentence more quietly. "I want your cock in my mouth." "What are you going to do with it in your mouth?" "Suck it." "Suck it dry?" "Yea." "You know to watch your teeth right? I'll fucking kill you if you bite my cock." "Uh huh," Tim replied confidently, having read enough porn stories to know the drill in that regard. "You want my cum?" "Yea." It was clear Tim really meant it, practically moaning the word and now looking pleadingly into Anthony's face. His bright red tongue, which could stick out surprisingly far, ran back and forth across the top of his mouth, almost touching the bottom of his nose as it slid across. "Nice tongue, man," Anthony whispered. Tim continued his licking. "You're gonna be licking up my cum with that tongue?" Tim nodded. "Yea... tell me how much you want my cum." Tim stared at Anthony's fingers stroking his cock. "I want it more than anything," he said with great credibility. "You're gonna lick it ALL up?" "Yea... every drop." Tim continued his licking, his tongue seeming even larger against his face if that were possible. Anthony grabbed the top of Tim's head with his left hand, running his fingers through Tim's fine blond hair. He tousled the hair, watching it fall back into place nearly perfectly each time. "I think I might want to shoot my cum all over your pretty blond hair instead," he whispered. Tim just looked up at him, enjoying the feel of Anthony's strong hand rubbing his head. "Maybe I'll send you home with a head full of cum," Anthony continued, almost a sneer in his face. "Would you go to school tomorrow with my cum in your hair?" he asked. Tim shrugged and smiled. "I don't think my mom would like that." "Oh, that would be so hot. I pass you in the hallway tomorrow and your hair is all sticky from my cum." "Whatever you want, Anthony," Tim agreed, having no care about tomorrow whatsoever. "Okay, enough talk. I still gotta get to sleep tonight," Anthony whispered. With that, Anthony thrust his pelvis against Tim, his stomach coming into contact with Tim's face. As Tim's eyes stared down at Anthony's navel, he breathed in the first smell of Anthony's dark tanned skin, which was now pressed up against his button nose. Tim raised both his arms, reaching around to hold on to Anthony's thighs, and at the same time puckered his lips and planted a soft, unspeakably romantic, kiss on Anthony's stomach." "Oh, shit," Anthony whispered in surprised approval. Looking up into Anthony's face and sliding his hands up and down Anthony's awesome thighs through his jeans, he saw Anthony flinch and suddenly realized Anthony's arms were pushing his jeans down. In a matter of what seemed a split-second Anthony had pushed the jeans to his ankles, and as Tim took in the view of Anthony's bulging boxers and his giant thighs out in the open, he watched Anthony expertly twist the jeans off both legs in another split second. As the jeans made a soft sound hitting the floor on the other end of the room, Tim moaned and leaned forward to again grab onto Anthony. Tim remembered the many times at the pool when he had practically drooled over Anthony's bare legs, and now here they were - towering over him inches from his face. And never at the pool had Anthony's swimsuit showed as much of his legs as his tight boxer shorts did now - plus the throbbing shape of a hard cock showing diagonally across the front of the boxers. As Tim slid his knees alongside Anthony's bare feet, his arms wrapped around Anthony's legs and he slid both his hands up Anthony's fuzzy thighs until he was grabbing Anthony's ass. He pressed his face forward, angling his head and opening his mouth so he could kiss Anthony's huge cock through his boxers. "Ohhh, you fucking slut," Anthony moaned, enjoying the many feelings Tim was surrounding his lower body with. Anxiously Anthony reached down to his boxers and pushed them down, Tim briefly pulling his head back. The boxers immediately dropped to the floor, Anthony now standing nude with his stiff cock standing erect out in the open. Tim stared in shock at Anthony's cock, and his nude body. He had never seen an erect cock before, nor realized how giant Anthony's pelvis was as it stood exposed before him. "Oh my God!" Tim squealed at the first side of Anthony's cock. It was enormous, both thick and long, and the shape and color that Tim had always dreamed of, as well as a beautiful layer of pubic hair at the base. Below the cock were Anthony's huge hairless balls, which Tim knew from the Internet were filled with the cum he wanted. Unsure of where to start, he reached his hand up to hold Anthony's cock and aim it towards his mouth. He loved the feel of it in his hands as he leaned forward open-mouthed. Crazed by his erection, Anthony was not about to let Tim decide what was going to happen next. This truly was the point of no return, and Tim was about to realize he had just awoken a young man who had grown used to exerting tremendous physical force on his girlfriends to satisfy himself. The difference was that Anthony was usually applying it into what was always in the end a welcoming vagina, but now was needing to please himself the same way with the mouth of a 16 year-old boy. In a blur, Tim saw Anthony's huge midsection approach him, Anthony's legs pounding into his shoulders and his cock banging into Tim's face. "I'm going to fuck your tonsils out," Anthony gasped, grabbing the back of Tim's head with both hands. Anthony's cock was as tall as Tim's entire face. As Anthony's pelvis pushed his cock against Tim's nose, cheek, chin, mouth, and forehead all at once, Tim opened his mouth and had his first taste of a cock by running his tongue against the shaft. As Anthony shoved his pelvis forward, Tim's open lips and tongue came into contact with different parts of the shaft, all of which Tim was sure to lick and hug with his soft lips as well as he could. While doing this, his warm hands massaged Anthony's ass and thighs lovingly. For Tim, the sight and sound and smell and taste of Anthony's cock slapping against his face could have gone on forever. "Put it in your fucking mouth, faggot," Anthony said in an animal-like voice Tim had not heard before.
As Tim grew more used to the cock, he began to shift himself on the floor so he was higher. Anthony realized what Tim was ready to do and was happy to oblige. With his hand he grabbed his cock and aimed it directly towards Tim's lips. Tim's face lit up, and he opened his mouth in anticipation. "Start sucking that cock, man," Anthony commanded, and immediately placed the head of his cock into Tim's smiling mouth. Tim was for a few seconds the happiest person on earth as his entire face became consumed with the cock that now passed his lips and was in his mouth, while the rest of his body clung to literally the body of his dreams. He was stunned at the taste on his tastebuds, he was stunned at the aroma that now seemed to bury his nostrils, and he was also stunned that he had to open his mouth so widely in order for Anthony's cock to enter. The sensations were so intense that his own cock, which he had not been touching but had been almost painfully confined in his tight shorts, began to emit drops of pre-cum. For a second his hand reached around to touch his cock and unbutton his buttons so the peak of it poked out (still covered by his t-shirt). He caressed his own cock for a few seconds in bliss. But as Anthony's enormous cock stayed in his mouth, he moved his hand back and realized he had a significant challenge to manage what was happening. With Anthony's hands firmly planted on Tim's head, he could feel Anthony pushing against him. As the cock stayed in his stretched mouth for a few more seconds he began to realize that in fact his current position with his mouth so full would be staying that way. This both excited and scared him. For Anthony during this same time, the site of watching Tim's smiling mouth hang open until he put his cock in it was very exciting to watch. The excitement only made his cock throb harder, and probably grow even slightly larger from when he first put it in Tim's mouth. He realized that Tim's face and mouth were, like many of his girlfriends, simply too small too easily handle the cock immediately, but he hoped that Tim would in fact be able to open wider and go deeper than the average girl. What Tim did not realize is that so far Anthony had only put the head of his cock into Tim's mouth. For Anthony, this was not even real oral sex yet. Anthony pushed his pelvis ever so carefully forward, advancing another inch of his cock past Tim's hugging lips. Tim made a noise. When Anthony's cock moved forward that inch, Tim suddenly had a much stronger taste of the cock on his tastebuds than before. While he loved that, he also felt that he could no longer breathe and was about to gag. Unable to speak, he made a noise indicating that he was in some difficulty. Anthony pulled back to the previous position, somewhat disappointed that the gagging noise would come so early from Tim. But Anthony had done this before; if this had been a sweet little 16 year-old girl, Anthony knew that sooner or later that evening, and one way or another, he would have to teach that girl how to handle him in a soft way that would not get him into trouble later. However he was in no mood to offer the same leeway to some cock-hungry kid who had woken him up in the middle of the night begging to give him a blowjob. Anthony grabbed Tim's head tighter, prompting Tim to slide back along the floor. Anthony followed Tim's movement. As Tim's mouth and Anthony's cock played 'cat and mouse', the two boys slid a few more feet across the floor until Tim was finally backed up against the wall. Anthony knew now he had Tim where he wanted him. "Enough fucking around. Start sucking NOW," Anthony warned. Tim opened wide this time, his lips feeling Anthony's fingers as the 18 year-old slid his cock back into Tim's mouth. Tim glided his tongue left and right across the cockhead, and, remembering what he had watched so many times on Internet porn, even began to move his head forward and backward to take in more of Anthony's beautiful cock. After a half minute of this, during which he could hear Anthony whispering, "That's it - suck me off, dude," his mouth muscles grew slightly sore, and so he pushed his head back against the wall so that the cock popped out. Gulping the air, Tim's eyes could see how enormous the cock was. This excited him greatly, and he immediately reached for the cock with his hand, but at the same time wondered how much more of it he could get into his mouth. He moved his head so that his lips and tongue could now lick from the tip that he had in his mouth down the shaft towards his balls. This Tim loved more than anything. He stuck out his tongue, watching the cock bounce to his teasing, then buried his head sideways left or right to run his tongue down the shaft and hug the cock shaft between his sideways lips. Tim continued this foreplay for a couple more minutes, frequently peeking up to look into his Anthony's panting face while running his hands up either Anthony's massive chest or to caress his ass. Not bad, Anthony privately thought to himself. With a little more confidence now, Tim again aimed the huge cock to his mouth and opened wide. Anthony loved the sight of that beautiful face opening wide, and then watching his cock disappear behind those round red lips. "Just suck it," he whispered, and immediately saw the difference as Tim's cheeks tightened and his rosy cheeks revealed the moving shape of the cock Tim was sucking. For Tim, he finally understood what he was supposed to when giving a blowjob. He was not only to play with the cock in his mouth, but he was to suck it as if it were a straw. He could sense the more intense reaction from Anthony as he started to do this, sucking again and again. As Tim enjoyed this, his hands slid up and down the back of Anthony's giant thighs and squeezed his ass cheeks. He was in heaven. For Anthony, heaven was still to arrive. Tim's sucking was finally the start of a good blowjob, but nowhere near the level he needed in order to cum - and he wanted to cum very, very soon. It was late. This little boy needed to be shown what it meant to finish the job. "Hurry up and really start now," Anthony whispered. Tim did not understand what the boy towering over him meant. He began to push his cock into Tim's mouth deeper. Tim let out a sound again, but this time Anthony kept his cock where it was. Tim mumbled in protest again, but it was too late to stop Anthony. "Come on, cocksucker, start taking it," Anthony gasped, and suddenly thrust his cock deeper into Tim's throat - now half his enormous shaft sat behind Tim's stretched lips. Tim's noises of discomfort were now loud and repeated, and his hands were now pushing the front of Anthony's thighs and torso, trying to push Anthony back. And atop this, his mouth was starting to get tired as he knew at all costs he could not let his teeth touch Anthony's cock. "You said you were ready, you faggot" Anthony said, plainly annoyed and impatient. "You wanted my cock, remember? Now take it." Tim nodded as best his head would let him. Anthony then pushed his cock in still deeper. He realized that he had passed the point where Tim would be gagging anyway, and now his cockhead was just probing deeper and deeper into Tim's throat. Tears developed in Tim's eyes as he lacked the power to push the huge Anthony off him. "Don't panic, just relax and get used to it," Anthony said calmly. Tim seemed to respond to the instruction. "Breathe through your nose." Tim visibly did, even though his nose was inhaling Anthony's pubic hairs. "Yea, you love it." "Nn-mmm," Tim mumbled disagreement, causing Anthony to both laugh and actually feel sorry for him. "Uh-huh," Anthony replied oppositely. "If you want to be a cocksucker, you're going to have to learn to like doing this - and WAY more." With that, Anthony shoved his pelvis forward - another inch, knowing it was a somewhat cruel thing to do. Tim gagged and pushed with all his might, yet could not budge. To Tim, what had happened was not what he had expected. In one second his very throat, his very ability to swallow or breathe, seemed cut off as if he was going to choke. The cock he loved so much seemed to be about to kill him. And he was scared that Anthony was resisting his pushes, and Anthony was using considerable strength at this point to keep Tim still pinned against the wall. Tim felt the wall pressing against the back of his head, Anthony's fingers clamping down on the rest of his head, and almost began to panic. His fingers moved to his mouth and felt that Anthony still had more inches of cock he could slide into his throat. Tim felt like a failure, someone who could not live up to the task of sucking on cock (and worse, Tim knew that there were bigger cocks out there than Anthony's) and that he might even suffocate that night from trying. Through this Tim listened to Anthony's lusty insults. "Suck it off, man... Take it down your throat, man... You wanted my fucking spunk, now you're going to swallow it whether you want it or not... You little faggot, I'm going to choke you with my big cock if I have to." Out of necessity, Tim began to breathe through his nose and grow slightly more used to the object stuffed down his throat. He also did love the smell of Anthony's crotch in his nose and the close-up view of his pubic hairs. But he longed for a gulp of air and a rest for his jaw, and he longed to go back to kissing and caressing and lightly sucking on the cock. Anthony only held his ground. "Now for the fun part," Anthony said. He began to pull his cock out slightly, greatly relieving Tim although he still felt like he was suffocating. Then Anthony pushed the cock back to the recesses of Tim's throat. Then out a bit, then back. "Like?" Anthony asked. Tim made a sound of approval but still sounded unhappy. "Come on suck me, you little blond faggot," Anthony whispered, his fingers running through Tim's hair again. He slid his cock out and in again. "I want to see your mouth move up and down instead of me going in and out." With that Anthony pulled his cock out quite a bit, so only a couple inches were still lodged in his mouth. Tim now felt good again and returned to caressing Anthony's wonderful legs. "Start sucking," Anthony said, "or I go back in." Tim got it, but grabbed an opportunity when Anthony had relaxed to push Anthony backwards and his cock out of his mouth completely. The gasping boy breathed the air deeply but, sensing Anthony's upset (and control), quickly opened his mouth wide and took the cock back into his mouth (which Anthony had already aimed there). He did his best job pushing his head up to take in more of Anthony's cock, but again hit the point where he knew he had his limit. Sure enough, Anthony went back to pushing his cock deeper, but at least slid it back right away - deep and back - deep and back. The rhythm gave Tim a feeling of knowing what was next, and he began to relax his throat muscles more as a way to end his gagging feeling. The giant cock continued in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out of his throat. "Suck," Anthony whispered. Tim's throat sucked, finding that sort of made the throat gagging thing slightly better. As Tim's hair began to be matted from sweat, Anthony watched the beautiful blonds head begin to move more and more comfortably with his cock. For the next five minutes he resisted the desire to plunge his cock deep into Tim's mouth and allowed the boy to adapt. It was starting to feel good, and he caressed Tim's head and shoulders to give him encouragement. "Now you're getting it," he commended to the 16 year-old. What happened next was incredible, as Tim began to deep throat Anthony on his own. Soon Anthony relaxed his pressure on Tim's body that had pinned him down against the wall, and noticed that Tim kept on sucking his cock as deep as he could. This was awesome. Tim withdraw his mouth long enough to breathe again and while thrusting his hand up and down Anthony's cock looked up into his face with a broad smile. "Good now?" he asked. "Fuck, yea!" Anthony answered, appearing surprised. Tim, the All-American boy, had the same sweaty, grinning expression of exhilaration that he showed after so many home runs and soccer goals before. Tim smiled, then immediately opened his mouth and resumed sucking Anthony's cock. He was unnaturally skilled, using his tongue and his throat expertly, and massaging Anthony's legs the whole time. Starting to weaken, Anthony began to move backwards with Tim crawling along on his knees with him. Anthony flopped backwards onto the edge of the bed, his cock looking even huger as it protruded from his lap at the edge of the bed. As Tim nestled between Anthony's knees and caressed Anthony's thick legs that surrounded him like two giant gates, Tim's hands then pushed against Anthony's chest, indicating he should lie back on the bed. Without even coming up for air, Tim continued to suck the huge cock as Anthony rolled happily backwards.
This was much more comfortable for Anthony, who could now relax on the mattress and look down at the cock-crazy 16 year-old blond boy that he had incredibly agreed to let service him that night. Now it seemed to make sense to Anthony - why he agreed to let the kid come over - because it felt great. Tim's head was amazing, rising up and down on his cock, again and again.
Tim also loved the new position, and occasionally let the cock out of his mouth and licked down Anthony's shaft onto his balls. He also got a much better view of Anthony's incredible thighs, at one pointing licking all the way down from Anthony's balls to his knee and back again on each leg. He loved those thighs and several times rested his head on them like pillows while his hands toyed with Anthony's huge cock. As Tim kissed one thigh for quite a while, Anthony clamped his legs inward tightly around Tim and he slapped the top of his head. "Get back and finish the job, cocksucker," to which Tim slid up and Anthony watched Tim engulf most of the shaft down his throat.
As he watched Tim's head bob up and down, he knew he was about to cum. "Get ready for my cream, dude." Anthony said. Tim moaned approval, sucking more intensely. Knowing Anthony could not even see it, Tim fished his own cock out of his shorts and began to stroke it in the open air, moving into a state of delirium. Tim plunged the cock deeply in and out of his throat, often coming up for air and proudly holding the huge cock in his hands while kissing Anthony's legs and stomach. Tim even crawled up and kissed Anthony's chest, but sensed when he looked up at Anthony's unenthusiastic expression that he should go no higher in his kissing. After another kiss Tim's mouth ran down Anthony's muscular chest and licked down the trail of hair leading back to Anthony's throbbing cock. Tim happily aimed the cock towards his open mouth and began sucking again. "I want to swallow your cum before I go to bed tonight," he whispered. "Go to it," Anthony whispered. Hearing Tim whisper those words so hungrily, while watching the blond head bob up and down before him, was beginning to take its toll on Anthony. He could not believe how good it had begun to feel - far more energy than any girl had ever sucked him, although still not as hot as fucking a girl was. When Tim finally came up for air and again buried his face against Anthony's six-pack abdomen, Anthony knew he was going to need a little more from Tim next time. As Tim hungrily guided the cock back down his throat Anthony grabbed hold if his head. Soon Tim was murmuring again, as Anthony retained control and began to thrust his pelvis very sharply into Tim's face. Now again only Anthony was in control. Tim thought he might gag again, but worked at relaxing and soon sucked eagerly as Anthony pumped the cock up and down his throat. Tim knew Anthony was going to cum soon, as he noticed the cock in his mouth was even bigger than before and Anthony was starting to move like an out-of-control bronco. "I'm cumming..." Anthony groaned, briefly holding Tim's head at the deepest position yet, then letting go as a spasm of cum began to shoot from his cock into the 16 year-old boy's throat. For Tim it was a dream come true to feel the twitching of Anthony's muscles and hear the groaning of pleasures, but the cum blast was so deep into his throat that it felt almost like a medical event happening deep in his throat more than a delicious taste in his mouth. After the first blast of cum shot squarely down Tim's throat, Tim's head jumped back from the sensation, fortunately at the exact moment Anthony let go. As Tim released the wet, red throbbing cock into the air, he watched as a second (and the biggest) spurt of cum shot out of the head and into his face, neck, and down on to his shirt. His closed his eyes as the cum spattered over him, smelling immediately the musky smell that he recognized from his own cum. The sight and smell (no taste yet) was beyond wonderful for Tim, who had by now spent quite a bit of time with Anthony's cock and was enjoying seeing the rewards of his hard work. Having swallowed much of his own cum, Tim was no stranger to the general taste, and indeed liked the warm feeling of the cum that was now leaking down his forehead and nose onto his chin and neck. Holding the cock firmly and stroking it, Tim opened his mouth wide just as the third spurt of cum shot from Anthony's cock and Tim returned the cock between his gasping lips.
The full blast of hot cum into his mouth was much stronger than he expected, drowning his tastebuds in the thick syrup. He let most of the cock slide out of his mouth, keeping only the head between his lips, and swallowed, expecting another gush. Indeed a huge fourth spurt came out, mostly dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as Tim's mouth was already full. Exhausted, Anthony collapsed his head back onto the bed, barely noticing as Tim's tongue licked his cock and stomach of whatever remaining cum was on Anthony. Tim lovingly licked every inch of Anthony that might conceivably have had cum on it, then as a minute passed began rubbing and kissing Anthony's body while his face hovered over Anthony's still-hard cock. Tim pressed his button nose against Anthony's cum and saliva-soaked cock, then softly kissed it. Anthony broke the silence. "Well, that wasn't bad in the end," he said. "You never got to cum in my hair. Do you want ANOTHER blowjob?" Tim offered eagerly, looking up into Anthony's beautiful masculine face. Anthony laughed an exhausted laugh, his muscled chest moving up and down in the process. "You are such a faggot, Tim. What have I got myself into with you?" Tim shrugged. "I like girls too," he murmured, a comment that seemed somewhat ridiculous as his fingers grabbed Anthony's soggy cock and placed it back into his mouth. Anthony flicked him away with his hand. "You like cock, Tim. Don't even try to say otherwise." Anthony sat up, then pushed himself off the bed. As Tim stood up and fastened his shorts, he peered at Anthony's naked body standing before him. Anthony walked over to his boxers, showing the tight muscles of his back as he leaned over to pick them up. Sliding them on, he looked at Tim again. "So, did you get what you wanted?" "Yea!" Tim exclaimed. "Good. My pleasure." Anthony looked down at Tim, somewhat in surprise and somewhat in disgust. "Uh, you got my cum on your shirt, you know." Tim looked down at his yellow t-shirt and saw the moist line where a spurt of cum had landed on his right shoulder and down the shirt's front. He seemed proud, and turned his eyes towards Anthony's boxers, again licking his lips. "Enough already, you're out of here, you little cocksucker." Anthony walked to the door, with Tim following him. The clock in the living room showed 2:13 AM as Anthony quietly pulled the back door open for Tim to leave. "Thanks," Tim whispered, looking up into Anthony's sweaty face for the last time that evening. Anthony was careful to not make eye contact with Tim, looking very sexy as he instead turned his head away and squinted into the distance while his huge arms finally shut the door. Now almost 3am, Tim raced down the street, happy and relieved that his house still sat in the dark and that no one had noticed his absence. Stepping quietly into his bedroom, Tim yanked off his clothes and jumped into his bed. As he closed his eyes and relived what he had just done with Anthony while stroking his cock, his cock exploded within seconds. He came so intensely that it shot onto his face, even landing on his forehead and hair.
As Tim moaned in pleasure, his fingers again slowly fed him his cum and he went to sleep enjoying what had been in his mouth and what he knew was still in his stomach.