BURRHEAD
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Chapter 4, The Exchange Rate
When Mike asked me if I'd ever sucked anybody's dick, he was so interested in getting me to suck his that he never bothered to ask me whose dick I had sucked. I wasn't ready to tell him right then anyway. I've told Donny about Mike, and he was all ears, wanting to know what Mike and I do, what Mike looks like, how he got into doing it with boys. I don't even know the answer to that last one.
I've got the car this afternoon, so Mike and I swing by a drive-in for walnut malts, and top 'em off with scotch. He's wearing cut-off shorts, and I want to lick the dark hair on those tanned legs right up to his crotch. We've done it together maybe five or six times by now, but it's not like I can just grab his dick anytime I feel like it. I can do that with Donny, but it's not so clear with Mike. I wait for him to let me know when he's in the mood. Maybe this is why Mike makes me hungrier than Donny does. I think about him when I jack off. I am right now trying to figure out how I can get those shorts off him.
"You've heard me talk about my friend, Donny, right, Burrhead?"
"Yeah...the guy from your old school."
"You remember when you asked me if I'd ever sucked anybody's dick?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I've been sucking dick with Donny since the middle of summer."
"No shit, man? You horny son-of-a-bitch!"
"No hornier than you."
"I'm not suckin anybody else's dick. Don't know anybody else that sucks dick, except my brother, and we don't do it anymore. I wouldn't mind eating some pussy though -- if Jessie would just let me."
"You wanna meet Donny?"
"You think he'll do it with both of us?"
"Yep. He's good too."
"Then hell, yeah, I wanna meet him. Is he around?"
"One way to find out."
I've already asked Donny if he wants me to bring Mike by sometime, so it's not a complete surprise when I show up at his house with a giant, burrheaded boy. It's funny to see them together; Mike is three inches taller than I am, with arms and legs like a scarecrow, and Donny's at least three inches shorter, compact and dense. Mike's features are rough, more sexy than handsome; Donny's too pretty to be a statue.
Donny says his mom's home; we should go up to his room. She might be gone later if we want to drink. I can see he's edgy, so I tell him I've got scotch in the car; I'll go get it. By the time I get back upstairs, Mike is sprawled on the floor like he lives here, and Donny looks like a spring that's been wound too tight.
"You got Cokes," I ask Donny.
"Yeah...downstairs. Put on some music; I'll be right back."
"Some spread," Mike says when Donny leaves, his eyebrows shooting up.
"They live all right."
"Give me a shot of that scotch. You really think he'll do it with us?"
"He was really interested when I told him I've been doing it with you. He asked all kinds of questions about you."
When Donny comes back with the Cokes, Mike grins at him like he might eat him whole. Donny looks sheepish, so I drain half a Coke, fill it back up with scotch, hand it to him, and pass the booze onto Mike, who takes a huge swig out of the bottle, then takes another one before he passes it back to me. Within five minutes Mike's acting drunker than I've ever seen him. I can't tell whether it's put on or not, but he's loud as hell and dancing around like a fool. When he goes to piss, I ask Donny if we need to worry about the noise.
"Mom can't hear what's going on in this part of the house. Even if she does, she won't come up. Mike's sexy, like you said he was, but he's kinda crazy. What's up with him?"
"He's just drunk. He's screwing up his courage cause wants all three of us to do it."
"I figured. That's what you want too?"
"Sure! Don't you?"
"If it's what you want, I'll do it."
Before I can ask what that means, Mike comes out of the bathroom with his shirt over his shoulder, his shorts unzipped, and his dick hanging out of his fly. Okay, I'm officially shocked. It's hard to believe he's this drunk this fast.
"Let's party," he booms. He walks up behind me, puts his arms around my waist, and reaches down into my pants with both hands. Automatically, I turn my head toward him, and he plants a wet, whiskey-flavored kiss half on my mouth, half on my face. When I can, I reach for Donny, who looks a little stricken, and pull him to us. Mike immediately kisses him too, full on the mouth. For a second, I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, but Donny's kissing him back, giving as good as he's getting. I'll be damned. Let's party!
I can feel Mike's dick poking me in the ass, which is not something I particularly want, so I take his hands out of my pants, move closer to Donny, and put my hand down the from of his gym shorts. As soon as I do, he breaks from Mike, looks at me like he's going to burn a hole through me with those big peepers, and aims for my lips. His mouth is smaller than Mike's, his tongue not so aggressive (or maybe I'm just more used to the idea), but he sucks all the air out of our mouths so they feel glued together. It's hot. How does he know this stuff? Why have I never thought about kissing him before?
Clothes fly everywhere. We end up on the floor with me sucking Mike's dick, Mike sucking Donny, and Donny sucking me. I still don't know how to get a blow job and give one at the same time; it's just too much going on, so I don't feel that much, but I love looking at our tangle of bodies. I love seeing Mike with Donny's dick in his mouth.
Donny, as usual, knows what he wants, and what he wants is for me to fuck him. (Okay I admit I hoped it would turn out like this; I want to fuck Donny while Mike's watching.) So Donny breaks the circle and disappears into his bathroom. I keep sucking Mike until Donny gets back with my old favorite, Coppertone, and lies on his back next to us. It takes me a second to figure out how to manage this puzzle, then I tell Mike to get up and stand over Donny, facing me so I can do him while I'm fucking that bubble-butt.
Mike says, "I wanna watch first." He pays a lot of attention while I grease Donny's ass, stick the head of my dick into him, wait for him to stop clenching his jaw, then start easing in a little at a time until Donny lets out a huge sigh.
I'm thinking, "Donny, what happens to make you so beautiful when you're getting fucked?" But Mike's dick moves in front of my face, so I do my job, sucking wet and hard on it while I'm trying to keep up a rhythm Donny. This is crazier than anything I've ever imagined. I can't see Donny's face, but I can tell from his arms his hands are on Mike's ass, and I wonder for a second if he's looking at Mike's asshole. Mike grabs the back of my head and starts pumping into my face, nearly gagging me. I'm betting he's gonna cum any minute, and now I feel Donny's fingernails digging into my skin, which means he's cumming too. The scrape of his nails spins me out of control; I unload everything I've got into Donny, shaking and trembling, and yelling, "Oh fuck," way too loud. Mike's hardon is left bouncing all alone somewhere in the air when I collapse on Donny's chest, lost for a second in my own world until Donny pulls my face to his. He's never looked at me this hard.
Before I can find out what's going on, Mike is positioning himself to take my place. "Donny, I want to fuck you too," he says, "I really want to."
I'm dying to see this; I want to watch Mike's ass muscles and the backs of his thighs while he's pumping Donny. But Donny shakes his head no. I don't get it. He's never once told me he didn't want to get fucked.
"Let him fuck you, Donny." "C'mon, you love it."
He says nothing, just shakes his head again. His eyes are starting to glisten.
"Why not," Mike bellows. He's hard as a post and maybe as big; his foreskin pulled all the way back. "You let Reed fuck you. Why not me?"
Nothing.
"C'mon, man, it'll feel good." Mike's face is red, and his eyes are tight; he doesn't look like he's promising a good time. Donny's gone white, almost like he's sick. I'm afraid he's going to cry.
"Back off, Mike," I say.
"What for, man? You got to cum; why don't I?"
How could he be this drunk? "Mike...Mike...cool down. Go put some cold water on your face. Go!"
He's never given me a more pissed-off look, but he does what I say.
"Donny, what's the matter?"
He just shakes his head again.
"I'm sorry about Mike; I've never seen him drunk like this before. You don't have to do anything with him. I'll get him out of here."
Donny looks at me with a determination I've seen in his eyes only once, in a photo when he's a kid, dressed up as a cowboy, aiming a gun straight at the camera. He says, "You have no idea, do you?"
"About what's wrong?"
Mike erupts from the bathroom. "C'mon, Reed, let' s get the hell out of here." He's crazed, digging through everything we've taken off, throwing stuff all over, looking for his clothes.
I don't know what to do about Donny. I whisper, "I'm sorry. Let me get him out of here. I'll come back. Okay?"
I don't know what Mike is up to while I'm pulling on my clothes. He's dressed, but he's rifling through stuff on Donny's bed. I practically drag him down to the car, leaving Donny on the floor, right where I fucked him, when I close his bedroom door.
"Faggot, " Mike says when I start the engine. "Fuckin fag!"
"What's with you? Why are you so pissed off?"
"You'd be pissed off too, man, if you didn't just get off. My nuts hurt. I've got a girlfriend that won't let me fuck her, and you and your little friend won't let me up his pansy ass either."
"I don't get it, Burrhead. I've never seen you like this."
"You don't have to get it. You're gettin it regular."
It dawns on me. "Hey, man. Donny's just somebody to fuck. It's not like he's my best friend."
Mike's quiet for a minute while I'm wondering how the hell I got myself into this. Then he fishes into the pocket of his cut-offs and pulls out a handful of bills.
"Lookee!," he grins.
Oh no. "Where'd you get that?"
"Babyface's pants."
"You stole Donny's money!"
"Wouldn't give me his ass. I wanted something to remember him by."
"Shit man! You are so fucking bad!" I don't like this at all, but I don't let on; it's not the time face off with Mike about anything. Besides, we're about two blocks from my house, and I want to make him cum as much as he wanted to cum back at Donnie's. I know he just acted like a jerk, but I'm drowning in his sexiness. I think he'll let me do him, but I won't get to first base if he's still mad. I shoot him the last of the scotch.
"Finish it. You get to buy the next bottle."
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