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Danny's First Love, part four
By Anthony Scordato
The next day was New Year's Eve. His plan was to go to a party with guys from the football teams and their dates. He was getting a ride from Ted who was a junior and had a license to drive. I woke up first but stayed in bed. When he woke, he looked at me and smiled and then uncovered himself and stretched. He had a hard on.
We headed to the shower and stood beside each other and peed as warm water rained down on us. He lathered his hands and then ran them across my chest and down to my erection. I did the same to him. Standing forehead-to-forehead glancing down, we continued to masturbate each other.
"I'm getting close," I sighed.
He turned the shower off, smiled and got down on his knees in front of me. "Try not to get it in my eyes. It burns." I nodded and stroked. He tilted his head back and looked up at me. "Lay it on me."
His face was about 12 inches from my cock. I shoot far and he knew it, so he was ready for a full load. I kept stroking, staring down at him. We were holding eye contact and he was smiling up at me.
I groaned, "I'm coming."
Although he was ready for it, he jerked his head when the first shot of my cum hit him on the mouth and nose. I was pretty successful with my aim and kept hitting his mouth and chin and cheeks, but twice I shot cum onto his forehead and on to his hair.
When I was done coming, he stood and smiled at me. His lips were covered in thick cum. "Fuck, Danny that was fucking crazy. I've got to see what it looks like." He stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror. I stood beside him. He glanced at me and smiled with cum thick on his lips. "That's fucking hot," he said and then licked his lips clean. He then ran his fingers through the cum and moved it around. "I don't feel degraded." We chuckled. "I wonder if it's good for getting rid of zits," he said spreading around his face. We laughed. He stepped back into the shower, turned on the water and washed his face. He turned off the water and turned to me and said, "Your turn."
I chuckled. "Lay it on me," I said as I knelt before him. I watched him stroking his rock hard cock and watched his balls dancing in his scrotum. I looked up at him. He smiled at me and then ran his cock head over my nose, cheeks and across my lips. I smiled. He was staring down at me. I touched his balls. He moaned and stroked.
"I'm close," he moaned.
I moved closer to him and tilted my head back, looking up at him. I tried not to move when the first shot hit my face, but I jerked my head back and then moved in for the rest of it. He held his cock just inches from my face. His cum went splat against my lips and cheeks and across my nose. Still looking up at him, I opened my mouth without thinking. He aimed his cock into my mouth and shot the last of his load.
I didn't swallow his cum, but let it sit on my tongue. I stood and smiled at him. He laughed. "Fuck, you look amazing."
I laughed.
I stepped out of the shower and stared into the mirror. He stood beside me. I opened my mouth and looked at the cum sitting on my tongue. He stared at me in the mirror. I then closed my mouth and swallowed his cum. "Tastes like mine," I said. "Sweet as honey."
We laughed.
Sitting eating cereal for breakfast, Ryan said, "We've always been really good friends."
"I think so. I mean you've always been my best friend."
"I was thinking about this last night when I went to sleep. That word means different things. Friend. Like Greg is a friend. But we're friends because he's the quarterback and I'm a wide receiver, so we spend time together throwing the ball and talking and working on plays. Shit like that. Jeff and I are friends because we're in the same grade and have known each other since first grade and he's on the team and he hangs around at lunch with us."
I realized he was naming all the guys who hung out together at lunch. He explained how they knew each other and in what way he counted them as friends. "So, these guys are friends and some of them have my back. Like Greg and Jeff. I trust them to have my back, but the other guys. Well, we're friends, but they don't really give a shit about me. I mean they like me and they hang out with me but. Anyway, you get what I mean."
"Yeah, I have friends at school. Kids I've known since first grade and we hang out and they're friends but it's like just school type of friends. Some of them are really close friends, but I'm just a school friend."
"And then I was thinking of you. So, you're a friend, but it's different. Completely different and so what's the word for you? Is it friend? We don't really hang out at school, but I've always hung out with you more than anyone else. We've gone on adventures since our parents would let us run off and do stuff. We've always had our secrets and secret places."
"You've always been like an older brother to me and helped me out."
"You don't need my help."
"You know, protected me from bullies, now we're lifting weights and I'm going to be on the track team."
He nodded and then chuckled. "Remember when we'd ride our bikes to our hill hang out, climbed the boulders, get naked and hard and just wonder around exploring. You and me with out little stiffies hanging out like it was so natural."
"I think it kind of was natural and fun and our secret."
"I used to look forward to doing stuff like that with you."
"So did I."
"Probably my favorite memories when I was a kid."
"Me too, Ryan."
"I told you I jerked off with Greg." I nodded. "Just that once and we've never talked about it. But it's like that again. He's this friend that I jerked off with. I think a lot of guys have a friend they jerked off with. But then you and I jerk each other off, finger each other's ass, come on each other's face. I taste your cum and you taste mine. We don't judge it. It just seems natural for us, but there is no way it would feel natural with anyone else."
"I agree."
"So how come we use the same word friend for us."
I thought about it for a while. "I guess it is weird."
He got up and washed his bowl and put away the breakfast cereal and milk. "I think you and I should go for a run later. Greg and Ted are going to pick me up around five o'clock. We're going to pick up the girls and go to dinner and then to Jeff's party."
"Sounds good," I said.
"You doing anything for New Year's?"
"Watching TV. I have two beers that my mother left. I'm going to drink them and get drunk."
He laughed. "On two beers."
We did go for a run, even though it was really cold. Nothing stops Ryan from working out. The guys picked him up by coming around the back way so his father would not see their car and figure out that Ryan was going out. They said they'd drop him off after the party the same way. "If my parents call and want to know where I am," Ryan said as he left, "just tell them that I'm at Jeff's house. Don't lie but don't say anything about a party. Just hanging out. But I don't think they'll call."
"Don't worry. I've got your back."
He smiled and nodded.
I stayed up. I had reading to do for a class and had no intention of doing it while Ryan was around. I read and got ahead in my Geometry book until 11pm. Then I opened a beer that my mother left in the refrigerator and turned on the TV. I watched the rerun of the ball dropping in Time Square and hoped that it would be a better year. I thought I'd wait up for Ryan, although I knew he'd be very late. Jane was going to be at the party and I knew Ryan would spend most of the night getting his balls drained, as he often said.
I feel asleep on the sofa after I finished my second beer. I guess I was a lightweight.
I was awakened by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I got up and opened the door. I watched as Greg and Ted pulled Ryan from the backseat of the car. They held him up and walked him to the door.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"Drunk off his ass." Greg said.
"He smells," I said as they walked him past me.
"Threw up all over himself," Ted said. "You'd better not sit him on the sofa. He'll smell that up.
"Sit him here," I said pointing to one of the wooden kitchen chairs.
Greg said, "I'd throw him in the shower. Do you want us to help you undress him?"
"Ah. Well maybe get his jacket and shirt and pants off. I'll throw him in the shower with his underwear on. Maybe he'll sober up in there."
Ted and Greg and I pulled Ryan's clothes off as he protested and fought us. "How much did he have to drink?" I asked.
"Don't know," Greg said, "but he started with beer, then he had an argument with Jane and then someone gave him a bottle of whiskey."
Ted said, "And you know what they say. Whiskey then beer is nothing to fear. Beer then whiskey is very risky."
"Jeff's brother said that you should give him coffee, black, no sugar and make it strong but cool is off with ice so he doesn't burn himself. And try to keep him awake for a couple more hours."
"Why?" I asked.
"Don't know. Just do it," Greg said as he pulled the last of Ryan's clothing off.
Ted said, "You want help getting him into the shower?"
"No. I think I'll give him coffee first and then get him in the shower."
They left.
I convinced him to let me take off his underwear. I started a pot of coffee and I threw all his clothes in the washing machine.
"Everyone hates me," Ryan called out. "Everyone."
"I doubt that. I don't and two of your friends brought you here. I doubt that they hate you."
"They hate me and I hate everyone."
I saw him closing his eyes and slouching. "Stay awake," I said.
Finally, the coffee was ready. I poured it over two ice cubes and then stuck my finger in it to make sure it wasn't hot. "Here. Drink this."
"Is it whiskey?"
"Yes, coffee flavored whiskey."
He sipped it. "Wow, this is good. Coffee whiskey."
I sat with him and kept encouraging him to drink. "I have more for you. It will help you feel better."
"Whiskey makes me better?"
"Yeah. It's a special kind of whiskey. Drink more," I said handing him a second mug and wondered why a drunk is suppose to drink coffee. Wouldn't it be better for him to just pass out?"
After I got the second mug of coffee into him he complained he had to pee. I had to help him to his feet and hold onto him as he walked. "Get in the shower and pee in there."
I turned on the water and then realized he needed me in there with him. I pulled off my sweat pants and tee shirt and got in the shower with him. As I held him under the shower I felt a warm stream of water on my leg. He was peeing on me. For the briefest moment I was grossed out but then thought about all the times I peed on my legs or feet in the shower and turned my concentration back to holding him steady. Glancing down, I watched him pee for the longest time. Out of curiosity, I moved so that his stream of piss landed on my junk. Almost immediately, I got a hard on.
He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. "You feeling okay?" I asked.
"Everyone hates me and I hate everyone."
"Yeah, okay. But are you feeling okay? I mean, are you going to throw up again?"
"I never throw up. That's gross."
"Yeah. Gross it is."
We stood under the water until all the hot water was gone and it was too cold for me. Now to dry him off, I thought. I sat him on the toilet and began to towel dry his hair. As I did, I felt him take hold of my erection. "You have a really great cock."
"Thank you," I said trying to dry off his shoulders and then his chest.
He kept playing with my erection. "Some girl is going to be lucky to get that shoved down her throat."
I chuckled. "Yeah, some girl, real lucky. Stand up and lean on me." I got him up and dried his chest and back and then his butt. Next I dried his junk.
"I like it when you rub my pecker. Do you like to rub my pecker?"
"Yeah. Most of the time. Right now I'm trying to get you dry so I can get you to bed."
I made him hold onto the counter top as I dried his legs and feet. I ran the towel over his buttocks, spread his cheeks and glanced at his hole. I thought it was beautiful. My cock responded. "Okay, now we're going to walk back to the bed." When I got him there, I said, "Okay, now I want you to sit up. Don't lie down. I want you to stay awake."
"Everyone hates me and I hate everyone."
I used the damp towel and dried myself off. I got in bed and sat beside him. He looked like he was going to go to sleep sitting up. "Why do you hate everyone?"
"Jane's a bitch and she hates me and all her friends hate me and I hate them."
"Okay. But that's not everyone." I figured it would take us a while to run through everyone.
We talked about all his friends and why he hated them. I kept watching the clock. It had been almost two hours since he got home. Maybe it was time for him to sleep. "Your family doesn't hate you."
He stared at me angrily. "Fuck if they don't. My father hates me. He thinks I'm a dumb ass and he doesn't give a shit what happens to me. He only cares about my brother and my sister. He doesn't give a shit about me."
That was going to be hard to argue with. "Well, you're mother cares about you."
Tears filled his eyes. "Not really. But I don't hate her."
"Maybe it's time to sleep," I said. I got up and turned the light off.
"No. No. Don't turn the light off. I want to see you."
"I'll turn the desk light on."
I got in bed and help him lie down. He turned and looked at me. "Do you hate me?"
"Absolutely not."
We lay facing each other. He moved toward me and put his mouth to my ear. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Yeah. I guess."
"You can't tell anyone. No one. And you have to promise."
"You know you can trust me. I promise."
"You can't even tell me."
I smiled. "Ryan if you tell me this secret, you'll know the secret so I don't have to tell you."
"No dummy. I'll tell you but you can never tell me I told you. I mean you can't talk about it to anyone even me."
"Oh okay. I got it. You're sure you want to tell me?"
He leaned in close to me his mouth against my ear. "I think about killing myself a lot."
My stomach sunk. "When?"
"You're talking to me. Don't."
"Okay."
"I think about it when I'm alone. I think about it when I'm with friends at school because they're really not friends. I think about it when I'm home with them. I think about it when I go to sleep and when I wake up."
I felt my mouth pulling into a frown. "Ryan, you have to let me talk."
"What?"
"Would you do it?"
"The only time I don't think about it is when I'm with you. Is that weird? I mean I've been thinking about it since I was a kid, like as far back as I can remember, even before I can remember, but never when I'm with you. Never."
"Well I'm happy about that. And you should know that I'm always happy to be with you. Always. And I'd never want you to kill yourself. Never."
"You love me don't you?"
"Yes."
"I love you too."
He pulled back and looked into my eyes. His head was swaying a bit. He was obviously still drunk.
Then he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me. It felt like electricity shot through my body. His lips felt as I had always imagined Ð soft. His lips parted and his tongue slipped between mine. I sighed. Our tongues met. I sighed louder. My first kiss and from the boy I fantasized about nightly. He kissed me tenderly over and over and then gently bit down on my lover lip. My cock was rock hard.
Then it occurred to me that he probably thought I was his girlfriend. I didn't know what to do.
His tongue pressed against mine.
I sighed loudly.
He pulled back, looked at me and said, "I love you, Danny."
"I love you, too."
He kissed me, his tongue touching mine. He then rested his head on my chest.
Moments later, he was breathing hard. He was asleep.
I held him in my arms, trying to catch my breath and make sense of all that just happened. I thought about us kissing and my cock pulsed. I so desperately wanted to jerk off, but I wanted him not to move so I could continue holding him.
He said he loved me. But I've always known that. He's said that before. "I love you, Danny." He just meant like best friends kind of love. But he kissed me. He's never done that before. Never. And he said he loved me after kissing me, I mean he tongue kissed me and then he said it and then he kissed me again.
But he's drunk off his ass. He didn't mean any of that. Or maybe he really means it and said it only because he's drunk. Nah, he's saying it like best friends. But he kissed me. He won't remember any of this anyway.
I stroked his head and then I thought about his secret. Tears filled my eyes. How serious was he? Would he remember telling me? Should I mention it? But I promised that I wouldn't. Why did he want to kill himself?
I finally fell asleep.
The telephone ringing awakened me. "Hey," I said after running to the kitchen to answer it.
"Danny. It's Mom. Were you sleeping? It's almost one o'clock."
"Yeah. Ryan and I stayed up late last night."
"Oh, Okay. Look, instead of coming home tomorrow, I'm going to stay another day. Traffic will be better on Saturday afternoon. I called Mary and she said it was fine for Ryan to sleep over another night. I hate to say it but sometimes I think they'd rather he live with us."
"That wouldn't be so bad."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, I'll be home around four on Saturday. Do you guys have enough food?"
"Yeah. There's stuff for chicken soup. I think I'll make that for tonight and there's stuff for tacos. We have eggs and cheese," I said, looking through the refrigerator. "Bread and salami. Yeah, plenty. I can order a pizza too."
"Okay. I miss you. And don't make me worry about you."
"Other than to go for a run, we've been here."
"Okay. Love you."
"Yeah, bye."
I went back to the bedroom. Ryan was still asleep. I got a book and crawled back into bed, sure I wouldn't be able to sleep. Ryan was lying on his back, half covered with the blanket and sheet. With my foot, I pushed the covers further down and uncovered him to the waste.
I tried to concentrate on my book but kept glancing at his beautiful chest and abs. I stared at his face. Could it be that he's more handsome with his hair a mess, I wondered. The room was warm so it made sense to me that he might uncover himself in his sleep. I slowly wrapped my foot in the sheet and pressed it further toward the foot of the bed. My heart was pounding as his cock and balls were revealed.
Beautiful, I thought. My face flushed red even though I had seen his junk so many times. Maybe it was because he was unaware of my gaze. My cock respond by moving along my leg, becoming fully erect and rested on my stomach.
Without a great deal of success I again tried to concentrate on my book. Almost an hour later, I noticed his cock elongating and swelling in girth. Then it moved and further elongated until he was fully erect.
My face warmed again as I stared at his cock.
His arms moved and then his legs. He stretched and then breathed loudly. I looked over at him. "Hey," he said.
"Hey."
"What time is it?"
"Almost two."
"Damn." He sat up. "I've got to take a wicked piss." He stood. "Fuck," he groaned. "Do you have aspirin?"
"Yeah, I think in the medicine cabinet. If not my mom has some in her bathroom."
I heard him peeing, then the sound of the door closing in my medicine cabinet and then water running. "I found them," he said as he climbed back in bed. "I guess I got pretty drunk."
"Yeah, I'd say," I said and smiled. "You were pretty out of it."
"I don't even remember coming back. How did I get here?"
"Ted and Greg. What do you remember?"
"The party. Arguing with Jane. Drinking."
"Do you remember anything here?"
"Here? No."
"Throwing up?"
"I threw up. No. Where?"
"Before you got here. You threw up all over your clothes. I washed them and dried them. They're folded on the drier."
"Fuck. That's gross. Thank you."
"I got you into the shower and then into bed."
"Did I say anything?"
"You kept saying that everyone hates you and that you hate everyone."
"I don't remember that. I guess that's mostly true."
"What did you fight about with Jane?"
"She pissed me off all night. She was hanging out with all the guys on the varsity team and ignoring me. I swear she wants to fuck all of them."
"What happened?"
"She came over to me before midnight and said that she wanted to stick her tongue deep down my throat at midnight and then fuck my brains out later."
"Wow."
"Yeah. I was pissed so I said that I wanted to stick my cock down her throat at midnight and fuck her in the ass later." He looked at me and laughed.
"Damn, Ryan. That must of really pissed her off."
"Yeah. She slapped me. I told her to go fuck the varsity team and then I walked away. I was a little drunk then but then I started drinking with these guys who I don't even know. Jeff's brother's friends. That's all I remember really." He reached over and put his hand on my cock. "Did you play with my cock while I was out of it?"
"No. Looked at it, but didn't touch it."
"Damn, Danny. I've got to train you to be a better perv. I would have given your cock a tug or two if you were out of it."
I thought about him tugging on my erection but didn't say anything. Instead, I laughed. "Actually, what did happen was that when I got you in the shower I had to get in with you."
"We've shared showers before. That's nothing."
"Yeah, well, I had to hold onto you so you wouldn't fall over and while I was holding you up you peed all over my leg and junk."
He laughed and laughed and laughed.
"Yeah, well," I said, "next time we shower together, I'm peeing on you."
He laughed and nodded. "That's only fair."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yeah."
I got up from the bed and slipped on my sweat pants and a tee shirt. "How's your stomach?"
"Okay." He followed me into the kitchen. "Why the clothes. Should I put something on?"
"No. But if I'm going to cook us something I don't want to be naked by the stove. You want an omelet and toast?"
"Yeah, sounds good. What you putting in the omelet?"
"I have cheese," I said standing in front of the refrigerator. "I think we have bacon."
"Cheese is good."
He helped me by getting the dishes and glasses and setting up the table and making the toast as I made the omelet. I dished everything up. Before sitting I pulled off my tee shirt and dropped my sweats.
"Hey, did you trim your pubes?"
"Yeah. Last night. But I don't think I did such a good job."
"Come here, let me see." I stood beside him as he moved my cock and balls around. "Pretty good. But I can clean it up for you when we shower."
We sat and ate and talked about the party, what we'd do the rest of the day and the fact that my mother wasn't coming home for another day. "Good news," he said. "I don't have to go home tomorrow."
We cleaned up the kitchen and headed for the shower. He turned on the shower and stepped in. When I stepped in, I looked at him and smiled. I held my dick, pointing it at him. He laughed and watched as a stream of piss hit his leg. I moved from side to side and peed on his junk and other leg. He laughed.
"Okay, we're even," he said. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a shaver from his toilet kit.
"Can you use that in the shower?"
"Yeah. It works in water." He turned it on and knelt in front of me. He ran it over my trimmed pubes and along the shaft of my cock. Soon my cock was fully erect. When he was done, I stared down at my crotch. "Looks good," he said.
"Yeah. I guess."
"Makes your cock look even bigger."
"Cool."
"You horny?" I nodded. "Did you jerk off last night?"
"No. Last time I came is with you."
"Jerk off time," he said, stepping out of the shower.
We stood beside each other and dried off. I followed him to the bed.
"Oh that reminds me. So, last night Jenna was talking to me."
"Who's that?" I asked, lying down.
"Remember when we ran at school and we saw Jane with three or four girls?"
"When?"
"Ah, just before Christmas break. Anyway, she's a freshman, real cute, about as tall as Jane, bond hair."
"Yeah, I guess. What about her?"
"She wants me to introduce you to her. She's into you," he said and nudged me. "Girlfriend material."
I remained silent.
"What do you say?"
"Ah, probably not."
Silence. Years ago, Ryan and I had promised not to lie to each other. We agreed that it was okay to have our own secrets, something that he thought was important, but not to out and out lie. I knew someday he would broach the subject but I was not at all ready for it this soon and not in the middle of our planned time together.
"Okay. Why not?"
I shrugged. I could tell my face was red because it felt hot.
"Is it that you're not interested in her or is it any girl?"
He guessed. My insides began to tremble. Then I noticed my hands shaking. He had to have guessed or he would never have asked that. I felt like I was about to start shaking all over. My eyes welled up. I shook my head. Ryan leaned forward and looked straight at me. "Danny, what's going on?"
I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I was sure I was going to loose the closeness of a friend that I treasured. "Danny, look, clearly I'm attracted to guys and clearly you are too. I mean we wouldn't be doing what we do if we weren't. When we talked about jerking each other off you asked if you `get to' jerk me off too. Get to, not have to jerk me off."
I glanced at him and exhaled loudly. My chest quivered. "I'm sorry."
"Fuck, Danny. So, I'm also attracted to girls. But maybe you're not."
I exhaled again and shook my head. "Are you angry?"
"Really, you're worried that I'd get angry if you're gay. Come on. Seriously. No, I'm not angry."
"I thought maybe you'd feel weird since we were messing around. You know that you thought I was straight and we were just doing stuff."
"I'm not straight, believe me. I mean guys turn me on and so do girls, but mostly it's both how they look and who they are. Well maybe with guys it is how they look and who they are and with girls it's mostly how they look. I mean I really can't think of another guy whose cum I'd eat and it turns me on to think about you eating my cum."
"Really?"
"Actually, I've been holding back." I looked up from my bed and made eye contact with him. "I mean we're talking about eating each other's cum, so why not just give each other a blowjob and take the load. I've been dreaming about a great blowjob for years and girls suck at it." He laughed. "Suck at it." He nudged me. I smiled. "They say guys are great at it. It might take us a few times to get great at it, but think about how great that will be. I bet if we did blowjobs for your second place and my first place we'd be winning medals."
I smiled. "You're funny. You're really okay with this?"
"If you'll try to get great at giving head."
"I can do that," I said and smiled.
He chuckled.
"I just thought," I sighed. "I just thought if you knew you'd feel weird and maybe not want to hang out. You wouldn't say that, but you'd just kind of disappear."
"Okay, so I'm going to ignore that because I get it, but you really think that's what kind of friend I am? I'd just disappear all of a sudden?"
"No, I don't mean physically disappear, I guess, but."
"So you're gay. I think the only difference between us is that I like girls too and I don't know if I could ever like fall in love with a guy. I mean maybe, who knows. I love you. I guess if I didn't I wouldn't want to be doing all this stuff with you. So you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I guess. I guess I'd never fall in love with a girl."
"So, do you want to blow each other?"
I smiled and glanced down at my flaccid cock. "Who goes first?"
He laughed. "Okay, since I've had a few before, I guess I'll give you one first." He got up on his knees and moved between my legs. "Lay down and prop your head up on your pillow so you can watch me give you your first blowjob. You'll never ever forget this." I moved as instructed. I felt my cock swelling and then become erect. We made eye contact as he took hold of my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. He started toward my cock. "Two things. I know you're going to enjoy this a lot, but try to pay a little attention to what I'm doing."
"When I blow you, you can tell me what to do and what not to do."
"Again, I'm the teacher. Someday you're going to have to teach me something."
"Geometry."
He smiled and squeezed my balls.
"Here goes. You're going to love this and you're going to cum real fast," he said looked at me and smiling. "Your first blowjob is always a quick cum." He started down but pulled back again. "You haven't come since yesterday?"
"No and I'm so horny."
"Fuck, quick and a huge load to swallow."
"I'm sure you've got a large load too. You always do."
"Huge. You're going to have to swallow several times." He smiled the most beautiful smile and then said, "Ready?"
"Very."
He put my cock in his mouth and took it into this throat. "Oh fuck," I moaned. I gripped the sheets.
He sat back and said, "Feels incredible, doesn't it? Just wait."
"My legs are shaking already."
He went back down on me. His hand cupped my balls and his head slowly bobbed up and down. My body tingled all over. My hips arched upward. I kept gripping the sheets and my heels were pressed hard into the mattress. My mind was being blown. The man of my dreams was giving me my first blowjob and soon I would be sucking on his cock and drinking his man juice; a full load. I knew he was right. I would never forget this moment, this feeling, and the sight of him with my dick in his mouth.
Not a minute had passed before I wasn't close to coming.
"I'm close," I said, my voice trembling.
He didn't miss a beat. Up and down his head went.
My legs began to tremble. I felt like my balls were about to explode through my penis. My body went ridged and I moaned loudly, "Oh fuck." I felt shot after shot of cum exploding into his mouth and I felt him swallow again and again.
Then I had to plead with him to stop because my cock became very sensitive. He looked up at me as he ran his finger up the shaft of my cock. More cum appeared. He licked the head of my cock as we held eye contact.
He sat back on his knees and said, "So, what do you think?"
"Fuck, I can't think right now. I never came that fast or that hard before. Fuck," I moaned as another wave of muscle contractions went through my body.
He moved beside me. "And we'll only get better."
"Will it always go that fast?"
"I doubt it. It's like the first time you fuck. It's quick and hard and then you get to figure out how to make it last as long as you want."
"How about all night."
He laughed. "We could try for that."
I put my hand on my cock. It was still rock hard. "Tell me what to do. I want to be good at it. I know the cum won't bother me at all. I've come in my own mouth and your cum tastes better than mine."
He smiled. "Okay, so watch your teeth. Don't drag them over the head of my cock." I nodded as I moved between his legs. "Get used to the feel of it in your mouth. I thought it felt kind of cool. And if you can, get me off without using your hands to jerk me off. Oh yeah," he added as he smiled at me, "see how far you can go into your throat without choking. I didn't think I could go to far but I think I did pretty good. "
"I'd say." I cupped his balls in my left hand and held the shaft of his cock with my right. I moved my lips to his cock and then took him into my mouth. He moaned loudly. I moaned like I had just tasted the juice of a rare New York steak. I didn't know what I was expecting a cock to feel like in my mouth, but I loved it. I loved the taste, the feel of the head of his cock pressing into my throat and the shaft passing over my lips. I made sure not to use my teeth and with each move down on him I tried to get him deeper into my throat. His moans were music to my ears.
I could feel his body quaking. I thought about slowing down and making the pleasure of his cock in my mouth last longer but I wanted to feel him come. The head of his cock got rock hard.
"I'm going to come," he called out.
My cock was hard but then it got so hard it hurt. The first shot of his cum was huge. It felt like it filled my mouth. The second shot followed quickly. I pulled back, not taking my lips off his cock. More cum, shot after shot. He was shaking and moaning.
I didn't want him to stop coming but he did. I let his cock fall from my mouth. I moved the massive amounts of cum around in my mouth savoring its taste and feel. Then I swallowed. I licked a drop of cum from his cock and then kissed it. I glanced up at him. He was looking down at me. I smiled. He laughed. "My God, Danny. I can't believe you've never done that."
"Only in my dreams."
He smiled at me. "Fuck, that's better than fucking."
I lay beside him.
Silence.
"I'm glad you asked me and I told you that I'm gay. I always worried when we did stuff that someday you'd be angry."
"I'm glad I asked too. Every time we did stuff I always worried that you were really straight and only doing it because you wanted me to be happy." He looked at me. "Let's make a deal."
"What?"
"Let's not worry anymore. And after this weekend, you'd better get ready to suck dick because I'm going to get a lot of firsts every week."
I laughed. "I hope you do."
He laughed. "Want to go again?"
"Fuck yeah."