Old Bruce gave us a ride to Joe's house. He packed another bowl with cherry wood tobacco and offered to jerk one of us off as he drove. Joe and I sat in the back seat giggled and declined the offer. Joe was still wet and began removing his cloths. He striped down to his shorts and just sat their looking at me with his doe eyes. Bruce then offered us a few waded up magazines. He told us it was where we would be in a few years.
The magazines were of hugely muscular men in small briefs fighting each other. None of them were naked but a lot of them looked as if they could be having sex were it not for the few ounces of cloth covering their bulges. It was enough to make one hard yet again.
We pried apart a few pages stuck together by dried cum as Bruce turned down a street called Old Dr. Pat Lane. It had been the home of a wealthy relative years ago but Joes mother had bought it for the cost of the back taxes and they both needed to work to make ends meet.
We left the sun faded Buick and Bruce asked for one more feel as a night cap. We both pulled out our hanging smooth rods and let him look at them from the distance of the side warm walk.
The back door was open and he left his wet cloths on the washing machine on the porch. He pealed his short off like they were glued to his ass. They went in the wash too.
I followed his bobbing tan globes through the kitchen, up the stairs and to his room. This was the first time I noticed that he had no tan line. He was summer brown on is entire body. I examined his back side from his neck to his feet as he bounced up the stairs. I looked closely as the gap just below his butt cheks asn caught glimpses of his ball-sack wag in the shadow and twice could see the brown rim around his pink hole.
Without asking he pulled on my white fighting pants and undid my white jacket. He let them fell to the floor and stood back to look at me. It felt so odd eing on display, but I told my slef that I had already done it for a thousand people at a time. What was the big deal?
The big deal was that now we were both naked and in aprivate home where anything could happen and probably would.
Joe picked up the cloths and hung them on a wooden hanger. He led me back to the pealing paint of the hall where a floor to ceiling window was opened so wide that it made a door to his balcony. I stepped put gingerly to test if it would hold my weight. Three chase lounges sat on the balcony and a short wall that he called a parapet ran the three outer edges to keep us from falling and keep prying eyes away.
Joe dug two cushions out of a large plastic box and tossed one on my seat and the other on his. He invited me to lay on my stomach and he produced a bottle of massage lotion out of nowhere.
Now this was romantic. The faint glow of the light coming through the open window. The breeze on my naked body and his hands gently exploring my every crevasse, surface, and hole. His soft hands were so different from his friends Terry. Joes hands were inviting and organic. Terry's were mechanical and hard. I dreamed of their two pricks nudged up against each others and could see the vast difference. How Joe's came from his body like a natural extension of an organism like a tree root. Terry's was almost reptilian n form and more of a weapon than friend. Joe just kept moving from my pucker to my neck to my legs to my feet. It was the best rub down ever. From time to time he would ask, "Does this hurt?" and I would respond. But that was the only word we spoke.
At some point I fell asleep. The sweet smell of a marijuana cigarette woke me from my sleep. I opened my eyes to see Joe laying on his back naked and fondling his package as he drew on a slender joint. He noticed me awake and with the smoke still in his lungs he placed the moist tip of the joint to my lips.
I had smoked a joint before but ...I don't know...It was just so wrong. I sucked in anyways. It caused a violent convulsion in my chest as I coughed and hacked. I turned on my back and clutched my stomach. As soon as I settled back down Joe had the joint in my lips again. And again I sucked down a lung full of pleasure.
As I hacked up a lung I heard a woman's voice ask, "do you need something to drink?"
I turned quickly to see a woman in a nurses uniform sitting on the third chair. I reacted by covering my dick with my hands. Joe laughed. It seems his mother had come home from work while I was sleeping. She sat their drinking a can of beer and watching us.
"Dude, she's a nurse. She's seen hundreds of dicks before. It's nothing to worry about. "
"But she hasn't seen my dick?"
"Mom, this is David Long. David this is my Mom, Nancy Humper."
Nancy could tell her presence was making me uncomfortable so she stood and offered, "Why don't I make us some hot coffee and apple pie?" With that she disappeared through the open window and down the stairs.
Joe lit a fresh joint and placed it in my mouth and a second in his mouth. He picked up the massage oil and started with my prick. His finger tips formed a pucker on the end of my red gland and he forced my foreskin back as he rode my member down to the nest. He drew back slower and gave a pleasant little hum as he did. He then spit on his fingers and repeated the motion. A third time with more moisture and his thumb pressing firmly into my spongy head.
He got me good and hard and them gently caressed the rest of the front of my body. I was in heaven again. My mussels were tightening up from all the abuse the two blond boys had given me and the cut on my head had been dressed with a butterfly bandage. Joe's palms explored my legs and worked slowly and gently on the inside of my thighs. His fingers found my sensitive crotch and spread my leg wide. It caused passion to stir in my balls. He stroked me a few times then left my dick to work on my arms. >From time to time he would come back to my erection for a little attention. Then he would caress another part. We chatted as he worked.
"How come I never see you in the locker room?"
"I don't fight. I work the Off Night Show. The nights you guys don't fight they open the ring for people to draw straws and have sex in the ring while everyone else watched. I get great tips. Last night I brought home $255 for a three way with two cousins. Their uncle gave them me as a 12th birthday present. The were so soft and gentle. $255 ain't bad money for a few sex tricks. I heard we are renovating next week so their might not be a fight. I guess you heard about your next fight."
I looked with surprise, "No, who do I fight?"
"Terry. 242. Thor. The big cheese in our age group."
I remembered the cum we shared in my coaches office and said, "I think we've met."
"You think? He sucked the hell out of you last week. Of course you've met." With that he lowered his face to my ripe plumb and he gently slurped.
I tucked my hands behind my head and let him at every inch of my tingling flesh. I could not believe how quickly I was building to climax. I shifted my hips in the plastic cushion and moaned through a pleasing smile. I was suddenly alive again. I was feeling the effects of the pot and in a nice little buzz. I noticed the cool breeze again and it was like every inch of my flesh was reaching out to explore the sex that hung in the air like morning due. I cold smell the honey suckles under the porch and the coconut in the massage oil. I could small the apple pie and the strong coffee.
I was getting ready to squirt so I said, "almost...ugh...there"
Joe let my prick slip out of his hot moist lips and finished me off with a furious fist fuck. As I shot off I heard a plate clink. I tried to focus in the direction of the sound but the orgasm was overwhelming my scenes. On the last white hot rocket of love I could see Nancy back at her chair sipping coffee. I gasped to think she had seen me getting sucked off by her son.
Joe released my rod and wiped some of my sperm on his naked leg. Nancy offered us, "Some pie. It's store bought but its hot and very good."
I took the pie and coffee and wondered why she didn't say anything about our sexing up her balcony. After a few minutes of silent eating, and sperm dripping off my balls, she said, "you boy's look so good together. Are you just friends or lovers?" I was in shock. How do you answer that? I looked pleadingly at Joe.
"Well, I guess as of tonight we are lovers. Right David?"
His mother replied, "If you were planning on camping out you should make your beds on the back balcony. In the morning folks could see you here if your not careful."
We stood and carried our plates to the kitchen; our dicks wagging with every step. Joe grabbed some matches and we went back up. The room near the back balcony was a storage room and we dragged out two limp feather mattress and a few pillows. Joe went back to his room to gather an arm load of candles and placed them around the edge of he parapet. He then handed me a thousand dollar bill. I figured it was a fake. I had never seen one in real life before. But their it was.
"What's this for?" I asked.
These are your winnings from tonight. And here is an extra $200 from Kyle for putting on such a great show. You were great tonight. I was a little busy but Terry told me all about it. Your going to be a star soon, you know that."
"I don't know that. And what do I do with all this money? I don't have anywhere to put my money right now."
"Your shoes are in the hall, stuff them in their."
When David returned Joe patted the matures next to him and flicked his tongue at his naked friend. Joe smirked and settled down beside his bear assed buddy with their hips touching.
What am I going to do with $1200? And I never spent the $1200 from last week. I've never had so much money."
Joe placed his left hand on my left tit and worked my nipple to erection, "You could throw a party. I know a DJ and then of all the booz we could buy with that much money."
I slipped my hand to his erection and pinched his foreskin between the web of my thumb and rubbed it like a crystal ball. He cooed under his breath and continued to plan the party.
"We could invite the younger guys from the Ring and I have few friends that would be cool with a bunch of naked fighter shooting off. You know that Lenny really wants to bed you bad. Your all he talks about when your not around.
The smell of citronella candles played with my nostrils as the light on Joes firm body let shadows dance across his nude hot skin. I noticed how my white mid section flashed light back out to the darkness and how his all over dark tan almost sucked the darkness right out of the night.
I bent to kiss his head and could see so little of his gland. I wet my lips and lowered my mouth onto and then slowly back off of his poll. He shivered under my moist kiss. I left huge amounts of my own saliva on his member and sat back to see the moon and the candles glint sparkles of light off of every vane and pulsing artery of his delicious erection. His pride jumped with every heart beat. I nuzzled his pubs and began work on the base of his tool. I worked my way up the rock hard boyhood an inch at a time and then I lowered my open mouth down his rod as far as I could possibly reach. My lips brushed against his hair and I managed to get over five inches of his thick six and a half inches down my throat. I withdrew with a slight sucking to the head and began worrying the hot gland with my tongue and lips. As I did I wrapped my fist around his rod and slowly, methodically, firmly moved up and down to pump his guiser. It was so painfully slow. He rocked his head from side to side and ran his fingers through my hair. He spoke unintelligible words that made me think he was happy. He lifted his far leg untill his knee touched his chin and he fingered his won pucker.
I used my free hand on the waddle that connected his balls to his ass and pressed firmly to feel his hidden cock beneath his plumbs. He began to bang his head on the pillow and say, "wore, fucking whore, don't stop. This is the best I have..." and then he let out a yowl like a hound dog caught in a trap.
With that he grabbed my ears and held my head in one place as he humped my mouth. He was gagging me and I fought the need to spit up. He was manic in his thrusts and began "David I love you. Your such a whore. I have to have you. You are such a fucking whore slut fagot whore cunt" And with the word `cunt' he shot past my mouth to my throat and filled my throat with warm egg yokes. I had swallowed his head and realized that I was deep throating his mast. I could touch his balls with my lips and tried to suck them into my mouth as well. He just held my mouth in place and laid back to relax.
As I slid off of his poll I unwillingly let a flood of his cum slide out of my mouth and on to his belly. I could tell it was mixed with my juices and just let it stay.
I held him in the moon light and he tugged at a small blanket that we shared as he recovered.
After a good while it was my turn. Without a word he began by kissing my lips and then my neck. He worked his way to my pink parts and up and down my shaft. He licked my taint and kissed the inner parts of my thigh and ended on my feet. I had never been kissed all over before. I guessed that I had just had more kisses in that twenty minutes than in my entire life.
Joe brought his mouth back to my package and fondled my half hard and he sucked in one ball at a time and rolled it around in his wet warm cave. He fingered my gland and tugged at the extra skin to let things breath. He made his way to my rod with his mouth and gently fed his tongue tip into my piss slit. He had me rock hard and begging for more.
As he took all of my dick into his mouth without effort I realized for the first time that I was being made love to. I was not exchanging orgasms. I was not having sex. I was not raping some young beaten boxer in a cage. I was being held and caressed by a gentle loving boy that wanted nothing more in life than to make love to me. I could feel our souls knitting into one and our hears beat in rhythm. I could feel him inside of me and me inside of him.
With my dick tucked away all the way up his face he had two free hands to stimulate. He smeared some lotion on my chest with one hand and in my pink pucker wit the other. He dug and felt until I was just a ball of raw nerve endings jiggling under his control.
My chest was hurting from all the heart pounding and my lungs were tiring from all the sucking. Now my dick was getting over stimulated from everything else. I jerked repeatedly but not from an orgasm but from something like a pe-orgasum. I had not felt anything like it before.
I tried to look at the stars or focus on the boy poring ecstasy over my crotch but my eyes would not focus on anyone thing. I needed to, I wanted to repeat the words Joe had said to me only a hour before. "I love you too dude." But that wasn't enough. I began to buck harder as I said, "I am in love with you Joseph. So in love."
He went after my nuts by trying to suck them out my foreskin. He quickly felt me all over again and paid special attention to my neck, tits, and feet. As his finger found my ass hole for the third time I shot off like a cannon. One volley after another. If Burnsides had my dick to defend himself he would have never lost a battle.
I'm not sure but I think I passed out about then. I woke with my bear butt against his bear butt and a little too cold. I found the small cover he had brought out for us and I spooned him trying to get under it all the way. I thought he was asleep but he reached behind himself and opened his butt crack and let my hotdog fall into his bun. We slept like that until daybreak. Then we went into his bed and slept until around 10:00 a.m.
He woke me by tonguing my ear and we showered together and jerked each other as we did. We ate breakfast naked on his screened in porch and went back in to watch cartoons where I fell back to sleep with my head in his lap. My cheek on his half hard and my lips resting on his ball-sack.