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Going Down on Donny-6
By Daniel
A few days after the trip to Verduga Beach we had a game against St. Luke's, our cross- town rivals. During morning break, Donny offered to give me a ride to Longhorns Field, the home ballpark of St. Luke's. That was cool, because it meant that I'd get to spend some time with Donny and I wouldn't have to ride on the team bus.
"You can ride with me to the game," said Donny, "but I can't give you a ride home because Brad and I are going to party afterwards." Brad is Donny's older brother.
"Thanks, Donny," I said. "I can walk home after the game."
We were sitting at a table in the cafeteria. Donny didn't want the rest of his breakfast burrito so he let me finish it off. I took a big bite out of the burrito.
"Do you want to give me a blowjob before the game?" Donny asked. The cafeteria was crowded, but nobody was close enough to hear us.
I chewed and swallowed. "I'm up for that."
"That's what I figured."
I met Donny after school and we swung by Cherry Cove, this park overlooking the ocean. It has these public restrooms that nobody uses, with windows that let you see who's coming from a mile away.
The Cherry Cove toilets were Donny's idea. He told me that sometimes he likes to get blowjobs in public places because it's dangerous. He said that if we ever got caught he'd talk his way out of it. He said that they never do anything to the guy who gets his dick sucked.
"You'll be the one who gets busted by the vice squad," said Donny. "They always bust the cocksucker."
"Are you serious, Donny?"
"No shit, man. They'll probably make you suck their dicks before they throw you in jail and call your parents." Donny always had everything worked out to cover his own ass.
Donny looked kewl in this leather jacket that he borrowed from his older brother Brad. His tee shirt was tight and underneath you could really see his pecs and abs. And the way his blue jeans bulged made him look like James Dean showing off his package.
Along the trail we threw rocks over the cliff to see if we could make it to the ocean. Once we got to the toilets, Donny checked the place out and picked the least raunchiest stall. There were no doors on the stalls and the floors were scuzzed out with toilet paper and puddles of water. It smelled of mold and piss.
Donny unbuckled his belt and opened his button fly. I bent down in front of him and pulled out his meaty cock.
"Start sucking," said Donny. "And hurry it up. We've got a game tonight."
Donny let me sit on the toilet seat while I sucked him off. I licked around his cockhead and his dick started to inflate.
"All that practice is paying off," said Donny. "You're a pretty good cocksucker now."
I had sucked Donny off enough to know what he liked and how to make him hard, but I'm not bragging about it. I think anybody who liked going down on Donny as much as me could do it. He was always sexed up. All you need to do is wrap your lips around Donny's cock and he'll get hard. But Donny likes to have it HIS way, so you better be ready to do it the way he likes it. For one thing, he likes you to beg for it. And he likes to stick his dick down your throat until you choke on it. Another thing he likes to do is call you a cocksucker, and of course he makes you swallow his cum.
Donny shoved his dick down my throat. "Take it all, Billy. That's it—choke on that sucker."
When Donny grabbed the back of my head I knew he was about to blow his wad.
"Down your throat, cocksucker," he yelled as his first load blasted my mouth. The bathroom echoed with his grunts.
After he drained his dick, he leaned against the cinderblock wall and let me lick him clean. Then he pushed his semi-hard cock sideways and buckled up.
I stood up and tried to take a leak, but my hard-on made it impossible to go.
"Hurry up," said Donny. "We've got a game tonight."
I gave up trying to piss and ran to catch up with him.
Donny and I drove to the ballpark. We passed under the "Home of the Longhorns" arch at the entry gate. We got there a couple of hours before game time. Donny planned it that way because he likes to take a lot of batting practice before the game.
We hooked up with our boys who were already there, Javier and the Tyler twins. Two of the St. Luke's dudes were there too, hanging out at the other end of the lot, near the locker room doors. We were on their turf and they were checking us out. One of them was Skeeter, and suddenly I had a pit in my stomach. I was afraid he might spout off about how I sucked his dick at Verduga Beach. His cap was at an angle that kept his face in shadow, but I could tell by his beach boy blond hair that it was him.
The other guy standing with Skeeter was this bony Italian-looking kid. When we passed them to get to the locker room, the Italian kid glared at us with his game face on, puffing out his chest and trying to look tough.
Donny locked hands with Skeeter, his old homie, and accidently-on-purpose bumped into the bony-assed dude. "Who is this poser?" Donny asked. He and Skeeter laughed at the poor kid. His puffed-out chest deflated like a balloon.
I tried to avoid Skeeter's menacing look. He had this fierce stare that made me nervous, but I still thought he was cute. He has long blonde hair and big hands that reminded me of his dick. I'd suck it again in a heartbeat if he asked me.
Lots of guys were in the locker room when I got there. I love watching the guys strip down and get naked. I saw Jose Mendez, the hunky wrestler, pack his big Mexican chorizo into his jockstrap. I watched Johnny, one of the Tyler twins, button his jersey and cover up that hairless copper-colored chest. The Tyler twins are skateboys and they are SO fine. Johnny's twin brother Jamie strained to fit into his sliding shorts. Johnny grabbed the waistband of his brother's shorts and bootstrapped them over Jamie's curvaceous butt cheeks.
Once we suited up Coach Ruckman led us out to Longhorns Field. It was packed with spectators, mostly wearing black and gold, the colors of St. Luke's. Some of the guys took batting practice while others loosened up their arms by playing catch. Since I was a perpetual benchwarmer, I didn't need to bother with warm-ups. Instead, I scanned the stands for cute Catholic schoolboys. I happened to spot Donny's big brother a few rows up, hanging with a bunch of frat boys I recognized from last year's senior class. They were all losers except for Brad. Brad looked kewl with his goatee and letterman's jacket, and his dark brown buzz cut with a "bumper" on top of his forehead. I wondered if he used gel to get that hair at the front to stick up. He took a hit off his cigarette, pinching it with two fingers like a joint. Brad had an edge like his brother Donny that turned me on.
The game was a blowout. We scored five runs in the first inning and never looked back. You could hear the guys in the St. Luke's dugout talking big and bad, talking mess about us. They called us pussies and faggots and other original stuff like that. Coach Ruckman told us he'd bench anybody who trash-talked back, so we just let our bats do the talking. And our bats did a lot of talking. We rocked and it was sweet.
Johnny Tyler, one of the cute twin brothers, pitched for us and he had his good stuff. You could hear the ball whistle as it passed over home plate. When his fast ball danced like it did that night, he was unhittable. Johnny shut down the Longhorn hitters right into the last inning. And to top off his work on the mound, Johnny was also 4 for 5 at the plate.
By the time we got to the last inning, Johnny started throwing high and wild. He walked the first two batters. Coach Ruckman didn't waste any time yanking Johnny although we were up 8-1 at the time. Ruckman kept all kinds of stats and he knew exactly how many pitches Johnny threw. He trotted out to the mound and when Johnny handed him the ball, Ruckman gave the pitcher a slap on the ass and sent him to the dugout. Facing the battery along the third base side where our pitchers were warming up, Ruckman raised his left hand. He wanted Johnny's left-handed brother Jamie to pitch in relief.
The Tyler twins were carbon copies of each other—the only way you could tell them apart was that one was right-handed and the other was left-handed. I don't know if it's true, but Jamie told me once that it was common for identical twins to be opposite- handed.
Johnny trotted into the dugout and sat down next to me after we all congratulated him with fist-bumps and pats on the ass. He really did pitch a gem: two runs (one earned) on three hits. He stood up and leaned against the dugout railing. "Close it out," he yelled to his brother. His batting glove was sticking out of his rear pocket, right above a big skid mark he got when he stole a base back in the second inning. His baseball pants clung to his butt like skintight pajamas and you could see the straps of his jock. He took off his cap and ran his fingers through his strawberry blonde hair. He had a bowl cut that made him look younger than sixteen.
Johnny's twin brother Jamie whiffed the next three batters to strike out the side and end the game. Everybody was mad ecstatic. Jamie ended up on the bottom of a big heap in the middle of the diamond.
After the victory celebration, we lined up to shake hands with the Longhorns. That's when I realized I'd be face to face with Skeeter. I creased the bill of my cap and kept my head down as I shook hands with the cute St. Luke's boys. Good game…good game…good game… Skeeter was getting closer and closer. Then it was my turn to shake with him.
"Good game, fag," said Skeeter. He lifted my cap and put it back on my head backwards. "But YOU didn't do shit." My face was so red it felt like I had a rash. I ran back to the visitor's locker room.
A little while later the locker room as full of happy guys taking showers and changing into their street clothes.
"What was up with that St. Luke's dude?" asked Jamie as he came dripping out of the showers. Even his pubic hair was strawberry blonde.
"I don't know," I lied. I could feel myself turning red again.
"Do you know him?"
"Not really. He's a friend of Donny."
"Why'd he call you a fag?"
"I told you, Jamie. I don't know. Just leave me alone, alright?" Jamie stopped asking any more questions.
I took an extra long shower. The water was warm and relaxing. I wanted to disappear in the steam. Unlike the shower room at Hoover High, the water stayed hot for a long time. I soaked myself until my muscles were so relaxed I felt like a rag doll.
When I padded out of the shower, only Coach Ruckman was still in the locker room. He asked me if I needed a ride home and I told him I'd walk.
"When are you going to let me fuck that pretty ass of yours?" Ruckman asked casually.
Ruckman had been hitting on me that way ever since the night I sucked his dick in the motel room. It was a game we played, him hitting on me and me turning him down. I liked the attention and I have to admit that the thought of getting fucked by that big hunk of man kind of turned me on.
"Not tonight, Coach."
Ruckman shrugged and grabbed his crotch. "Just let me know when you're ready."
With my bag slung over my shoulder I started on the four-block walk to my house. Ruckman was long gone. Donny was off partying with his brother. The parking lot was almost empty, except for a single car on the other side of the lot. Skeeter and another guy were sitting on the hood of an old Chevy and they were looking at me.
"Hey Billy, come over here a minute," yelled Skeeter.
"I've got to get home," I called back.
"Come on, Billy. We're not going to jump you. I just want to show you something." Both guys laughed.
Against my better judgement, I walked slowly over to Skeeter and his friend. Skeeter is a big jerk but he's also pretty hot and he likes to get his cock sucked. I'm a slut. What can I say?
"See, Gino," said Skeeter. Gino was the skinny dude that Donny dissed before the game. "I told you he'd come over here."
Skeeter got off the hood of the Chevy. "Get your ass over here." He was on the side of the car away from the rest of the parking lot. From the buildings you could only see Skeeter from the shoulders up.
I went over to the other side of the car. It was dark but I could see Skeeter's dick hanging out of the fly of his surfer shorts. "Are you going to suck it?" asked Skeeter.
"Hold up," said Gino. "You're a dude. You're not gonna suck his dick, are you?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm gonna suck his dick. And I'll suck yours too, if you want me to."
I put down my bag and knelt in front of Skeeter. He was leaning against the car. "Hurry up, man. I don't have all night."
I took his dick and it grew in my mouth. It started to curve sideways when it got hard, which didn't take very long.
"Give me my five bucks," said Skeeter. I looked up as best I could with Skeeter's dick in my mouth. He was talking to Gino. "I told you he'd suck my dick. That means I won the bet and you pay."
Gino was scratching his head. "How did you know he'd suck your dick?" he asked. He sounded pissed, like he'd been tricked.
"Everybody knows Billy's a cocksucker." Skeeter got into the blowjob, moving his hips and sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. "Suck that cock, Billy. Yeah, that's it."
Gino was cursing under his breath for getting suckered into this bet, but I could tell he popped a boner. "This is bogus, man."
"Just stop your fuckin' whining and wait your turn," said Skeeter. "After he's done with me he'll suck you off. Five bucks is cheap for a blowjob."
"He has to suck me off until I cum," said Gino. He rubbed the boner in his pants.
"Trust me," said Skeeter. "Billy will make your big Italian salami feel real good. Now shut up before you make me lose my hard-on."
Skeeter pulled his dick back until only the head was in my mouth. "Suck harder…Use your tongue. That's it." He humped my face. "Fuck yeah. Suck that cock."
Gino was gawking at us. "He's fuckin' into it, man. Look at him suck that dick."
"I'm gonna shoot," said Skeeter. His dick swelled in my mouth.
"Cum in his mouth, man," said Gino. He was still rubbing his dick.
Skeeter shot his wad in my mouth. It trickled down my throat.
"Okay, Gino," said Skeeter. He pushed me off while I was still sucking the last drop of cum from the piss slit. "It's your turn. Just lean back and let Billy suck you dry."
Gino was still pissed at Skeeter, but he wasn't about to turn down a blowjob. He unbuckled his pants and let them slide down to his knees.
I reached for Gino's uncut dick. "Not yet," said Skeeter. "You gotta pay up first. Five bucks, man." I felt like I was getting pimped out. "You want your dick sucked or not?"
Gino dug into his pockets, pulled out some crumpled ones, and handed them to Skeeter. Then he grabbed his dick and pointed it at me. "Start sucking," he said.
Poor Gino hardly got his money's worth. It took him about thirty seconds to cum. He's a screamer though. Real loud grunts too. Dogs barked in the distance.
"I told you he'd suck your dick," said Skeeter. "But you came to soon, man. You should have let him suck it longer."
"It was awesome, Skeeter. My dick felt so good I couldn't hold back."
Skeeter gave Gino a disgusted look and called him a dumb-ass freshman. They piled into the car and burned rubber.
I walked home feeling like a total slut. I gave head to Donny and two hot studs in a parking lot, all in one day. Their taste was still in my mouth when I got home and ran upstairs to take care of my boner.