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Going Down on Donny-7
By Daniel
After Donny started dating this girl named Becky, the only time I ever saw him was during baseball or else when he wanted a blowjob. It was like this unspoken rule that he expected me to be on call for him twenty-four-seven. You never knew when Donny was going to get horny and demand a blowjob, but you better be ready to suck when the time comes.
When Donny was off doing his own thing, I jerked off a lot thinking about his dick in my mouth. There's nothing hotter than the way he forces it down your throat and makes you swallow his cum. Sometimes I thought about other guys, like Skeeter, the blonde surfer dude that I sucked off at Verduga Beach and the Longhorns parking lot. And sometimes I daydreamed about guys on the team, like Javier Mendez, the Mexican hunk, or the Tyler twins, but mostly I thought about Donny when I whacked off. It kept me from sulking and feeling sorry for myself.
After baseball practice one day, I got caught staring at Donny while he was undressing after practice. It wasn't the first time. He went about his usual routine: first he peeled off his shirt, then the leggings, socks, and pants until he was down to his jockstrap. Then he stripped off that jockstrap and, just as he peeled that jock and his cock flopped out, right at that very instant when that big floppy dick was about to flop out, he looked in my direction and caught me staring at him. He knew I'd be gawking at him as I always do, and he got a real kick out of catching me. He looked and me and chuckled to himself.
I would have done anything to do Donny again and he knew it. I even called him up and begged him to let me come over to his house and do him. Many times.
One time he let me come over to his house and suck him off in his bedroom. Well, sort of. He let me suck his dick all right, but he was on the phone talking dirty to his girlfriend Becky. If she only knew that Donny's dick was in my mouth the whole time they were having phone sex.
Donny dialed up Becky. "Yo, babe," he said, lowering his voice and trying to sound sexy. "I'm thinking about you right now... I know, babe. I wish you were here too...Pretend we're on the bed and we're naked. You're on your stomach...Oh, yeah. You're da bomb. You look SO hot...You're holding it in your hand...Yeah, sexy, my cock. Now you're taking it in your mouth and it feels really good. How does it taste?...Yeah, your mouth is so hot and you're making love to my cock, babe."
Donny's cock stiffened in my mouth as he talked dirty to Becky. His legs were spread real wide on the bed and he was idly rubbing his chest. My face was buried in his crotch, trying to please him while he pretended Becky was sucking him off.
"...That's right. You're sucking your man's cock like a good little girlfriend should. ...Of course I love you Becky. I wouldn't ask a girl to suck my dick unless I really cared for her (He held his hand and snickered) ...Oh, yeah, you're doing great. You really know how to please a guy...No, babe. You're not grossed out by it at all. You're totally into it...You are, totally, and you look so hot with your lips wrapped around my cock. You're going to make me cum...Yeah your really workin' it now. I want you to swallow...Yeah, you heard me. I want you to slurp down every last drop of my juice and I don't want you to spill a drop...Hold on."
Donny pushed me aside. He cradled the phone on his shoulder and pulled on his dick with both hands until he was ready to shoot. Then he pushed my head back down. At that very second his cock began to pulse and spit cum.
"Oh, yeah baby. I'm cumming babe. You're taking it all. You're my little slut. Oh, you sexy slut..." When he drained the last drops in my mouth and pulled out, a trickle of cum escaped out of the corner of my mouth. With his index finger, Donny scooped up the jizz and smeared it on my cheek.
"Some of my love juice trickled out of your mouth babe...I know you're sorry, girl. You'll be more careful next time. Anyway, I wiped it up. You don't have to wash the sheets tonight. Ha, ha....What did I do with it? I gave it back. You look SO cute with my cum on your face."
That's how far I'd stoop to suck Donny's dick. You'd think I'd learn my lesson and steer clear of Donny after that. No, the very next day I was on that phone, pleading and begging him to let me suck him off again. Becky could watch for all I cared. He just laughed and hung up on me. I kept calling though, day after day. He got tired of my calls after a while and threatened to kick my ass. When that didn't work he threatened to tell everybody--the kids at school, my parents, the whole world--that I'm a cocksucking faggot. That didn't work either. I figured he was bluffing.
The last time I called him he told me to shut up and listen. He played this tape recording of our last phone conversation. It was beyond pathetic. "Please Donny?" My voice was real whiny. "Please let me suck your dick, Donny." You can imagine how degrading it was to listen to my pathetic begging. "Please put it in my mouth and let me suck you off." The desperation, the shameless pleading for Donny's cock was too much for me. I hung up on him for once. I didn't call again.
As bad as the telephone stuff was, it didn't cure me of Donny. Not by a longshot. I wanted Donny bad. One day after practice, when I was really horny after seeing him naked in the locker room, I decided to sneak into the laundry room, find his dirty jockstrap, and do something nasty.
Within a half-hour after practice everybody but Javier Mendez was gone. All I had to do was wait until Javier finished his after-practice routine and I'd have the place to myself.
Besides playing baseball, Javier was on the varsity wrestling team. As usual, he was laid out on a mat doing an inhuman number of ab crunches. His light brown shoulders were shiny with sweat and his skin stuck to the vinyl mat. You could hear him unglue himself from the mat with each rep. Sweat trickled down the valleys of his ripped stomach muscles and a single bead dangled from his nose.
I was unnoticed by Javier who was zoned in on his workout. For something to do while waiting for him to finish, I picked up the dirty towels that my teammates didn't bother to throw in the laundry bin and I watched Javier flex and hone his muscles. While bending over to pick up a towel, I noticed his gym shorts were pushed to one side and you could see the head of his dick peeking out. He obviously wasn't wearing his jock, so I made a mental note to look for it when I went on my jock hunt.
I was getting hornier by the minute and spying on Javier wasn't helping matters, so I casually wandered over to the laundry room and ducked inside. I dove into the laundry cart, this giant bag suspended on an aluminum frame that is wheeled into the locker room for guys to dump their dirty clothes. I sorted the jockstraps one by one and I admit I had to take a whiff of every one of them. Some of those things were ripe. Beyond skanky. There were jocks with the initials of the guys stenciled with indelible ink and others with their initials sewn on. I came to a strap with the initials JM sewn into the elastic waistband. I took a big whiff of Javier's jock and imagined the stud having his way with me, doing crunches while I sucked his dick. The musky odor of the big hispanic dude's jock sent my head spinning. It was still moist with sweat or something.
I fought the urge to jerk off. I kept searching for Donny's jockstrap, all the while Javier's athletic supporter was wrapped over my face like a surgeon's mask. When I found the yellow- stained pouch I was looking for, I took a big whiff. Like a dog sniffing its master, I knew the familiar sweat-and-ammonia smells belonged to Donny.
Pretty soon I was on my back atop a rusty old bench press, sniffing Donny's jock then Javier's, breathing in the raunchy crotch smells, rubbing my face in the stained cotton pouches. I knew it was chancy to carry on like that, but I was too horny to behave.
Javier has no reason to go into the laundry room, I thought. That's when the door behind me opened. A wadded up jersey flew through the air and landed on the concrete, just short of the laundry cart. Had Javier not missed the bin, he would have never seen me looking at him upside down on the bench press. But Javier did miss the target and when he made a U-turn to pick up the jersey he noticed me. There I was with my gym shorts around my ankles and a jockstrap draped over my nose.
"What the fuck?" It took a few seconds for all the gears in Javier's crankcase to mesh together. He looked at my hard-on. He looked at the jockstraps. "Hey, that's my jockstrap." He must have recognized his mom's needlework.
"Uh, sorry," I said. I pulled up my shorts to hide my boner and lamely offered him his own jockstrap that I was using to commit unspeakable homosexual acts.
Javier didn't seem to want it back, but he snatched it anyway. "Get rid of that smelly thing," he said. Like a jump-hook in basketball, Javier tossed the jockstrap and it fluttered into the laundry bin. Now he decides to make the basket, I thought.
I said, "Javier, I know this looks pretty bad, but..." Uncomfortable seconds passed. I could think of no lie to bail me out. Anyway, it's pretty hard to deny that you're hot for a boy when you're caught sniffing his underwear.
Finally Javier spoke up. "Do you want to suck my dick?" There was hesitation in his voice, but also desire. By the way he asked, you could tell that he wanted it.
A minute later I'm back where I started--face-up on the bench press. This time Javier's family jewels are dangling above me.
"I heard that you sucked off Donny, but I thought it was just a rumor," he said.
"Yeah, but don't tell Donny I told you. He said he'd kick my ass if I told anybody." I focused on his huevos swinging overhead.
"Don't worry about Donny. You take care of me and I'll take care of you." Javier flexed his knees like he was doing a squat and guided his meaty cock into my mouth. It was thick and swelling, the pink head peeking out of its hood.
"Yeah, Billy. That feels good." Javier eased himself down until his weighty balls touched my forehead.
"You're doing great." Javier stroked my hair with both hands, using his fingers like a comb. His touch was urgent but gentle. He gripped my skull and I could feel his callused palms massaging my scalp as he coaxed me to take more. Muscle stud that he was, Javier pumped and flexed in positions that only a varsity wrestler could attempt. My throat got a full workout.
With my head hanging over the end of the press, my gag reflex took over when Javier drove all seven inches of thick cock into my mouth.
"Are you okay?" asked Javier as he stood up and his dick slipped out of my mouth.
"I'm fine," I said. I sat up and rubbed the kink in my neck. "You're such a stud."
"You give awesome blowjobs, dude."
"Thanks." I looked at his stiff dick pointing at my lap.
"Can you suck it some more?" Javier swung a leg onto the bench.
"You don't know how many times I've dreamed about doing this." I took his low-hanging balls in hand licked the dark brown sac. It tasted of teen sweat.
I touched the tight abs above his hairline. There was no hiding my admiration of his beautiful physique. "You have a great body."
"Do you really think so?" Apparently Javier didn't realize how hot he was.
"Really. And you have a huge dick. It's really nice." My lips closed around the head of Javier's cock.
"That feels so good." Javier massaged the back of my neck. He took his foot off the bench and planted himself solidly in front of me. His body swayed with the rhythm of the blowjob. His hands drifted down to my shoulders and his touch sent currents of lust throughout my body. I moaned with pleasure, sucked passionately, with an overwhelming desire to please Javier.
"You're going to make me bust a nut." He gripped my head with both hands. I was sitting, bending over to pleasure Javier with my mouth, locked in his vice-like grip and wanting it. His fingers curled around my hair.
"Where do you want it?" asked Javier. "In your mouth?" I nodded, my tongue dancing around his dickhead.
There was a sudden jerk and a spray of cum coated my mouth. Javier milked his dick and the cum kept spurting into me. I swallowed everything he gave me.
Javier wiped his hands on Donny's jockstrap that still hung around my neck. He has a satisfied smile on his face. "Do you want to cum, too? I could give you a hand job."
I shook my head no. "Thanks for asking."
Javier shrugged his shoulders. "Your mouth is fuckin' hot. Thanks, dude."
"It was my pleasure," I said. "That load was amazing. I've never seen so much cum pour out of a guy's dick at one time."
"Really?"
"Really. You are a STUD."
"All right, then." Javier paused, basking in his studliness. "You know, you are an awesome cocksucker." Thinking he may have offended me by calling me a cocksucker, he quickly added, "Sorry dude. I didn't mean to put you down."
"It's not a put-down coming from you, stud."
"Maybe we can do this again sometime," said Javier. He pulled up his shorts and started for the door.
"I'll write down my phone number and put it in your locker."
"Cool. See you tomorrow at practice. Javier casually walked out the door with a little extra bounce in his step and a satisfied grin on his face.