WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males having sex with each other. The story is erotic fiction. Do not read this story if you are under 18.
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Going Down on Donny-8
By Daniel
Weeks passed and I saw Donny only from a distance, holding hands with his girlfriend Becky while they strolled down the school halls, eating lunch with the in-crowd at the popular table in the cafeteria. Surrounded by friends and admirers, he had no use for me. My services were no longer required. The baseball season was over and so was Donny's need for an occasional blowjob. He must be getting it from Becky, I thought.
One Saturday I was working a full shift at Hank's Hotdogs. It was boiling hot, too hot to grill hotdogs and wait on obnoxious customers, but I got through the shift by thinking about the phone sex with Donny so many weeks ago, when he pretended I was his girlfriend while I sucked him off. I decided to stop by his house on the way home. Maybe I could suck him off again while he talked to Becky.
By the time I'd sweated out my eight hours slaving over the grill for five bucks an hour, you could have stuck a fork in me and slapped me in a bun. I was cooked. I peeled my shirt off as soon as I was out the back door, wrapped it around my waist, and pointed my bike at Donny's house. It was too hot to waive goodbye to Hank.
The Santa Anas were at my back as I peddled down the street. Five minutes later I was knocking on the Cooper's front door. Donny's older brother Brad answered. I knew Brad lived in the frat house at his college and sometimes came home on weekends, so I wasn't surprised to see him. Through the screen I could see that he was shirtless like me and his baggy cargo pants hung a good four inches below his Joe Boxers.
"Wassup?" asked Brad. He was yawning and scratching his stomach.
I was distracted by his Marky Mark abs and pumped up pecs. I glanced down at his crotch, a bad habit that I picked up. When a guy looks really hot I cant control the temptation to look. Anyway, it took me a second too long to answer. "Is Donny around?"
Brad held open the screen door and invited me in with a jerk of his head. "You just missed him, dude. He's kickin' with Becky today." He scratched his scalp with both hands. The bumper of his buzz cut was sticking straight up.
"Well, I guess I'll catch him later then," I said to his armpit.
"Before you go, there's something in Donny's room that I need you to explain to me. Wait up while I get it."
I stared at Brad's muscular back as he left me standing there, at the broad shoulders, the muscles tapering down to the narrow waist, at the Joe Boxers hugging his hips. Brad was a sturdier version of his younger brother, but you could tell that they were related. He had a sexual energy like his brother that aroused and flustered me at once.
"You'll never guess what I found when I took the liberty of borrowing Donny's cassette recorder without his permission," said Brad, returning from his little brother's room, a tape recorder in hand. "There's this nasty tape inside, man. You want to hear it?"
"No, not today. I gotta go." I wanted to get the hell out of there when I saw the tape recorder. I just knew it had to be that recording Donny made of our telephone conversation to scare me into leaving him alone. It was the conversation where I begged him to let me suck his dick.
Brad had this devious smile. "Not so fast, little dude. Sit down and take a load off." Brad backed me onto the couch, then pressed the "play" button on the tape recorder. His Joe Boxers waistband stretched as he bent over.
Me: Please Donny. It's been two weeks.
Donny: What are you talking about?
Me: You know (sigh).
Donny: (impatiently) Why don't you just tell me, dickweed?
Me: It's been two weeks since you let me suck you off.
Brad paused the tape. "Poor Billy. Had to go a WHOLE two weeks without getting any." A look of fake concern was plastered on his face.
"Don't play any more Brad. It's embarrassing."
"Embarrassing? It's fucking pathetic." Brad straddled the armrest of a recliner and rolled the tape.
Donny: You're a pain in the ass.
Me: Yeah, I know. (Pause) So I can come over?
Donny: Awright, I'll let you suck my dick, but you have to do my algebra homework for a whole week. Deal?
Me: Deal! Thanks Donny. I'll give you the best blowjob ever.
Mercifully the tape went blank after that.
Brad said, "So you like to give blowjobs to my little brother?"
My voice cracked as I tried to think of a way to explain the recording. "Yes, but he wanted me to do it."
"No shit. What guy would turn down a blowjob?" He looked me up and down. "How long have you been sucking Donny's dick?"
"About a month?" I wasn't sure. So much had happened since the first time.
"It wouldn't be so pathetic if he made you do it, tied you down or something and stuck his dick in your mouth." Brad was being sarcastic. He knew the truth, that I wasn't forced into anything, that I did it willingly.
"But my brother didn't have to force his cock down YOUR throat, did he? It's all on tape—that pathetic whining voice. You were beggin' for it."
Brad looked at me and I bowed my head in shame. "Do you like the taste of dick? Is that why you suck dick, because you like the taste of it? You like the feel of a hard cock in your mouth, don't you?"
Brad reached over and lifted my head up by my chin. I had to look at him eye to eye. "I bet Donny isn't the only dude you've sucked off. How many smelly cocks have you sucked?"
He touched my mouth with his middle finger, traced around my lips in a circular motion, molded my mouth into an O. His finger dipped inside my mouth and my lips closed around it.
"Pretend my finger is Donny's cock." My tongue swirled around his finger without thinking. "Oh, yeah. You know what you're doing. No wonder Donny lets you suck him off." I trembled from the humiliation of sucking Brad's finger.
He wiped his wet finger off on my shorts and sat back down. "You sucked my finger like you were sucking a cock." I wiped my face with my hand and hunched over, hoping Brad didn't notice my hardon.
"Do I make you nervous? You're jerkin' around like a spaz, but I seen you looking between my legs. Can't help yourself, can you?" He spread his legs wide and I looked between, couldn't look away. "Did I make you pop a boner? Keep staring and you're gonna cream in your pants.
"I've seen that look before. Just like the last faggot who sucked my dick. Yeah, you want it, only you're too shy to ask me for it. Cocksucker with a hardon."
Brad rubbed his crotch and through the fabric I could see the faint outline of his dick, a thick ridge of flesh pressed against his thigh. Brad watched me. I felt his eyes on me, daring me NOT to look, but I couldn't resist. I had to gape at the bulge of Brad's crotch.
"Can almost see it through my pants, can't you? Yeah, it's a big one, if that's what you want to know." He spread his legs out in a V-shaped stretch and looked down at his prized possession.
"You'd like to see it, wouldn't you faggot?" he huffed. He looked at me with a knowing smirk. "You're gonna drool all over yourself with your jaw hanging down like that."
I swallowed hard and blurted out, "Can I, uh, see it?" Red-faced, I squirmed in my seat.
"You want it so bad you can taste it. You're a real dickhound." Brad grabbed the loose end of his belt that was hanging over his bulging crotch and released the buckle with a yank. His pants fell around his ankles. He pulled down the waistband of his boxers and propped his cock over the top. It hung heavy and thick, the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I wondered if I'd be able to suck it.
"A cocksucker's wetdream, isn't it? Just ask real nice and I might let you have a taste. Don't be shy now. I heard you begging Donny for it on that tape."
"Can I suck it?"
I sank to the floor and licked my lips. Brad's cock was a veiny club ready for sucking and I stretched my lips to the limit to fit my mouth around the head. When my tongue touched the tip I could feel it throbbing. It grew in my mouth, a fleshy club that demanded attention. I had to take it out and try to satisfy him by bathing the shaft with my tongue and fondling his balls. I felt inadequate for being unable to swallow the massive whole. It was too big to deepthroat.
"Suck it you fuckin' cocktease." I aimed my tongue at a drop of precum peeking out of his piss slit and licked it off. I took what I could manage, the plumb-sized helmet, and swirled it in my mouth using lots of suction. Brad's dick was bone-hard.
"Shine that dick," Brad hollered. He pushed me against the couch so that the back of my head was pinned against the cushion. He leaned his weight on top of the sofa and pressed forward with his hips, driving his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged and pushed back weakly on his tight abs. He smirked, backed off long enough for me to get some air, and plugged my throat again.
"Does Donny fuck your face like this?" His pubes bumped my nose as he thrust into my mouth.
"Oh, yeah. Your mouth feels better than a pussy." Breathing heavily, Brad's dick plopped out of my mouth and slapped against my cheek on the rebound. He sat down on the couch. My eyes were glued to Brad's pulsing dickpole, like I was hypnotized by it.
"Get between my legs and finish what you started." I crouched between his muscular thighs and took his cockhead in my mouth.
"Work it, cocksucker." While fondling his balls I bobbed up and down on Brad's cock with locked lips and lots of tongue.
"Keep that up and your going to make me bust a nut." Brad's balls were heavy in my hand, full of cum.
"That's it, Billy. Work it. Suck that love juice out of me." Brad bucked off the couch.
As he began to shoot it seemed that every muscle in his body flexed and strained, pumping his load into my mouth. I backed off and his spent cock plopped out of my mouth. I swallowed the load that Brad dumped in my mouth.
"You sucked me dry," said Brad, leaning back with his legs spread. His spent cock snaked over his thigh.
"Who's cock do you like better, Donny's or mine?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know Brad. I like them both. Yours is bigger than Donny's." I hesitated, not wanting to complement Brad at Donny's expense. "But you're older than him so maybe his will be as big as yours some day."
"I don't know how you managed to take this cuntbuster down your throat," said Brad. He lifted his half-limp cock, still wet from my mouth, and let it flop back over his thigh.
"I've never had a girlfriend who could take it all down her throat like you can."
Brad got dressed and made me follow him out to the backyard where he smoked a joint and didn't share it. He started talking about the guys in Omega House, the frat that he pledged to. He was telling me that some of the guys have big dicks like him and that a lot of them would really like to get a blowjob from a cocksucker like me.
If you want this story to continue, let me know. My e-mail address is gryffindorh@hotmail.com.