Hosting Skater Dudes
By Ben C.
This story contains sexual acts (oral, masturbation, domination) between young males.
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Part 2
Luke had called it a win-win situation. Sure, he used me to drop a load. But I felt he had given me so much more. He had changed my whole life in less than an hour. I knew I would be grateful and in debt for him for the rest of my life.
It was the happiest day of my life so far. My stepsister was far away, and I had two new friends. And what kind of friends! Cool, good-looking skater boys from the city. And today I lost my virginity by sucking off one of them. I just wished he would let me do it again before the guys left. I really, really hated the idea of them leaving.
While Luke was still in the shower, I filled the washing machine with his shirts, underwear and socks and started it. There would have to be another round after that for Danny's wash, but I would have ample time for my shower meantime. I sat on the little stool and waited for Luke to come out. Pretty soon I heard the water being turned off so I got up and waited behind the bathroom door. He stepped out, dressed in bright yellow boxers.
"Keep up the good work, dude," he said with a smirk as he passed me. I laughed and turned around to admire his backside before entering the bathroom.
The first thing I noticed was the towel I had given Luke to use during his stay. It was on the floor. Pretty sloppy, I thought and was about to pick it up, when the door opened and Danny came in. The sight of him made me freeze. He was shirtless, the black t-shirt wrapped around his neck. He was wearing only white ankle socks and white Armani boxers that were so tight and so thin that the skin of his loins was dimly visible through the fine fabric. Only the pouch area was fully covered.
His body was evenly tanned, darker than Luke's. And where Luke looked like he had born with washboard abs, you could tell that Danny spent some serious time working out. What really caught my attention was his tattoo: a row of blue stars starting from the left side of his abdomen; the line curved downwards and dove under the waistband of his boxers. The row of stars was pointing straight to his manhood. The symbolism could not be missed. It was sexy as hell.
I let my gaze wander down to his hairless thighs and calves that were covered with short black hair.
"Everything OK, buddy?"
I looked up and saw a puzzled look on his face.
I woke up from my trance.
"Oh, yeah. Just tired."
"Well, you were here first. I'll come back later."
"Oh, no, you go first. You probably long for a show more than me. I'll do some washing meanwhile. Just try to leave me some of that hot water."
After some polite wrangling we agreed that Danny would go first. I returned to the laundry room and started to sort out his wash. His sweaty clothes had been stewing in his bag for days and the smell was pretty intense. Danny took his time showering, and I had time to empty the washing machine and load his stinking stuff in it. I felt proud of myself. The boys would have a full set of clean clothes to choose from tomorrow. I decided to iron their shirts, just to make a good impression.
Finally Danny peeked into the laundry room with a towel around his waist, looking fresh and content. His hair was still wet, and droplets of water made the mounds of his six-pack sparkle. He smiled at me.
"OK, buddy, it's all yours."
Danny had left his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. Obviously no one had been able to teach these guys any manners. Or, more likely, straight boys just don't care. In the end of the day, there's always going to be someone to pick up their clothes for them.
Well, Danny had carelessly left his worn clothes to be found by a lover of straight boys' underwear. This time I was not going to get caught, I decided, and locked the door before picking up his black t-shirt. I pressed it on my face and sniffed the backside. It smelled like youth. The smell was stronger under the sleeves, the familiar air of locker room. Then I picked up his socks. The aroma was similar to Luke's; the kind of stinging odor resulting from teen boy feet being confined inside sneakers for a long time.
Finally I examined his Armani boxers. I noticed some black hairs inside the pouch area. And a grey stain. I licked it. Yes, precum. He had probably been dreaming of pussy during their long drive. I pressed my nose into the white bundle. The expensive underwear felt silky against my skin. I inhaled deeply to get familiar with Danny's essence. His musk was deeper and somehow more masculine than Luke's. I couldn't decide which odor I liked best. Only a chance to smell Danny's real thing, as Luke put it, could resolve that. But I doubted that the hunky skater would let a sissy gay-boy touch his body. Yet I hoped that he would. He might be a bit rough, though, but I would gladly submit to that. I stuffed the boxers in my pocket for a later use when I was alone in my bedroom.
My shower became quick, as there was no hot water left. I soaped and rinsed myself hastily and rubbed my skin with a towel. I would have to remind the boys to share the hot water evenly between the three of us.
The boys chilled in our living-room watching football while I prepared an ample barbeque dinner for us: steaks from our freezer, sausages, corn and salad. We dined at the porch enjoying the warm night. The guys ate like they hadn't seen food since last summer.
After dinner I set up my Monopoly game on the kitchen table. The game continued almost until midnight, and I had the time of my life. The boys were so funny; Luke telling jokes and Danny entertaining me with stories about Luke's adventures among pretty young girls. It was obvious that Luke was a guy who was determined to fuck every hot girl he met, no matter what. Although I felt a bit jealous, his success among ladies just added to his glory in my eyes.
Then we decided to call it a day. We were going to the nearby lake in the morning for some swimming and fun. I fell asleep smiling, anticipating another unforgettable day with Luke and Danny.
We overslept our planned schedule. I woke up at eleven and prepared breakfast for us. I wanted to be a first class host to the boys, so I made us bacon and eggs, toast and pancakes to be consumed with freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee. With some effort I managed to wake up the boys. They came downstairs with sleepy eyes but were soon wolfing down the food. Both were wearing only their boxers and I just sat there, drinking coffee and enjoying the scene in front of me.
Observing straight boys covertly was my favorite hobby; I loved to admire their swagger in the school yard, the dirty talk and bragging in the locker room and their reckless table manners. Luke and Danny were no exception, scratching their crotches and armpits blatantly, burping and talking with their mouths full of food. The table was soon covered with drops of syrup, pieces of pancake and spilled coffee.
Luke finished his last pancake and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Thanks dude. Time for my shower," he said with a belch, and dropped the napkin on the table.
The boys left, leaving me the task of cleaning the mess. Boys will be boys, I thought, smiling.
I packed a large picnic basket for our beach lunch: turkey sandwiches, donuts and sodas. I added the Monopoly and a bottle of sunscreen lotion and covered the basket with our beach towels.
I took a hasty cold shower – after picking up Luke's and Danny's towels and underwear off the bathroom floor – and got dressed. I was ready, but obviously the boys were not. I went upstairs to investigate what was causing the delay. The guestroom door was open, but I knocked politely on the frame to announce my arrival.
Luke was standing in front of a mirror, dressed in board shorts and a tight white wife-beater. He was fitting a red ball cap backwards on his head, mirroring himself from different angles through his Ray-Bans. He had golden studs in his earlobes and a thin gold chain with a star pendant around his neck. He saw me in the mirror and greeted me with a wave. I noticed he had shaved his armpits.
Danny was sitting on his bed clipping his toe nails, sporting a silver earring in his left earlobe and a pearl necklace.
"Can I borrow your hair gel, Luke?
"Sure, it's in my bag."
Wow, a lot of grooming for a boys' day at the beach, I thought to myself. I knew gay guys were supposed to be vain, but these studs were acting like they were going out to chase girls. Probably out of habit, I thought.
It was nearly 3 PM when we finally packed ourselves into my stepsister's Mini Cooper. The boys' car was still dead, so I had decided to take the risk and use Janet's car. She would kill me for the tiniest scratch on her Mini, but the ride was short and the boys assured me that nothing bad would happen. I had known my new friends only for a day, but already trusted them unconditionally.
Danny sat behind the wheel and Luke rode shotgun. I squeezed myself and our picnic basket into the tiny back seat. Off we went and Luke browsed through radio stations until he found a suitable rock channel. He leaned back and rested his scuffed Vans on the white dashboard. I didn't want to start our day of fun by nagging about that.
The lakeside was only ten miles away and we reached it in minutes. We would still have a few hours of sunshine left. I handed the boys their beach towels and we settled on the green grass. I picked the sunscreen from the basket, secretly hoping they would ask me to rub it on their backs.
"I've got sunscreen in case you need," I told them, but the boys just smiled.
"We spend so much time outdoors skating and surfing we don't get sunburned anymore," Danny explained.
We decided to hit the lake right away. We ran into the water, screaming and splashing water on each other. Danny grabbed me from behind and lifted me from the water effortlessly. I pretended to fight back, feeling his strong shoulders with my hand, but he just laughed and sent me flying. I fell in the water six feet away with a major splash.
Two young girls came to swim close to us, and Luke and Danny started to splash water on them, making them scream and laugh. The boys seemed to have forgotten me and continued playing with the girls, so I paddled to the shore and wandered to our camp alone.
A long while later the girls emerged from the water and sat down on the lawn close to our towels. Danny and Luke came right behind them. They had found a frisbee somewhere and started throwing it back and forth, instead of joining me. I could see the girls observed them with keen interest. The guys noticed that too, of course, and started to perform for them, making sure to show off their ripped bodies properly with every athletic move they made. At some point Danny swung the frisbee way too high, but Luke caught it anyway, making a remarkable high leap, his body stretched to the limit. He landed on his feet, made an effortless backflip and swung the frisbee back to Danny. The girls laughed and clapped their hands. Luke smiled and bowed, making the girls giggle.
After an eternity the guys shunned the frisbee and sat down on their towels. But they were not interested in playing Monopoly with me. Luke waved his hand at the girls.
"Why don't you come over, ladies. We've got sandwiches and sodas and some great company," he said with his most sparkling smile.
The girls giggled, but after pretending reluctance for a while, they got up and invaded our little camp. My mood darkened. I knew what they had in mind. Fucking whores.
"Move over, buddy," Luke instructed me.
I complied and moved to the edge of my towel to let a blond girl sit down on it. The other girl, a red-head, sat down between Luke and Danny. I had to admit with a jealous grudge that the full-bosomed girls were hot. The blonde wanted to position herself closer to Luke and moved her ass right in front of me, so that I instinctively backed a little to keep my distance to her, founding myself sitting outside the circle. Luke was already telling a joke to the girls, making them laugh. Soon they were munching sandwiches – my sandwiches – and opening soda cans. Danny offered me a sandwich, but I declined icily – a decision I would regret later that day – and sat there through their lunch sulking and hungry.
"Why Luke," the blonde, Sandy, said in a worried tone, when they had finished their lunch. She touched his shoulder.
"Your back looks like it's getting sunburn. I saw some lotion in your basket. Lie down so I can spread it."
Luke grimaced.
"Damn, I can feel it already. I do burn easily in the sunshine. I would really appreciate your help, Sandy."
She gestured me to move over. Biting my teeth I moved so Luke could lie down on my towel. I was now sitting on the plain grass. Sandy sat next to him as close as possible and started to apply the lotion on Luke's shoulders, brushing his long blond locks gently aside. She is taking her time, I thought bitterly, as Sandy rubbed Luke's back with slow, loving moves.
In spite of my anger and disappointment my cock was reacting to the sight in front of me. The lotion made Luke's spotless skin and tight muscles shine in the bright daylight. He had his eyes closed but his smile revealed pleasure and anticipation. The other girl, Lisa, was already working on Danny's back.
Finally Sandy was done with Luke's back, treating meticulously the area just above the waistband of his board shorts. Then she ran her fingers playfully back and forth in the canyon between his back muscles.
"Better protect your legs too, just to make sure," she cooed.
Luke just smiled and she started to spread sunscreen on the back of his thighs, letting her fingers occasionally wander inside the legs of his shorts.
After the long lotioning session the mood of their little congregation became unconstrained; the boys had their arms around the girls' waists. They started exchanging little kisses that soon became longer and more passionate.
The four of them were having a great time. I lay down on the grass and tried to shut my ears. I dozed off for a while but woke up when Luke squatted beside me and shook me by the shoulder.
"Rob, we're gonna make a short trip to the mall. There's a new skate shop and we wanna see it. The car can fit only four, but we'll be back in an hour."
I became suspicious in an instant.
"Leave me you number just in case," I said coldly.
"A pen, anyone?"
Lisa handed Luke a black marker pen and he wrote the number on my left arm. He ruffled my hair.
"Hold tight, buddy," he said and left with Danny and the girls.
The day was already ruined, and I wanted to go home. I decided to take a swim to make time go faster. I bathed and came back to dry myself. Then I just waited. I had nothing to read, and you can't play Monopoly with yourself. I took another swim. When I came back, I grabbed my phone and took a look at the clock: 6.15. They had left an hour and fifty minutes ago.
After another thirty minutes I called the number written on my arm. After a long wait Luke finally picked it.
"Yeah?"
I could hear music and cheery young voices in the background. It sounded like a party.
"Luke, where the hell are you, I've been waiting..."
He cut me off.
"I'm busy right now. Talk to you later, buddy," he said and hung up.
I waited another thirty minutes and called again.
"The number you dialed cannot be reached right now. Please try again later," a mechanical female voice told me.
I felt like crying. I was hungry and cold and most people had already left the beach. There were no bus connections, and taxis were practically unheard of in our pick-up town. I took the paper plates and napkins and soda cans lying on the lawn to the trash and packed our towels in the basket. Then I started my long walk home, carrying the heavy basket.
I walked with a quick pace, fighting back tears, but it took me more than two hours to get home. My mouth was dry and my feet were aching. Finally I reached our porch, but in the dark I tumbled upon a skateboard left carelessly on the stairs and hurt my knee.
I left the basket on the kitchen table, ate a sandwich and hit the sack. I glanced at my alarm clock: 10.30. I was dead tired and fell asleep right away.
I woke up to the ringing of the doorbell. I got up and looked out. Janet's Mini was parked on our driveway in a strange angle. I could hear loud whispers and giggles coming from the porch. I sighed and climbed down the stairs to open the front door.
Luke was standing there with his arm around Sandy's waist, Danny and Lisa behind them. I could see they had been drinking.
"Hey buddy, I missed you," Luke said and squeezed past me, pulling Sandy inside with him.
"Dude, what's up," Danny grinned as he guided Lisa in.
I didn't respond. This would have to be settled in the morning when the bitches were gone. I went back to bed, but before I was able to catch sleep I heard bottles clinking downstairs: Janet's booze cupboard was being ransacked. Drunken laughter coming from downstairs kept me awake. Luckily, the noise died down in an hour or so. It seemed that everybody in the house was now ready to call it a night.
I dozed off but not for long. I woke up to some noise again, this time coming from the guestroom above. I checked the time: 11.55. I could hear the old bed squeaking and screeching due to teenage physical activity on it. After a while a girl started moaning and the squeaking and screeching became louder. A dragging sound told me the legs of the bed shuffled on the wooden floor, no doubt because one of the boys gave his bitch the powerful fucking she had longed for.
After maybe twenty minutes the banging and moaning ceased and I was finally able to fall asleep. I really don't know how long I had been sleeping, when I was woken again by someone shaking my shoulder.
"Dude, wake up. Dude!" the intruder hissed in my ear. I could smell liquor in his breath.
I glanced at the clock: 1.15.
"What the fuck, it's middle of the night. I wanna sleep," I mumbled drowsily. But the sleep-killer wouldn't back off. He started to slap my cheeks lightly.
"Dude. Wake up. I need you."
It was clear the intruder was not going anywhere, so I fumbled with my hand until I found the switch of the night lamp and switched it on. Danny was sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing cutoffs, no shirt.
"What do you want, Danny?"
"Luke got laid and I didn't. Lisa passed out, so I came to see you."
I was suddenly fully awake.
"Danny, go to bed. I can't help you with that. Why did you wake me up?"
"Because you're the only cocksucker available," he said impatiently.
"No, you got it all wrong," I started but he cut me off.
"Luke told me you suck like a pro and I need it now."
So much for Luke's "no one will ever know".
"The sooner you start giving me head, the sooner you'll get back to sleep."
He stood up and started to unbutton his cutoffs.
"Can't we do this in the morning, Danny," I moaned, rubbing my eyes.
"I said now, faggot."
The raw determination in his voice overwhelmed me. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I had dreamed about sucking Danny's cock earlier that day, but I would rather have done it less tired. But he had already decided to use me as his cum dump right there and then.
He lowered his cutoffs and boxers with his left hand and used his right hand to fish out his teen cannon. It reminded me of Luke's cock, but it was sturdier. Danny's lower abdomen and crotch were also somewhat hairier than Luke's, although he had trimmed his pubes so that the undermost blue star of his tattoo was visible above the black lawn of hair. His rod was already hard. Exercising his power over another guy was probably a turn-on for a stud like him.
Danny pointed his cock towards my lips and I opened my mouth. He leaned closer and slid the warm, sweaty organ between my lips. The he took hold of my neck and pulled me off the bed, guiding me down to the floor on my knees without letting his cock slip out of my mouth.
Suddenly I forgot all the anger I felt towards the boys for the way they had treated me that day. My newly discovered cocksucker instincts kicked in and I felt my own cock harden in my shorts. I remembered Luke's instructions. "Wrap your lips tight and suck. Use your tongue and watch your teeth". I had gained some practice as a cocksucker now, and I was able to improve my performance. Having a robust young cock in my mouth didn't scare me anymore, and I worked with my tongue, pressing it up against the underside of Danny's shaft as he worked it in and out.
Danny had spent most of his day making out with a hot cock-tease, so he was ready to shoot after fucking my face maybe three or four minutes.
"Aahhhh," he grunted and bent his back a little, preparing to unload his seed into me. But the little movement made him stumble, which caused his rod to slip out of my mouth with a soft pop. Only a thin rope of slime connected the tip of his cock with my lips.
While Danny fought to regain his balance, his cock started to shoot cum all over me, starting from my lips, moving up to my face and hair. He giggled drunkenly, took hold of his dick and pointed it to my nose. He staggered a little and the last shipment of adolescent cum landed on my forehead.
"I missed the mark," he snickered.
He stood there a while panting, balancing himself with his hand on my shoulder. After his cock had softened he looked around and noticed my t-shirt folded on the back of a chair next to my bed. He picked it, wiped his cock with it and dropped it in my lap.
"Thanks, faggot," he muttered and threw himself on my bed. He fell asleep in an instance.
My face was covered with teen cum and I had to wipe it off my forehead with my arm to prevent it from dripping down on my eyes. I licked Danny's cum off my lips. His slime tasted somehow stronger and rougher than Luke's. Danny was the macho of those two, and I suppose the extra dose of testosterone seasoned his seed.
I used my already slimed shirt to wipe the cum off my face. I sat down on the chair and looked at the youngster sleeping in my bed on his back, legs wide open, black hair sprawled on my pillow. Danny's arm rested on his forehead, but I could see that even in a state of rest his biceps were impressive. His strong chest and well-trained six-pack moved steadily as he breathed in and out. The cutoffs were still unbuttoned, but he had tucked his satisfied love-machine inside the white boxers, where it was having a good night's sleep too, thanks to me.
My head was aching from lack of sleep, but I was horny as hell and needed to get off. I lowered my shorts and took my aching cock out. Then I kneeled and leaned down to kiss Danny's navel. I licked my way down, following the trail of little blue stars until I reached his underwear. I nuzzled the bulge of his boxers with my cum-smeared face, staining the white cotton with his own jizz. Very soon I shot a desperate load of cum on my bedroom floor with my face buried in Danny's crotch and my right hand caressing the inside of his firm thigh.
I gathered strength for a moment before wiping my load off the floor with my shirt. Then I got up and covered Danny with my blanket. I turned the light off and left him snorting peacefully in my bed.
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