I slowly opened my eyes, for a moment wondering where I was. I turned my head to the side, and my eyes popped open wide, as the sleeping figure of Bobby came into focus. In a rush, the events of the past few hours flooded my brain, and I shook my head, hoping that I wasn't just dreaming.
I rolled on my side, and propped my head on my hand. Letting my eyes roam over Bobby's nakedness. Holy shit, I thought, it had actually happened, just like I remembered it. My gaze settled on his soft cock, resting now, atop his plump ball sac. Jesus, I had actually sucked that beautiful meat, and relished in the explosion of warm cum that had ultimately erupted from it, flooding my mouth repeatedly, as I struggled to gulp it all down. The word cocksucker bounced around in my head briefly, and it made me smile, as I wondered why that word held such a negative connotation in so many circles, when I now knew, first hand, that there was absolutely nothing negative about engulfing that throbbing instrument, and pleasuring it to the brink, and beyond.
I continued to gaze longingly at Bobby's trim body, and mentally relived the incredible minutes we had spent together in the shower, with Bobby actually touching my cock, then jacking me to a mind numbing explosion, as I sprayed the shower stall with my pent up load. Incredible, I decided, absolutely incredible. I had dreamed this, so many times, fisting away at my aching cock, and imagining Bobby's thick rod sliding in and out of my mouth. And now, it had happened, and I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted it to happen again, and soon. Bobby stirred slightly, turning fully onto his back, and I stifled the urge to groan, as his cock lolled against his firm thigh, pointing right at me. My mouth flooded with saliva, and I wanted to just drop down there, and slide that thick meat back into my mouth. My own cock inflated as I stared at Bobby's, and rose to full hardness, jutting out from my groin. I reached down, and gave it a squeeze, the vivid memory of the feel of Bobby's hand on me there filling my brain. I longed to touch him, to take his thickness in my mouth, and suck him awake, and just keep sucking him, until he once more gifted me with his thick cream. I resisted, barely, a little unsure of what his waking, and much more sober, attitude might be toward our actions.
I didn't need to wonder for long, as Bobby stirred again, and opened his eyes, rapidly blinking, as he came awake. I held my breath, still right next to him, my hardon almost in contact with his rib cage. He rolled his head, and those seductive eyes met mine, and he blinked rapidly again. Still holding my breath, I tried to read his expression, but he just continued to look at me, his cute face pretty much a blank. After what seemed like forever, a slow smile began to cross his face, and he lifted his arms, cupping his hands behind his head, and said, "Hey, Ry!" I exhaled, finally gulping in a new breath, and smiled back at him, then, replied, "Hey, Bobby!" His eyes moved down, scanning over my naked torso, and came to rest on my rock hard cock. He chuckled softly, then lifted his gaze back to meet mine, and said, "Jeez, Dude....don't I remember taking care of that in the shower?" I laughed, a warm blush crawling across my cheeks, and mumbled, "Yea, well, you know, that was, like, a long time ago." He chuckled softly, and muttered, "Yea....like a lifetime ago..." Unsure again, I stayed silent, and rolled onto my stomach, suddenly embarrassed at my aching hardon being so prominently on display, and so physically close to touching his skin.
We lay there quietly, me with my head cradled on my folded arms looking at him, while he once again focused on the ceiling. The silence was like a deafening roar in my ears, and I could feel my heart hammering at my chest, as I waited for Bobby to say, or do, something, anything. What seemed like a long time passed, and I was actually afraid that Bobby would hear my pounding heart, and my cock ached, trapped under my full weight against the mattress. Unable to stand it any longer, I said, very quietly, "Guess I should go." Bobby stayed rock still for a minute, then rolled his head toward me, and finally spoke, saying, "Naw...lets go raid the kitchen.....I am seriously hungry....and big time thirsty!" With that, he rolled off the bed, and headed out the door of his bedroom, as I watched his incredible ass flex with his movements. I rolled onto my back, willing my hardon to wilt, then, decided to go throw some cold water on my face, hoping it would distract my smoldering thoughts.
I stopped by the bathroom, and the memory of what had occurred there returned, adding to my erection difficulties. I shrugged off the thoughts, and did the cold water thing, while working a few math problems in my head. Eventually I managed about half staff, and went to join Bobby in the kitchen. It felt pretty weird to be walking around someone else's house naked, but at the same time, I took it as a very good sign that Bobby had made no attempt to cover his body either. I found the kitchen, and Bobby, where he was busy building thick sandwiches at the counter. I pulled out a bar stool on the opposite side from him, and sat down, my semi-erect cock lazing against my now scrunched balls. I watched him deftly build the sandwiches, and my eyes lingered over his smooth chest, and flat stomach, and I remembered the silky feel of his skin, none of which helped my desire quotient, and my cock once more began to show interest.
Bobby, apparently, was serious about being hungry, and thirsty, as my newly sprouted hardon escaped his attention, and he hungrily dug into the food, washing the whole thing down with a sixteen ounce soda that he pulled from the fridge. I nibbled at my sandwich, much more interested in again nibbling his pretty cock, and sipped at the soda he had slid in front of me, while I watched him gorge himself, obviously beset with a case of the hangover hunger's. Finished, he pushed back his plate, and produced a small burp, excusing himself, as I chuckled softly, and asked, "Feel better now?" He nodded, his hand rubbing over his firm tummy, and I zeroed in on his cock, unconsciously licking my lips. "Ryan, Dude," he suddenly said, "If I ever again hit the juice that way, and you're around, just kick my ass, will you?" Thinking that I would much rather kiss it, than kick it, I just nodded, and muttered, "I tried to tell you to cool it." He looked at me, and wiggled his eyebrows provocatively, and replied, " That much sauce makes me do strange things.....or at least....provides a hell of an excuse." With that, he walked to the kitchen door, my eyes once again perving his cute butt. He stopped, and half turned toward me, his thick cock swinging at his groin, and said, "Come on, Ry, let's go surf some nasty shit on the web." I stood, and followed him back to his room, my very hard cock leading the way. As I looked down on it, it occurred to me that I really didn't need any further stimulation, at least nothing more than Bobby, himself.
He ducked into his Dad's small office, and rolled the computer chair into his room, then, placed it next to his own in front of his computer, and booted it up. We sat side by side, naked, as Bobby clicked through several of his favorite porn sights. All of them were straight, of course, and had the expected affect on Bobby's thick cock, which rapidly joined mine in full on hardness. We made the usual snide comments one makes when trying to be very cavalier about looking at porn, commenting on several sets of bodacious tits, and some horse-cocked studs. Again, it was slightly weird, to be casually surfing internet porn while naked, and erect, seated right next to a hot guy, who's cock you had recently sucked, and, seriously wanted to suck again.
Eventually Bobby grew tired of the repetition of the images, and suddenly twisted his chair so that he was facing me. I couldn't help myself, and dropped my gaze to his pulsing cock, and he saw me. He sighed heavily, and leaned back in the chair, spreading his muscular legs in front of him, so that his two legs surrounded one of mine. I jumped at the contact, a small jolt passing thru me that made me groan softly, and Bobby rubbed his legs against mine some more. I glanced up into his eyes, then again focused on his throbbing meat, mesmerized, and dieing to just drop down in front of him, and swallow it. He continued to work his legs against mine, then, very softly, said, "I gotta tell you, Ry....damn, Dude....I was pretty toasty....but still....you doing....that....before....was, like, the most intense feeling I have ever had in my whole freeking life!" That last bit came out rapid-fire, almost one long word, and my heart rate once again leaped off the chart as I digested it. I tore my eyes from his turgid cock, and looked at him, feeling my face burning with my furious blushing, and nodded, not sure I could speak, even if I could think of a reply. He looked straight into my eyes, and slowly nodded his head, his legs still moving on mine, and he said, "Serious, Dude....it was, like, totally incredible....and....I'm really glad that it happened....weird as it is." I gulped, my whole nervous system singing, and my heart hammering my chest, and finally summoned the courage, or foolishness, to utter the words that were searing my brain. "Oh shit, Bobby...dude...I....damn it.....I want to....I fucking want to do it, again!" I thought I might pass out, so peaked was my blood pressure, and my temples pounded at the sides of my head, as I just sat there staring at his rock hard cock, knowing that I was toast, dead meat, whatever. Bobby lifted his leg, and slid his foot into my crotch, his toes poking at my hardon, as he rolled his head back on the chair, and closed his eyes. My heart all but stopped, when I heard him mumble, "I want that too, Ryan.....I want that, too!"
Ten seconds, that seemed like ten days, passed, and I threw all caution to the winds, giving myself over to the burning desire that had haunted me every second since we had done it in the car. I scooted forward in the chair, and dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor, quickly moving forward between Bobby's spread legs. With a shaking hand, I reached out, and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft of his cock, and stroked it, once more reveling in the silky smoothness of it, and the absolute rock hardness of the tissue below the silky skin. My mouth was nearly drooling, as I leaned in closer, and blew my warm breath over that stiff cock, then, slid my tongue out, and licked across the spongy head. Bobby groaned loudly, and mumbled my name, as I slowly slid its pulsing length into my mouth. My taste bud's exploded, his flavor flooding my senses, and I began moving my head over him, my lips firmly closed around his rock hard shaft, as I sucked him with a fervor, an absolute lust, as if I had been doing forever.
Bobby got into it, big time, mumbling my name, and muttering comments about how great it was, as I sucked him, my fingers stroking his inner thighs, and toying with his balls. I amazed myself with how quickly I became deft at my task, sliding my mouth up and down his saliva slicked cock, and teasing the tender tip with my tongue. My mouth was alive with the slightly pungent taste of his copious precum, and I gulped several times, causing the spongy head of his cock to bump the back of my throat. I tugged his plump balls, and at some point needed to sample that, as well, and I released his cock, dropping lower, to gently suckle his heavy balls. He moaned a deep sound, once more repeating my name, and I moved back to slide his engorged cock into my hungry mouth. My taste buds actually ached, so strong was my desire to have him again flood my mouth, and throat, with his creamy nectar. I moved over his fleshy tube, sucking strongly, and wetly, urging his balls to explode, and give me what I so wanted, needed. Bobby was going nuts above me, bucking his slim hips, and plunging his throbbing meat into my sucking mouth, his hands moving down to tightly grip the sides of my head, guiding me, as I sucked him. He growled suddenly, a deep seated sound from somewhere within, and his thick cock spasmed in my mouth, and erupted, jet after rapid jet of his thick and creamy discharge ejecting into my mouth. I gulped as fast as he flooded me, tears springing from my eyes, and running down my cheeks, as he continued to spew his warm, slick juices, until he was drained once again. He sagged back on the chair, his chest heaving, as he gasped for air, and I slipped his wilting cock from my bruised lips, rubbing the still leaking head across my lips, desperate to capture the last drops of his emission.
His cock wilted in my fingers, and I milked the soft shaft, smiling, as one last pearl of his essence oozed from the tiny slit. I extended my tongue tip, and swiped it over the shiny head of his cock, and lapped up the last of his offering, then released it, and rocked back on my heels. I stared at his gaping crotch, and at his now soft, and slightly wrinkled cock, and the plump balls, that now hung loosely in his limp sac between his firm thighs. I grinned, swiping at my cum streaked lips with the back of my hand. His slightly salty, and bitter-sweet taste lingered in my mouth, and I could feel the slimy aftermath of his fluid in my throat, and my heart sang with happiness, and completeness. Bobby opened his eyes, and looked at me, a blurry look on his very flushed face, and a slow, silly grin painted over that cute face, as he uttered, breathlessly, "Holy shit, Ryan.....holy....fucking.....shit!" I smiled up at him with my puffy mouth, and nodded, replying, "Exactly!"
(To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com