I quickly cleaned my face off, threw my clothes on, and quickly went out to my bike as Larry climbed in bed and flicked the lights off. I rode home, thinking...what the hell is going on? Is this the life I want???
Chapter 5
Saturday, I went out for a jog. It was beautiful weather so I took my time and went a little farther than I normally do. I was walking through the park trying to cool down after my jog. It was a secluded area of the park, so I sat down at a picnic bench and began to think about what direction my life was headed. I rested my elbows on the picnic bench, and my chin in my hands and just zoned out. My thoughts were a million miles away when suddenly someone grabbed me from behind putting his arm around my neck.
"Hey, Kiss Ass, what's up?"
Huh? That was Larry's nickname for me, but it was Wayne's voice. Suddenly, he released my neck, stepped up on the bench of the picnic table, stepped up on the table; then facing me he jumped down on the bench so that his legs were on either side of me, and sat on the table. He was wearing a pair of sweats. His crotch was eight inches away from my face, so I had to look up into that goofy smirk.
"Wayne! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry, man! Not really... Actually, I was walking home from Judy's. She wouldn't put out, as normal, and I looked over and saw you sitting here. I'm really curious and I just have to ask. Who's tastier?"
What? No way... Larry didn't mention what happened... "Uh, gosh, Wayne, what are you talking about? Tastier?"
"Give me an f'ing break, Paul. Don't play stupid, you know by now Larry and I share everything. So, who's babymakers were tastier?"
Giving in, I said, "Um, well, you both taste very different, and I really tasted you guys only once, so, I dunno, I think you both tasted great."
"Only once, not enough? Trust me, you'll be drinking gallons of cum before we're done with you!" With that, he grabbed behind my neck and pulled my face into his crotch, rubbing my face back and forth. I could feel his dick sliding back and forth beneath his sweats, massaged by my nose.
I pulled back hard. "Wayne! Jesus, we're in public!" Wayne was laughing as he released my head and said, "I can't help it, Paul. You just look so at home between my legs!"
I didn't want to admit that I was growing rock hard under my gym shorts, but he could clearly see it. I was already leaking like a faucet. He smiled his megawatt smile and said, "Walk with me, Paul"
We walked side by side, joking as friends do on the way to his house. I felt so awesome for people to see me with this stud. It made my stock among friends skyrocket that this stud would be seen with me.
As we went into the steps of his house, I stared at Wayne's incredible butt that was showcased even in the sweats he was wearing. Perfect globes of incredible flesh separated from me by only a thin layer of fabric. I leaned forward as we were going up the steps and was about an inch from his ass. Wayne suddenly stopped, and my nose was jammed in the crack of his butt for the second time in my life. His butt began to jiggle, and as I looked up I could see Wayne holding back hysterical giggling.
"You really like my butt, huh? I guess Larry calling you Kiss Ass is closer to the truth than I thought!" I was so embarrassed, I couldn't even respond. Why fight the truth?
We went down the stairs to the basement and jumped on the couch and started to play some Madden together. He was kicking my ass as normal when he phone binged signifying a text message.
"Holy fuck! Yeah!", he screamed as he read the text, his hands furiously typing back a reply.
"What?", I asked. "Judy feels so bad about turning me down so coldly this afternoon, she's gonna come and give me a little lovin' tonight! She's gonna get here at 7, and it's 4 now, so I gotta get ready!"
"OK, so I guess I'll see you later" I said as I got up from the couch.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?", Wayne demanded.
"You guys are gonna get it on, you gotta get ready, so I'll let you be."
"As if... She hasn't given me any for almost a month, and I wanna last a long time tonight when she gets here. You gotta help me get ready!"
"Huh?", I asked. Wayne was a big boy, what help could he want?
"You can't be this thick.... I want you to suck me off so I can last a long time. She's gonna let me fuck her, but she only will let me cum once, then it's over. I want to last forever tonight".
Call it a labor of love, but I said, "Well, if it would help you..."
Wayne grabbed me from behind the neck and guided/dragged me into the bedroom. I saw the familiar bed that Larry had face fucked me a few days before and I got even harder than I thought possible.
"Should I get undressed?" I asked. "Why?" he said. "You ain't got nothin' I want to see. Just sit there on the edge of the bed."
I sat there as Wayne slowly pulled his shirt up. He kicked his running shoes off, and peeled off his socks. I had closed my eyes bracing myself for the gift which I was about to receive, when he held the back of my head and pressed his sweaty sock against my mouth and nose. I struggled to get away, but Wayne was way too strong. His scent was rank, but turned me on tremendously.
He let go and was laughing so hard, tears were coming down his face. "So if you liked the way I taste, how do I smell?"
I looked at him trying to act mad and said, "You truly are an ass wipe, you know that?"
"I'm not, but I'll be working on you to become one!" Huh? What the hell was that gonna mean?
He pulled down his sweats and boxer briefs (royal blue today!) and began to flop his dick around to get it to grow. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, you don't need my funk. You get ready for this" he said while waving his dick at me.
I wasn't gonna argue. I watched his cock sway back and forth, and his butt flex as he walked into the bathroom to shower. As I heard the shower running, I thought about Wayne, Larry and how my life was going. I was way more out than I wanted to be in this small town, but as long as it stayed between the three of us, it was really a win/win. Where else was I going to enjoy such a buffet of flesh? I ran up to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, and ran back to the bedroom drinking the water so I would be hydrated enough to suck dick.
I heard the shower stop and knew that Wayne was drying himself off with a towel that had a closeness to Wayne that I wished I could have. I heard the hair drying start and could imagine Wayne primping himself for Judy and wished it was for me.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Wayne came out with a chubby, smiling, heading straight for me. He looked down at me, a smirk on his face, lust in his eyes, grabbing my ears and said "suck me beautiful" quoting his favorite movie, "American Pie".
His grip on my ears pulled me forward. My mouth opened to receive his chubby and after my lips closed over it, I began a gentle sucking motion.
Wayne groaned and quickly hardened; he began to thrust in and out of my mouth quicker than before. I gagged a few times causing Wayne to laugh and say, "Come on, Larry said you were way better than this!"
He seesawed back and forth in my mouth, my tongue flickering over the underside of his dick; he kept up a constant groan as his cock jabbed back and forth in my mouth getting closer and closer to the back of my throat, causing me to gag again and again.
"I like to hear you choking on my rod...sort of music to my ears. But tell you what, Larry told me about the position he used on you... so flip onto your back and hang your head over the bed."
I knew exactly what he wanted. I `assumed the position' I had with Larry, hanging my head over the bed so my throat would be as open as possible. He approached with his angry, throbbing hard on, and painted my lips with his precum. I opened my lips as his dick entered my mouth and his balls approached my eyes. I opened my throat as his balls hit my nose and eyes over and over as his cock assaulted my throat. The pubic hair on his balls tickled my nose and scratched my eyes as he sped up the speed he was assaulting my throat.
Wayne was groaning almost nonstop as his thrusts grew in intensity. He was no longer receiving a blowjob, his was assaulting my throat with a powerful face fuck. I was no longer an individual, I was a cum dump to deposit his load. Each time he pulled out, I would gasp for a breath of air. Over and over his balls hit my nose and eyes as I tried to massage his cock with my throat muscles. His groaning grew in intensity and in volume.
Soon, he bent over my body and buried his cock into my throat. Pulse after pulse of hot cum went straight down my throat as Wayne groaned loudly above me. His balls covered my nose, which kept me from breathing, and my eyes, which stopped me from seeing. I could feel my cock erupting in my pants as I came buckets into my pants.
Even as his cock pumped what felt like cups of cum into my throat, I was running out of oxygen and urgently needed air. I kept pushing against his thighs to try to get him out of my throat so I could breath, but to no avail. I almost passed out when Wayne pulled out of my throat and collapsed on his back next to me. I gasped for air until I no longer felt light headed. I looked over to see his muscular thighs and his legs hanging off the edge.
I scooted so my head was no longer hanging over the edge. Wayne moved so his left leg was draped over my chest and his right leg was planted firmly on the ground. He propped himself up on pillows so he could look down at me. I looked to my left and saw his cock and groin about six inches from my face. I looked past his slowly deflating cock, up his muscular chest into a face and half closed eyes that looked like total satisfaction. His face broke into a slow smile and he lazily looked down at me. "That was absolutely the best head I've ever had. You are truly a professional!"
My eyes moved down from his face, over his incredible chest, to his cock surrounded by the bush of his pubic hair. There was a large drop of sperm that was hanging from the slit on the head of his dick; I leaned over and took the head of his dick in my mouth and sucked the last of his nectar into my mouth.
I leaned back with a small smile on my face. I looked up at Wayne who said, "Un-fucking-believable. You really like that shit, huh? Gross!"
"Nectar of the Gods!" I muttered, and closed my eyes. I liked the weight of Wayne's leg against my chest as he reclined, and I liked my face to the proximity of being six inches from his crotch. The smell of his sweat was so aromatic. Even though he had showered, I could smell his anal sweat that was formed by his frantic fucking. I could feel my dick hardening again.
Wayne was chatting casually about everything and anything. I answered enough to keep him going, but was centering my attention to the crotch so close to my face. I know I was staring too much at his crotch, but in reality his voice was more background noise.
After about 20 minutes of chatting, we heard a voice call out, "Wayne, are you here?"
"Shit, that is Julie", Wayne said as he jumped out of bed and started throwing on his clothes. "You stay here, and don't move." I assured him I would.
Wayne raced out of the room slamming the door shut. I heard him run up the stairs, then heard muffled conversation upstairs.
The room was dimly lit by a lamp on the dresser; I shimmied up until my head was at the end of the mattress again reliving the memory of the incredible face fuck. I grew drowsy and slipped off to sleep to dream of sexy Wayne for I don't know how long. I was abruptly awoken when the door to the room to the bedroom slammed open. I flung the covers over me and covered all but my head wondering what the hell was going on.