The Circle - Chapter 10
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The Circle ==========
Chapter 10 ----------
Tuesday Night: Yet Another Birthday Surprise --------------------------------------------
I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned. I knew Jeff's mom well enough to know that she wouldn't let him stay over on a school night. True, there probably wouldn't be school tomorrow with all that snow down already and more falling, but she had come to get him and Todd almost an hour ago.
How could he even be here? I wondered.
"What kind of prank is this?" I asked, still standing at the top of the stairs.
"Not the usual kind, dude. You coming in or what?"
I hesitated, then walked slowly into my room, waiting for Todd to jump out with something to throw at me; I half expected the whole gang to jump out. The idea of them pulling another prank on me wouldn't stop running across my mind.
"What?" Jeff asked, seeing that I was acting oddly by looking around so obviously.
"What, exactly!" I said. "What the hell-e-o? What're you doin' here?"
"Staying over, I hope," he said with a shrug and another drink.
Staying over! On a school night? Without even talking about it first? And after the thing two weeks ago? And all the last two weeks?
More and more such questions came to my mind, cluttering it up. When he had arrived at the party I had been surprised, to say the least, but him laying on my bed, talking about staying over, it was beyond surprising.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Is it okay?"
"With me? Sure! What about your mom? And my folks?"
"Your folks don't care, and my mom called and asked if I could stay over here tonight since there's prob'ly no school tomorrow. She said she was sure there wouldn't be 'cause there's like over a foot coming tonight on top of the foot now. And she didn't want to drive in it if she didn't have to. So your folks said that it was okay with them if I stayed over. I'll just take the bus with you guys if there is. So I asked them not to say anything and I was going to surprise ya later when the party was over."
"Cool!" I replied, grinning from ear to ear. "So where's Todd?"
"Tom's."
That's weird, I thought. Tom don't like Todd's ability to irritate him, and Tom was a wet towel over Todd. Them being around each other all night is something I'd like to see!
"That's got to be a weird night!"
"Don't you know it!" he said, laughing, his braces showing at the corner of his lopsided grin.
"So, Tom knew you were up here just a minute ago?"
"Nah. He came up the stairs and I was in the can and saw him but he didn't notice me. I didn't know what to do! I'm glad you guys didn't have to go!"
We laughed at the image of Tom or I finding Jeff hiding in my bathroom for a bit before the embarrassment was too much.
"So, did you hear us? You know, talking and stuff?"
"Nah. I mean I could hear you guys sometimes, mostly Tom, but not really hear what you were saying. I was in the shower then, hoping Tom was leaving and I could explain coming out of your bathroom! You don't know how glad I was when I heard you guys leaving so I could sneak out!"
Still standing in my doorway, Jeff across the room on my bed, I asked, "So, like, is everything okay? You know. You're not . . ."
"Forget it. Okay?" he said with a huge roll of his eyes and his head.
I saw on his face that he didn't want to speak of it. I saw how serious he was that it be forgotten. I felt a relief of pressure that nearly caused my legs to fold beneath me.
"If you want to, sure. Okay. I just, I . . ."
"Just forget it, like it never happened. Okay? Forget it."
"I . . ."
I wanted to simply forget it, that was certain! I would have liked nothing more than to forget the entire incident. Jeff laying on my bed, telling me to forget it seemed ludicrous though. He must have sensed that or seen it in my face.
"Look, Al. It was my fault. All you did was . . . look, I overacted, okay? I should a just scooted away or something. I don't know. But I shouldn't a left. Okay? Can we just pretend it didn't happen?"
What more could I ask for?
"Okay."
Feeling tingly and squirmy all over, I sat on the bed near him. We didn't have to think of things to talk about, having two weeks of things to catch up on, the topics came naturally, flowing from one to another seamlessly. We talked, sometimes while watching the snow fall outside. Jeff liked the newer style of rock, so the radio stayed on the station that played it. The dee-jay said that Cook County was under a snow emergency for the overnight and morning, as well as probably the entire day tomorrow. That meant no school, and mandatory work for mom. Dad could probably get to work, as usual.
By midnight I had rolled and smoked an entire joint with Jeff, who had smoked it right along with me. The radio had announced our school, along with most, as closed tomorrow with alternate schedules; that meant that anyone that showed up could go to the gym and mess around, or the band or computer rooms, or the library so long as the right teachers showed up to open them.
"I always kind of wanted to get really high with you alone."
"You could have anytime, man."
"I know. But, just, you know."
I yearned to touch his hair as he shook his head. His waves of shiny, light blond hair weaved a dance in those movements. His lips were darker and seemed even more luscious than usual as I tried not to get caught admiring them. I loved that my lips were touching the same joint as his were. His wonderful blue eyes were like magnets for my own. I knew the pot was making me horny, but he really seemed to look even better than usual. Our being alone on my bed probably had a great deal to do with that as well.
Those quivering, squishy feelings were back, like with Toby. I felt as if all my insides were mobile, roaming wildly around inside of me, bumping into each other and caroming off my ribs and spine. My muscles all turned to Play-Dough. There was a feeling of weightlessness, of giddiness, of overwhelming warmth.
He looked at me and met my eyes. We grinned. His cornflower blue eyes sucked me right into them.
"Al, I don't think I'd mind, you know? I guess, what, well . . . shit! Just, I'm sorry I walked out a couple weeks ago. It was just, just . . . I don't know, really. Ya know?"
He looked so uncomfortable, and I wanted nothing more than to release him from any such condition. I wanted to make him comfortable, happy. I was glad he was there, and still my friend, and not afraid of me. Especially not afraid of me.
"I shouldn't'a done it. I know. I'm sorry, too. It was my fault, don't deny it, okay? If I hadn't done it, then you wouldn't've had to leave. Okay?"
He nodded and said solemnly, "Let's never talk about it. Okay? It never happened. Okay? Swear?"
I nodded, we swore. I wanted to forget it, too, and I tried.
"I wanted to say, you know, too, that, it wouldn't be bad, or, I'd . . ."
He gave up again with a sigh. I wished that I could somehow read his mind, so that he wouldn't have to say it, so that I could save him the trouble of it. I only wanted him to be happy around me.
"I don't know, but I mean, I . . ." he gave up with another sigh.
"What? What is it, man? You can tell me anything, you know. I mean, you know, or, you know, kind of . . ."
I trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"I know. And I don't mind if we, if, uh, I won'tminddoingitsometimes," he blurted out in a rush.
I knew that I had misheard him.
"Huh?"
"I won't mind if we do something sometime. Okay? Just don't, like, surprise me. Okay? That's all. Okay?"
I felt the butterflies in my stomach, whirling.
"Okay . . . but, you said to forget it."
"I mean that I left! I, if I'd known you was gonna, uh, if I knew it was coming, or something, but, I don't know! It surprised me, and made me feel . . . I don't know!"
"You still won't mind? Then, why did you leave?"
He shook his head and looked up, drawing my stare to his own again. His cheeks were ruddy red, nearly the color of his lips. His eyes twinkled powder blue. He shook his head again and smiled wider. His brows furrowed a bit, his light eyebrows more visible than usual against his blush. His wide, soft, plush lips were moist from nervous turns inward and outward. He was slightly chewing his lower lip - one of his cute affectations.
I could tell he was nervous, and a bit scared. I could tell I was the cause of it, and why he was in the entire situation. I only wanted to make him happy, and hoped that what he wanted could make me happy, too. I didn't know what to say to him, and my guts were tying themselves up into knots the size of watermelons. I said the only thing that seemed to make sense.
"I wouldn't hurt you," I said softly.
"I know you wouldn't, would you?" he said as softly. "I don't think you would. I bet you'd be gentle, and careful, huh?"
I was nearly shocked when I realized that he thought I had meant physically; I had been thinking along more esoteric and intangible - emotional - pains.
"You have no idea, Jeff!" I said suddenly, surprising myself.
I was going to cry. I didn't dare though, I didn't want to be so wussy in front of Jeff. He didn't move or speak. He just sat there, chewing at his lips and watching his fingers picking at each other. His eyes were wider, though.
"I'm sorry!" I said, standing up and walking away from him as fast as I could.
"It's okay, I kind of know anyway," Jeff said as I heard the bed squeak, letting me know that he had stood up.
"Can everybody tell I'm a fag?"
I wanted to cry so badly, but wanted not to in front of Jeff, especially while talking about that, even more. That was before I realized that I had just officially came out to Jeff. I was sure that my heart had stopped, and would have stayed stopped if I hadn't noticed.
"Nah. I don't think so. You aren't all sissy acting or anything. It's just, you know, I know you is all. You, well, it's not like you hide it real good from me. You know? I'm, well, I'm not sure how I feel about it, you know? I'm, I, don't know what to think."
It was again another ride on that roller coaster that never stopped, and it was a scary part of the ride too. I had many times wanted that very topic to come up between us, but I found that I was totally unprepared for it. But the opportunity there and then was far to great to pass up entirely.
"Jeff, I, can't help it. You're so cute! And so nice! I don't see how anyone can't, really like you!"
I had to concentrate on not crying, on trying to hold myself together. It was a difficult fight.
He said, "Yeah, right," in his cute, mocking way.
I laughed.
"That's just what I mean! The way you say things. That stuff. Just how you are, dude. It's all so fucking cute!"
My whole world seemed to turn on the conversation, and I had no clues as to how any of the outcomes could be good, nor what way, if any, I should try to direct it.
"Man, if I was gay, I'd so be so lucky if you liked me," he said, sitting back down on the bed.
"Man, if you was gay, I'd be so lucky if you liked me!"
"Al, I do. If I was, I would, ya know?"
His voice was strained, and obviously so. I felt awful to be the cause of that.
"But good thing I'm not or mom would kill me," he said suddenly and quickly.
I knew what he meant. If his mom found out that I was gay, we both knew she would no longer allow Jeff any contact with me. Jeff's just knowing and talking to a homosexual would mean that she would have him blessed and baptized again, immediately, to protect him from my evil influence.
"Yeah, good thing, I guess," I said, sitting not too near to him on my bed.
"Yeah. But, you know, just messing around isn't any big deal. Most guys do it by college, you know," he said, repeating one of my frequently quoted statistics.
We smiled at each other, laughing a bit.
"And most guys do it more than once in their lifetimes, with more than one other guy," I finished.
"It's just, mom can't find out! Anybody!"
The horrified expression on his face made his intense worry about that possibility quite clear.
"Forget your mom. And Todd. Everybody. It's just us, between us. Nobody else's business, like you said in the van earlier. Right?"
"And the guys don't care, even if they know, huh?"
His words echoed his words earlier in the van.
I realized then why Jeff had taken advantage of the situation. When his mom had offered the chance to stay over, he had taken it knowing he could do so and no one but my parents and I would know. And his brother, who was sure to never tell anyone. And Jon, and he was pretty good at secrets. Tom was sure to keep quiet about it, no doubts or worries there. So as far as the rest of the guys knew, Jeff and Todd had gone home first. That was why he had waited in my bedroom instead of coming back to the party. It was all too convenient. And Tom, Todd, and Jon had agreed to go along with it. And knew.
They all know that they all know; and that's a lot of them knowing, I thought.
"Wait. What happened to Todd until the party broke up?"
"He played Atari then called next door and Jon said he was back and Todd could come over. He's been next door since."
He yawned and then stretched; I wasn't surprised, as I knew he was rarely up so late. The movements made his package strain against his jeans a bit more and revealed his belly as his shirt rode up, drawing my eyes there momentarily. His slight treasure trail of fine, light blond hair was briefly visible as the shirt reached its zenith at his adorable navel before it slid back down.
I looked away quickly. I wanted to look more closely, like always, but I didn't want caught at that, not after breaching the gay subject with him so recently.
"Roll another joint?" Jeff asked, surprising me.
"Sure! You sure though? Remember the last time you got really stoned with me!"
"Yup!" Jeff said, doing his upward nod and tight-lipped grin.
I laughed and then rolled a joint. He played Dig-Dug and I about the times we had jacked each other off. I hadn't known that Jeff was built that special and wonderful way then. I had pulled his skin back too far and too hard inside his shorts. It had caused him some pain, and he had told me why. I didn't believe it at first, and in the dark and inside his shorts, I had never gotten to see it. Later, when we had jacked each other off again, it had been in the dark, but I had gotten a slightly better look since he had taken his shorts down that time. The third time we jacked each other off, we had taken our shorts down to our thighs, and I did get to see something of him in the light from the streetlight, but nothing clear or distinct.
Jeff's foreskin wasn't tight, but it had a small opening which didn't allow his entire head to poke out of it when hard. It would slip back, allowing almost half of his head outside, but never revealing any more than that.
I had dreamt, fantasized, and thought often of more than simply jacking each other off. In my own mind I had done everything to and with Jeff, but in reality it had been just three mutual masturbations.
I finished rolling and then lit the joint. As it burned, we laughed and talked. Eventually he asked why I wanted to do anything sexual with him.
I delayed by taking a long, slow hit from the joint. I knew why I wanted to touch him, but I didn't think it would be a good thing to tell him. I settled.
"Because you're . . . because you're cute."
I felt my face turn hot and I couldn't stop grinning. He snickered softly and turned red.
"Like there's anything cute about me."
"Oh, please! Tell me you don't know how great your hair is!"
"What's so great about my hair?"
"It's like, so smooth, and soft looking, and . . . like, all liquid gold."
I sighed. He passed the joint. It was nearly a roach, and I had to hold it between fingernails as I took a hit. I offered it back to him but he waved it off. After putting it on the tray on my desk I returned to sitting next to him.
The desire to touch his hair overcame me, and without considering it, I asked if I could. To my surprise, he scooted so that he was nearly against my side.
"Go ahead."
I didn't hesitate to put my fingers into that thick mass of dense, straight, blond hair. It was silky smooth, and didn't have a tangle in it. It flowed through my fingers just like liquid gold. I sighed deeply, and Jeff relaxed a bit onto me, resting his back against my shoulder, his head back, facing upward.
I brushed over and through his hair, waking the smell of his shampoo from it. I tingled inside, nearly shaking. I worked up the guts to slip my hand down the side of his head to his cheek. The skin was smooth and hot under my fingertips.
He smiled even wider as they passed over his lips. I let the back of my fingers caress up along the side of his jaw and back into his hair. I cupped his ear and traced down along his neck to his shoulder. He leaned away from me and turned toward me, his hand brushed my hair back from the side of my face, and his fingertips wandered around my face and neck for a time.
I was nearly on fire! Every touch of him sent waves of electrical pleasure through me. My groin felt tense and hot, and I grew hard, very hard. My guts shivered and my skin grew hot.
I wanted to kiss him so badly. I wanted even more.
"Al, I'd like to, you know, uh, can we touch more? I think I really like it," he said hesitantly without looking at my face.
His voice was soft and shaky, almost breathless. He looked back at me once he had spoken, and I could almost feel myself falling into his eyes.
There was something so very potent about his eyes. Looking into them always felt as if I were looking into the past, as if I were looking into a place I had been many times before, but was now somehow strange, or new, or different. Yet comforting, safe, familiar.
I wanted to do whatever he wanted, to make him happy. I was afraid of making him afraid of me, though. But he had asked.
"Like this stuff?" I asked, putting both hands around his face and brushing his hair back, then sliding my hands down the sides of his neck to his shoulders. I let my hands continue down his arms, tickling the hairs there, then back up them.
He drew in a slightly shuddering breath and nodded, smiling in a way I hadn't seen before. It was a happy smile, but not wide or curved up much. It was more a satisfied, or maybe a yearning smile. His eyes glittered like never before, drawing me into them again, despite their being only half open.
"I could stare at your eyes all night," I said before I realized that I had.
I didn't want to make him more uncomfortable. I knew he was willing to explore somewhat, but I also knew he couldn't want the full, emotional and sexual relationship I dreamt of.
"Yeah, sure. You just want in my pants," he laughed.
"I so do!" I said, surprising myself and making us laugh.
"Fine. Then will you stop loving me after?" he asked, like a teasing princess in a story of virtue.
We laughed so hard that we suddenly stopped, afraid of waking my parents.
"No, I won't. You'll always be something special to me," I said when I returned from closing my door. "Honest."
"Sweet talker," he said, touching my cheek with his fingertips again. "This touching is good. Tickles, feels nice, like, I don't know, like being somewhere safe."
"Jeff, when you're with me, you can't be more safe," I offered as I continued softly touching his face and hair.
"Makes me hard, too," he laughed.
Without thinking, I reached down and found his hardness. It was definitely at full attention. My own was roaring at full staff as well. I was very embarrassed that I had been so forward as to grope him so suddenly. I worried that I had shown him just how much of a raging homosexual I was. I suddenly worried that he was about to run.
"And, dude, I can't believe I'm going to ask this, but, um, can we do blow-jobs?"
Everything inside of me lower than my shoulders fell into my ass simultaneously, then shot right back into proper position, quivering there for long, queasy moments. My heart started pounding even harder than it had since we started touching each other.
"You really . . . ?" I asked, not knowing why, since I was sure that I wanted to give him one and didn't want to give him an opportunity to deny it or change his mind.
"Want to see what it's like, anyway. I mean, if you want to. I guess you do, I don't know. I think you have, with Tom."
I stunned!
"What? Why?"
"I think you and Tom do everything. Right?"
I was stunned yet again.
"Are we that obvious?"
"Nah, I don't think so. Just, I know you guys. And I been here when you guys stayed over and it was, well, like obvious you guys were, you know, more than just hands and stuff."
"Why? What was so obvious?"
"Dude. Vaseline by your bed? Tom doing that bee-jay move thing and you blushing? Tons of stuff."
"Great, everyone knows?"
"Probably," Jeff said with a laugh. "Nobody cares, for sure."
"They don't, do they?" I asked, remembering the conversation in the van and my thoughts as I had sat in the kitchen.
"Nope. I know I don't. Well, jealous some. I mean, I'd love to get a bee-jay! Supposed to be the best!" he said enthusiastically.
"Jeff! It so is. I'll show you!" I said enthusiastically. "But not right at first, okay? I want . . ." I didn't want to tell him what I really wanted, but he seemed to like the touching, so, "to show you more touching stuff first, okay?"
He nodded and smiled, and we were touching each other, and I was enjoying it a huge amount, but a sudden thought worried me.
"What?" Jeff asked, obviously able to read me.
"Um, one thing. Probably stupid, I know, but, well . . ."
"What?"
I was humiliated to even ask, and feared any possible answer, but I had to ask.
"You doing this just for my birthday?"
"No. Yes, sort of, because it's your birthday, but not just. I want to. And tonight, the snow, and mom calling to see if I could stay, and the guys at the party thinking I went home, it was too good to pass up, ya know?"
I did. I said as much. I still felt ridiculous, but Jeff pushed that away with his next statement.
"I've been trying to figure out how to for a while. You know, do more than, you know, just jack off."
"You have? Really? How long?"
The very idea had always seemed impossible to me. I had always thought I was lucky Jeff had allowed the jacking sessions. His wanting more, wanting a blow-job, had always been just fantasy. That he had been thinking about how to ask simply stunned me.
"I don't know. Like at Christmas break, when you changed out of your grandma's sweater and those funky slacks? I got so . . . man, just say I noticed, okay?"
I blushed heatedly and my heart fluttered. He had noticed after all, and he had liked what he saw! The idea that perhaps Tom was right about Jeff began to seem far less idiotic.
He's just like most guys, just curious. Don't go putting more into than it holds. That's all. He's curious, and wants to see what a blow-job is like. So show him! And see if he tries it out or not. That'll tell a lot, if he gives it too. And how, too. But shit, just be glad he doesn't hate you for being a fag! YES!
His face was slightly blushed, his lips a darker red than normal. I wanted very badly to kiss him, as badly as I'd ever wanted to kiss anyone at any time, including Toby. It bothered me that the desire was that strong, but I tucked it deep down and hid it from him, as I had become used to do doing with such feelings when I was with Tom.
"You, you really want to, you know . . . I mean, you don't have to or anything. It's just that . . ."
I had no idea what I had wanted to say as all traces of the thought I was trying to express was forced from my mind as Jeff reached out and pulled my shirt off over my head. I was motionless, silent, shocked. Then he was undoing my jeans and then helping me off with them. He left my white briefs on, and it was obvious that I was very excited; there was already a dark, wet spot. After he dropped my jeans on the floor, I leaned over and did the same for him with hands that nearly shook as much as the rest of my body.
Fuck! Can this be? Is this going to happen? Why does my body feel like I'm being electrocuted? It's kind of hard to breathe! Fuck! I'm unfastening Jeff's pants! I'm unzipping his zipper! I can feel the body heat coming out! He's leaned back so I can do this easy! I'm taking his pants off!
I felt as if I could fly as I pulled his jeans down his legs. As he bent and moved his legs to get them out of his jeans, I could see the area between his legs, barely hidden by his white briefs. My cock jumped in my shorts, and I knew that I had just increased the size of the wet spot considerably. Once his jeans were on the floor, I marveled at the size of his cock even inside his briefs. It poked up at the waistband, pushing it out of a straight line.
I reached out and my left hand cupped and massaged his package. He got the idea and let me play. There was a warm, wet spot, large and nearly soaking wet. The heft and hardness of his cock was impressive. I compared it to Toby's, and Jeff's was easily thicker, and at least as long, if not a shade longer. Jeff's head was more pronounced than Toby's, I already knew, even though his skin never rolled back to expose it fully.
Jeff groaned and his cock swelled and jerked as I played with it, running my fingers up and down it's length and scratching at it through his briefs. Jeff rolled me onto my back and copied my actions. He was quite good at it. His hands roamed and did things that felt great. He played with my nipples briefly, more examining them than trying to give me pleasure there. His hands roamed over me from head to legs, nearly every inch of me; it felt wonderful!
When his face was near my waist as his hands played with my cock and balls through my briefs, he asked, "Al, do you just put it in your mouth and suck on it?"
"Well, yeah, but not just that. You kind of use your tongue to rub and tickle it, especially the tip and hole and around the edges. And you use your lips to rub up and down on it. And you suck soft, then hard, then real soft, then real hard, or barely, or something. Keep changing. And you stroke it, too. Just don't hold still and suck. That feels okay, but-"
That was as far as I got before Jeff pulled the waistband of my briefs down and slipped his mouth over my cock. At first I wasn't sure, because his head blocked a direct view of what he was doing, but I knew the feeling of warm wetness on my cock. Then he started sucking. Then he started licking with his tongue. His lips tightened after he slurped in some air when he moved, then his suction increased. Soon he was sliding up and down my cock as I lay immobile, nearly in shock. My entire body felt like stretching out to ten feet tall from the intense pleasure of Jeff sucking my cock. It was like a dream come true!
His, Jeff's, HIS warm, wet mouth is sliding over my cock! Jeff's tongue is licking it, tickling the head and edges right. Jeff's lips are against my cock, slipping over my skin! That's him on me!
It was surely his first time, but he did a great job of it. He changed suction and friction, speed and deepness, everything. His hand stroked me sometimes, squeezed it other times, and played with my balls occasionally. I could almost feel some electrical or mystical connection to Jeff, directly through the contact of his mouth on my cock.
I couldn't believe it was happening. Jeff was sucking me! And he was doing a class job of it! His blond hair moved up and down over my navel, tickling my stomach until he turned onto his elbows and knees. Then I could watch his profile bob up and down on me and look back to the magnificent side profile of his ass. It was fantastic! I could see Jeff's cute face, full of my cock, and I watched his mouth and cheek expand and contract around me.
When he looked up the first time and saw me smiling down at him, he looked a bit embarrassed. That seemed to pass, though, and the next time he looked up he smiled around my cock. Soon I was moaning his name, holding his hair, and humping his mouth.
The tingle deep below began, and was even stronger than usual, as this was Jeff! The beautiful Jeff was sucking me off! Thrills ran through me. My skin seemed too small for me; it felt as if it needed to stretch everywhere over me. My back arched and contracted out of my control as Jeff worked on me.
I warned him I was getting close to cuming, so he sat up and jacked me off the rest of the way. His hand moved slowly up and down my cock, my own thrusts of my hips providing nearly as much movement as his hand.
Soon I arched upward, grunting, as my cum shot, landing on my neck just under my chin. I felt the energy being drained from me, turned into the rapidly cooling heat of my cum on my skin. All my body was concentrated on the moment as Jeff brought me to orgasm. The second pulse of cum landed between my nipples and occurred just as I pushed forward. Jeff pulled the skin of my cock down tightly, holding it as I pulled back and thrust again. The next pulsations of my prostate and cock seemed even more powerful, and left a long trail of cum down to my bush. I gasped, trying not to call out his name at full volume, or praising him, or declaring my love for him. He held the skin on my cock back tightly, hardly moving, and the pressure only seemed to increase. The next expulsion reached my neck again, a thick, heavy streamer that landed with an audible slap. I shivered all over, and another contraction forced another large streamer of cum that stretched from between my nipples to nearly my navel. I gasped again, having to breathe, and having to prevent myself from crying out his name. I couldn't believe the power and intensity of it. I pushed up more and held as another large glob of cum seemed to stretch my urethra beyond its limit. He pumped his hand suddenly, in a small, short movement, barely moving the skin over my hard core. It was incredible, easily the best orgasm that any hand had ever given me. He pulled the skin of my cock back firmly and held it, and another streamer sailed out, twirling in the air to land half above and half under my navel. I gasped again, a groan following as slow gushes of warm, sticky fluid continued running out of my hole and onto Jeff's fingers. My cock swelled and pulsed, and Jeff squeezed and slid his hand up and back down once with each. I kept cumming, but nothing was coming out but a slow dribble of nearly clear fluid. I gasped and shook violently when his hand jacked once again, the slippery coating of cum making loud noises. I had to pull his hand away. I collapsed onto the bed, breathing rapidly and feeling utterly spent and entirely magnificent.
He smiled at me and laid down along side of me, rubbing his slick, sticky hand over my sack, groping my balls, smearing my cum around there.
"I think I did pretty well, huh?"
"Jeff, dude! You did fucking great! That was like the best!" I said honestly enough that he didn't seem to doubt it.
Jeff sucking and jacking me off had been one of the hottest things I had yet done! My body still tingled from it, and my breath was still fast. I still felt as if I floated above the bed.
I suddenly felt Jeff's cock, still in his briefs, up against the side of my thigh. I gently and slowly rolled him over, wanting to kiss him deeply first. I didn't, I knew he wasn't into that, so I kissed his chest and moved downward.
My left hand cupped his balls, holding them gently as I kissed my way down him. His breathing was rapid, and I could feel his heartbeat when my lips touched his chest. As I kissed down his tummy, it shook with his pulse and his ragged breaths. As I neared his briefs, kissing the sparse hair of his treasure trail, he moaned weakly, like a small kitten. As I slid the fingers of my right hand under the waistband, he shivered. I slowly pushed his briefs down. I kissed the head of his cock, then backed up to watch as my hand slid his briefs down his thighs. I pulled them off and tossed them down beside the bed, never looking away from Jeff's stuff.
I had dreamt and fantasized of that moment many times. I had a full, lit view of Jeff's cock and balls, his bush and his thighs. I sighed at it, seeing just how close I had come in my imagination.
His cock was longer than Toby's, I was sure. It stuck almost straight upward toward the ceiling. It was thicker, too, without doubt. It was rougher than Toby's, too, but not as veiny or rough as Tom's much smaller one. Jeff's head, even though hidden by the tight foreskin that would not roll back to reveal all of it, was visibly wider than his shaft; the edges of it were clearly visible under the tight foreskin. The very tip, where the foreskin didn't cover it, was dark red and wet. And it was just so amazingly thick!
His balls were more than average and were held fairly tightly in his sack. I had imagined a larger, more generous sack, but his smaller, tidier package was welcomed and very nice. The skin was nearly the same color as the rest of his fair complexion, and the light hairs on it made it seem even lighter, almost angelic.
His hair on his tummy became a wide treasure trail, but a faint one. It met with his pubic hairs and became a part of it smoothly. His round, cute navel sat on his smooth belly like a candy treat that my tongue could barely resist.
My eyes drifted up to his nipples and then his adorable face. He met my eyes shyly, as did I. I admired his features, and wondered how he could put up with my own. I smiled and let my eyes wander back down him.
Back at his groin, I grabbed hold of his cock near the base and pulled the skin forward. A large drop of pre-cum appeared at his hole. I slid the skin up as far as it would go, licked the clear drop away, then slid my tongue into the loose skin and around the head where I could.
Jeff shivered and shook, inhaling through his teeth before exhaling the words, "Oh my gawd!"
I felt his entire cock pulsing slowly. That was wonderful! I loved how it was large and thick. Its proportions were impressive. I knew as he grew older yet it would measure over seven inches. I knew that neither of us were done growing, and that at seventeen, Jeff was fairly done, but not completely. It was easily over six inches and had more to go. The thickness was amazing.
I wondered at his foreskin. I had never seen one that did not roll back. I had seen plenty in magazines on which the foreskin remained over the head, but they always pulled it back. Jeff's would not do that. The furthest it went back was about half of the way to the ridges of his head. Pulling it further back was clearly uncomfortable for him, painful if done quickly or forcefully. The skin was fairly thick, but thinned to nearly nothing when pulled back tightly. His hole in his head was longer than wide, fairly large at that.
I held his skin back gently, exposing as much of his massive head as I could, then licked around in a circle, following the edge where his foreskin ended. This meant that his head was being circled constantly, and his spasms of pleasure were a pleasure to me. He seemed to endlessly drool pre-cum, which I was willing to keep cleaned up.
I doubted he had ever felt anything inside his skin or on the tender edges of his head, and certainly never had a tongue go in there, so I pulled his skin up and squirmed my tongue through the opening and onto his head. I licked and explored, finding I could lick under his head at the sensitive spot, making him shiver and shake and his cock throb heavily.
He sat up and pulled me from him, saying, "No! Too much!"
I told him okay and went back to licking his head while slowly rolling his skin up and down his shaft. I pulled his skin forward again and formed a seal, sucking on his cock, but indirectly. Jeff went rigid from feet to neck.
I wanted to slide my mouth over it, but it was so thick that I had to open my mouth as far as possible just to get his head between my lips. His huge head was more like a gag as it filled the gap between my teeth.
I still hadn't applied a bit of suction directly. I was looking forward to that first drawing sensation, and how he would react to it, when he groaned something I didn't catch, then shivered and exploded into my mouth.
My mouth was suddenly full of Jeff's warm, sticky, thick cum. And more kept coming. Jeff sat up as the first ejaculation happened, clamping my head in place. Then he tried to pull me off his cock. I wasn't having any of that, and held on tightly. He was groaning deeply in his chest and shivering violently. The pulsations running through his cock were the most extreme I had felt in anyone. I sucked a bit by accident, or habit, and Jeff thrust his hips upward and curled up over me as he released the second wave, forcing his cock all the way between my lips and teeth.
Suddenly, Jeff pushed again and slid his head all the way into my mouth as it swelled and bucked and shot more cum. Jeff's cock pumped again, and more warm cum slid over my tongue. The smell and the taste of Jeff's cum as it rolled over my tongue was incredible! Then Jeff's cock swelled in my mouth again. I felt more of his cum wash over my tongue, and I swallowed.
I sucked. Jeff bucked and tried to pull out of my mouth. I locked my arms around his hips and pulled him tight to me.
Jeff was now fighting to get me off of him. I stopped sucking and only let my tongue rest against the underside of his cock. He seemed content with that, and I released my death-grip around his hips. I slowly let his cock withdraw from my mouth as I backed off him. I cleaned it with my tongue and lips as it withdrew without sucking it.
"Oh holy shit!" Jeff kept repeating.
His entire body shivered strongly, and I could hear those shivers in his breath and his words. I felt wonderful that I was making him feel so good.
I laid down next to him and put a hand on his chest, which was heaving with his breaths.
"That was fucking fantastic! I never knew it could feel anything like that!"
"It's amazing, huh?"
"Fucking-a is it!"
I smiled.
"You think it'll work again soon?"
He tisked that way I liked so much, furrowed his brow, and said, "You're a sex maniac!"
His braces were visible between his plush, red lips as he finished the sentence, and they stayed so as he smiled uncontrollably.
"I know," I said, looking into his pale, smooth face and his intense blue eyes.
He was even more gorgeous, laying there, sweaty and smelling of sex. His darkened lips seemed even more prominent and luscious than usual. Some of his hair was dark with sweat and stuck down at his temples. His constant grin was adorable.
I wanted to hold him, cuddle him, kiss him.
Well, it wasn't the kissing, cuddling kind of sex I wanted with him, but still something, I thought. Almost-sex with the most gorgeous guy I know, and for who I feel so much. And for so long! Finally!