By Bacteriaburger
Chapter 5
The majority of
For what it meant to us, however, they may
as well have not even existed. Oh, we
went to a few parties here and there, and we knew our neighbors well enough,
but we were having so much fun messing around with each other that the outside
world seemed secondary.
Darrin
didn’t waste any time holding me to the promise I’d made after that night. The next day was hot and muggy. I was watching TV in front of the fan, and
Darrin had just returned from his phys ed class. His hair was sweaty. He had on a sleeveless black shirt, and his
underarm hair glistened when he reached up to push his hair back.
When he sat down beside me I saw his fat
dick flop about in a pair of mesh basketball shorts. I could smell him and feel the heat coming
off of his body, as I packed up a bong and handed it to him.
“How was
your class?”
“Stupid,” he said, taking the bong and
ripping a monster hit. “Shit,” he said,
blowing out. “I could really use a blowjob right now.” I took the bong from him.
“Alright.”
“Are you
sure?” he asked. “It’s no big deal if
you don’t feel like it,” he said, and he stuck his hand down the front of his
shorts and started rolling his fat tube along his leg.
“I feel
like it.” I reached over and put my hand
under his. I felt his dick underneath
his shorts, felt it start to fatten up.
Darrin let his head fall back against the couch and closed his eyes. I got down in between his legs and slid his
shorts off. He wasn’t wearing any
underwear. I first exposed his black
bush, then the base of his hot tool. It
hung heavily over his balls. Once
exposed to the air, it started to thicken further and rise up. I hefted it in my hand. I couldn’t believe the weight of the
thing. His balls, sticky and sweaty from
the humidity, stuck to his cock as I peeled it up. Blood seemed to be pouring into it, until it
was as hard as it was going to get. I
leaned down and milked the head between my sweaty lips. He tasted salty and sweet.
“Mmmm,” Darrin moaned, peeling off his shirt.
Any self-consciousness I had the first
time I sucked a cock was well done away by now.
I was rock-hard at the suggestion of Darrin letting me suck his dick,
and the weird thing was, I didn’t really care if he reciprocated. I just wanted a chance to engage that
gorgeous dick of his, which had begun to take on mythical proportions in my
mind.
Darrin
kept a steady hand on the back of my head, urging me on as I chugged his pole
in and out of my throat. My mouth would
stretch around the base, my nose pressed in to his musky nest of pubic
hair. Then I’d back my throat off and
slide it all the way back, my muffled moans making my appreciation known. Darrin was just as vocal. We really had each other going pretty
good. I cupped his sweaty nuts in my
hand, my fingers even ventured to the space underneath him, pressing gently at
the firmness there under the skin.
The
smells coming off of his body were intense.
Drops of sweat fell from my hair and forehead, mingling with the rivulets
of sweat streaming down his chest and stomach.
I glided my hand along his slick flesh, feeling his hairy chest and
tweaking his fat nipples. His balls
pressed against my chin. I furiously
worked my tongue across the underside of shaft, pressing firmly against the
hard knot underneath his nuts.
“Fuck
dude, here it comes,” he said, and his perineum pulsed, throwing a thick rope
of cum against the back of my throat. I
swallowed it down. He held my head down,
bucking his hips into me. “Ah! Ah! Oh
fuck!” he was crying, so loudly I was sure the girls upstairs could hear. My mouth filled up with more and more of his
seed, all of which I drank easily, savoring the taste and texture.
When he
was done I cleaned the last drops of cum off of his shaft and balls. I stood up.
My cock was resting like a steel pipe along my leg, pressing against my
shorts. Darrin raised his head, a
lolling, satisfied smile pasted across his face. He glanced down at the profile of my erection
beneath my shorts. He looked up.
“Want me
to do you now?”
A lot of
kids go home for Labor Day weekend, but Darrin and I stayed. It was like a ghost town, nobody was
around. Luckily I’d talked McConnell
into buying us a case of beer. We sat
out on our back porch Saturday night, and had our own private party.
I hadn’t
really gotten a chance to hang out with McConnell ever since he’d basically
admitted to me that he liked to get it on with guys. I’d thought about talking to him about what
my friends and I had gotten into, but the time never seemed right.
Darrin
had just brought us out a fresh round of beer, when McConnell said he had to
head out later to a party at the house of these sucky
people I hated.
“Well I’d just as soon stay here, but
there’s this red-headed chick, you see—
“What
about you two? You guys gettin laid much?”
He sucked back his beer bottle. I
said ‘no’ quickly, and looked over at Darrin.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“Alright,”
McConnell said, smiling. I think he
definitely knew what was going on. He
finished up his beer and stood up. “Well
I guess I best let you two boys alone,” he said, slapping me on the back and
nodding at Darrin. “Ya’ll have a good
night.”
Another
beer on our own and the awkwardness passed.
Darrin attempted to roll a joint, having a harder time than usual
because we were pretty drunk. He had
balanced a bottle of beer on the arm of his plastic chair, but when he went to
hand me the joint he knocked it over and it landed in his lap.
“Shit,”
he said. The beer had pooled in the
crotch of his shorts, and he stood up to try and wipe it off of him, but most
of it had soaked through.
“Just
take them off,” I suggested. Darrin
looked around. Nobody was out. He slid off his shorts and underwear and sat
back down, naked. In the yellow light of
the bulb that hung over the porch, I could see drops of beer in his pubes. He smirked at me, knowing I was enjoying the
view, then spread his legs a little. His fat cock hung heavy between his hairy
thighs.
“I just
figured I’d get my dick drunk,” Darrin said, puffing on the joint.
“Let me
clean you off,” I said.
“Be my
guest.” I got down and started licking
the beer off of his thighs. I moved in
closer to his crotch, enjoying the taste of his beer-soaked skin. I darted my tongue against his balls and
started licking them, lapping them up in my mouth and rolling them around on my
tongue. The beer made them taste extra
good. It was a chocolate/peanut butter
kind of thing—two great tastes that taste great
together.
I licked
all of the beer out of his pubes and then I started cleaning his shaft. I started licking the top side of his meat,
running my tongue from his cock head, up his shaft, to his pubes. Then, as he got harder and his cock lifted
up, I started licking the underside, from his balls, up his shaft, to the
head. By now he was rock-hard. I took the fat head between my lips and
suckled it, just to make sure I had him totally clean.
Then
I grabbed my beer from the table, and poured some more over his cock. It ran down his legs and pooled under his
ass. He was startled, but I got right
down and started licking the underside of his balls, lapping up the beer and
cupping my tongue all along his shaft to taste more. I ended up pouring some more on him after
that. Eventually I think he came to like
it. He was buzzed, toking a joint and working on a beer bottle,
bare-assed in the night air, sitting in a pool of beer.
I went
down on him with a mouthful of beer, letting it run down his balls and
legs. It was fizzy and meaty. I was drunk on dick and beer, but I sucked
him intensely, keeping a firm grip on his dick, stroking it as I curled my lips
around his shaft and slurped it in and out of my mouth.
His dick
exploded, sending his burning hot jism right on my
tongue. I washed it down with some cool
beer, and took the joint from his fingers.
Darrin
didn’t always take care of me, afterwards.
Sometimes he would beat me off, or else I’d jack myself off while I was
sucking him. But that night he was so
drunk and horny that he took me into his bedroom, laid
down on his bed and had me fuck his face.
It was
totally hot to see my cock ramming into his sweet lips. He had a really thick goatee at the time, and
I loved the way his lips and mouth curled around my boner, tight like a hairy
pussy. I let loose without even asking
and he gulped it all down, shooting his own load across my back as he did
it.
True to
my word, I would suck off Darrin absolutely anywhere he wanted. Before class, after class; it didn't
matter. Tuesdays, when we each had a
class at the same time, we’d sometimes meet in the bathroom and I’d suck him
off in a stall. There was other shit
going on in that bathroom, too, but we didn’t pay it any attention. We were doing our own thing.
We
were doing our own thing so much to the exclusion of almost everything
else. Like I said, we kind of became
hermits, or the only members of some weird dick-sucking cult. It wasn’t that serious, but we weren’t making
any friends, and as the semester went on and the weather got colder, I started
to feel a little cut off. We began to
get on each other’s nerves. In
retrospect, I guess the honeymoon had to end eventually.