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It was the beginning of Summer Vacation from our first year of middle school and my best friend, and neighbour, Clark, and I were hanging out in the clubhouse we had just finished framing up in the woods behind his house, when his father, John, payed us a visit. We hadn't heard him coming up the trail, so it was a mad dash to put our shorts back on when we heard a knock at the door. Thankfully we had thrown the door's latch and had the window shutters closed, or we would have been caught right then and there. As it was, John, still gave us an inquiring look since we were standing there in our underwear, barefooted, sweaty and shirtless, after opening the door and letting him in..
"Hay guys. Um, I just wanted to check the place out. You know. See how it's been coming along? How safe it is? Oh, and bring y'all some supplies. Wow! This is way more than I expected. Great Job, Boys! Jack, your father would've been proud. Shit, this totally puts the clubhouse my friend and I made, when we were y'all's age to shame! Damn! You even made a bed frame? So, I take it you're planning plenty of sl eepovers in the future?" he said after putting his backpack on the floor.
"We'll have to get a mattress first." Clark laughed. "Until then it's the floor and sl eeping bags or the folding lounge chairs."
"Well, I must say that I'm impressed,but a word of advice, you may want to open the shutters,and air this place out. You've got screens on the windows, nice touch by the way, but it smells a bit "Musky" in here." He gave us another strange look. It was almost like he knew what we had been doing! "But I guess that's what ya get from working so hard. I don't blame ya for being dressed only in your shorts. Hell, if it was Me, I'd probably be working naked!" John chuckled.
Clark gave me a sideways look, and got a big grin on his face when I said, "Don't think we didn't have the same idea! But imagine what someone would think if they saw us like That?"
"And Who's gonna see ya? Hell, Boys! It's a half mile walk through the woods, and except for me and your mother, Jack, I doubt anyone even knows this place exists. It's perfect for running around naked! Just remember to check each other for ticks!" John's bellowing laugh exploded against the walls like thunder. "Well, Gotta go. See y'all in a few hours for dinner."
Clark and I watched as John turned to leave then stop and take his shirt off. We could hear him whistling as he made his way back down the trail. And before his whistling faded in the distance, Clark and I Were naked and rummaging through the backpack.
"Damn, Jack! Look at all this stuff!" Clark said looking over his shoulder at me.
"I would, but right now I'm too busy looking at something even better." I giggled as I stared at his bare ass.
"Well, look at You! I swear, Jack, that cock of yours gets bigger every time I see it!" he said, then reached back and grabbed me by the balls, pulling me closer. After lcking his lips he leaned forward and kissed the tip of my hard-on. "Dad, was right, it does smell "Musky" in here. You need a bath." He crinkled his nose, gave my cockhead another quick kiss then turned back around and continued unpacking the supplies.
"Your a Tease." I told him and started lininging the canned goods along the wall.
"Fuck right, I am!" he exclaimed "and don't forget it, Ya Perv."
It took almost a week for Clark and I to put the finishing touches on our hideaway. We built a pantry cabinet for our drinks and canned goods, put a metal latch and padlock on the door, brought my dad's old Coleman camping stove, some pots and pans my mom was going to donate to the Church Bazaar, two lanterns, a dry sink and folding table we found, and cut a fifty foot trail through the underbrush behind the place, where we set up a camping potty chair.
That friday evening, John paid us another visit. and once again he came bearing gifts. We weren't caught by surprise that time because we could hear his cussing as he came up the trail. He reminded me of a skinny,balding Santa,with his backpack bulging, and pulling Clark's red plastic toboggan filled with boxes behind him.
Out of breath and wheezing, John leaned against the doorway and marveled at what we had done. "Well, bugger me." he panted. "My God, Boys, this is fucking amazing! This isn't a Clubhouse. You've built a proper Cabin!"
Clark and I stood there smiling from ear to ear at the praise.
"Um... a little help here?" he said as he tried taking the backpack off.
"Sure! No problem!" I said and dropped the pillow I was holding on the table and went to lend a hand, as Clark pulled the toboggan all the way inside.
Clark and I spent the next half hour unpacking and organizeding the MRI's, more canned goods and dry drink mix packets in our new pantry as John sat in one of the folding lounge chairs, resting.
"God Damn, that shit was heavy! Oh, by the way,I got y'all something you're really gonna need." John said, pointing to the big box. "This is my old water bed liner. It'll keep any splinters from poking holes in that."
Clark went over and began tearing at the brown paper that wrapped one of the other boxes.
"Holy Shit! Jack! It's a friggin' Air Mattress and foot pump!" Clark shouted.
John stood up, and was almost knocked back down as Clark and I ran over and gave him a big hug.
"That's not all. There's a First Aid kit, flare gun and three flares, a small fire extinguisher, that I hope you'll never need and a hatchet in that box over there, and in the other one there's towels,curtains, which your Mother insisted I bring, Jack, a transistor radio, a package of batteries, deck of cards and a jar of Vaseline."
"Vaseline?" I asked.
"Yup. If either of you do get a tick stuck on you, just put a blob on your finger tip and smear it all over the damned thing. The tick can't breath so it lets go! Plus, that shit makes a great lubricant." he began to blush "That didn't sound right,did it. But you know what I mean. Hay, we'd better get you back home, Jack. I tried talking her into it, but your mom said you boys can sle ep out here Tomorrow night. I think you have a "safety lecture" in store coming your way."
He was right,too.
It was about an hour before dawn, when I tapped on Clark's bedroom window with my flash light.
"Not so loud, Dumb Fuck! If Dad wakes up, he'll want to come along. You know he's been bored as shit since Mom split! Give me five minutes. I'll meet you in the backyard behind the shed."
And with that said, Chapter Two of our Summer Vacation's adventure began.
We were about halfway to our clubhouse when my flashlight caught the outline of something just off the trail's edge. It was a big brown paper bag. Walking over to it, Clark bent down and picked it up.
"Holy Shit! Jack! Look!" he exclaimed and pulled out a Hustler magazine. "There must be at least a dozen of 'em in here!"
He slipped the magazine back inside the bag and our walk quickly became a foot race between the two us to see who could make it down the rest of the trail first. It was a tie.
I unlocked the padlock and before I could even light one of the lanterns, Clark had dumped the bag's contents onto the table.
"I wonder who's these were?" he asked while looking for a mailing address label. "Fuck. He must have bought them at a store somewhere."
"More importantly," I countered "I wonder if they know about this place." I said and went to the pantry to get us each a soda before we began sorting through the mags.
Clark was thumbing through the first copy of Hustler he found when I tapped him on his shoulder.
"Check this out." I said while shaking a small, eight by five inch black and white sixty four page pamphlet at him. "It's nothing but guys!" and showed him the cover. It was a picture of some dude with a cock in his open mouth and cum all over his face! On each page that followed, there was a photo of men having sex. No words. Just Pure Hardcore Man Sex! Most of the men were in their twenties or middle aged, and they all had average sized dicks, but the last twelve pages were something totally different. The men were all well into their fifties and sixties, with really long and fat cocks fucking a guys around our age and younger. Some that were, Way Younger!
I looked over at Clark and reached over to rub the outline of his pecker under his jeans. Without a word,Clark ran over and latched the door then checked to make sure all the shutters were locked as well.
We had mounted the shutters on the inside, just for that reason. We wanted our privacy!
The next thing I knew, Clark was totally naked and standing next to me. "Hurry Up! Here, I'll help." he half-panting.
I just stood there and let him do the whole thing. My boner popped out of my shorts and slapped him in the face, and without any hesitation or encouragement, Clark began stroking my shaft with his right hand as he sucked on my cockhead and fondled my balls with his left.
"Oh, Fuck" I moaned and backed away from him. "You gotta stop, or I'm gonna blow my load."
"That's o.k.. Do it! Just not in my mouth."
"Nuh, Ugh! We have to make this last all day. Besides, what if your dad shows up? It's almost nine! Get dressed and let's stash these somewhere. Just in case."
"Who's the Tease now?" Clark pouted as he grudgingly pulled his underwear back on, but that was all.
We spent the day doing chores like getting firewood for our campfire and hauling buckets of water, fishing, swimming in the creek, exploring the game trails and anything else we could think of, just to stop ourselves from going back and digging out the porno mags. Finally, about an hour after sunset we went down to the creek and took our bath. The temptation to suck and jerk each other off was almost too much to bear. But we managed.
Back in the clubhouse, laying naked on a rug, pressing up against each other, we began taking inventory of the magazine covers. There was two Hustlers, those went into the "Keep Pile", one Playboy and a Penthouse, which we quickly thumbed through and decided they made better fire starter than jerk-off material, two Chic and a Oui "Keeper" and a half dozen of the 8x5 inch, black and white "Man On Man" Fuck Books.
If we thought the first one was Hot, that was nothing compared to the others.
And then we found the two 8.5 x 11 inch "Male on Male" mags. We had almost thrown those out because the covers had been torn off and the first four pages were nothing but text in some foreign language but Clark opened one up to the centerfold and our young world was turned upside down right then and there forever!
There it was... a full colour... glossy photo of a dark haired,naked dude that could have been one of our classmates. He was squatting down, legs spread showing off his small hard hairless dick and nuts. His eyes were tightly shut, his hands were wrapped around the shaft of a stallion's turgid cock,pressing the flaring cockhead to his open mouth as cum shot from his nostrils and the sides of his mouth.
"Holy FUCK! I Want to Do That!" Clark shouted, reached over and sla pped my ass. He looked me in the eyes, winked, smiled and said "I Know You Want To Do That! Don't cha?" then he quickly turned the page.
That was a photo of a different dude, about the same age, maybe a little younger, with his eyes wide open and smiling as he took a cumshot to the chest from another stallion. You could clearly see the cum splashing in all directions, running down his pudgy stomach and dripping off his tiny uncircumsized nub of a penis!
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh My God! Jacky! Stand up and let me suck your cock!" he was laying there, grinding his crotch into the carpet and gripping my shoulder. "Please? I Gotta Suck IT!"
We had only sucked each others cocks, maybe a dozen times?, since we both hit puberty in the middle of last year, and I had never cum in his mouth, or he mine. For some reason,Clark prefered to jerk off and see how far he could shoot it instead of cuming in my mouth or giving me a facial, no matter how many times I asked him to, but he did love it when I'd pull his foreskin over the head of my cock, press our piss slits together and blow my load.
"You want me to cum in your mouth?" I asked.
Clark knelt there looking down at me. His cock was so hard, the tip of it was sticking out of the foreskin. I'd never seen it do that before. Normally I had to peel it back to see his mushroom.
"Please. I, I'm ready now. I wasn't before, but now I am." he whispered.
I rolled over to face him, reached out with the fingers of my right hand and slowly slid them down, fully exposing the head of his cock. Leaning forward I gently blew on it and dipped the tip of my left forefinger into the clear drop of pre-cum that was leaking out. Then, quite deliberately, I stared up at him, stuck out my tongue and licked the cleft just under it's tip. I was rewarded by watching his nipples instantly get hard as his entire body broke out in goosebumps.
"O.k., I'll let you suck me off, but remember. We have a deal. I cum in yours. YOU cum in mine." I said it in my deepest voice.
"Can we turn the flashlights off?" he asked.
"No Fucking Way!" I scolded him and stood up, brushing our cocks together. "I want to see the look on your face. When we do it!"
Clark must have been practising on a carrot or something, because I didn't think you could learn how to do what he did just by looking at porno mags. At least I knew that was what I had been doing. I'd spent hours practising on carrots, cucumbers, zucchinis, even pop bottles, dreaming about the day He would Cum In My Mouth!
It seemed like it took almost no time, but when I got that old familiar feeling, I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock. I couldn't believe I had lasted almost ten minutes!
"Oh, shit. Clark. Clark, I'm close. Fuck!" I ejaculated, both verbally and literally!
He had formed a seal with his lips about two inches down my cock shaft, and quickly bobbed his head up and down while continuing to suck me off. And after I pumped out the last of my cum out, the little shit continued sucking and swirling his tongue around my cock head until I for ced him off.
In an instant, Clark was on his feet grabbing the sides of my head, pulling me to him and kissing me. I could feel and taste my own cum in my mouth as we stood there pressed together, french kissing. I could also feel his hot, hard cock smashing against my lower stomach and the wetness of his pre-cum.
Dropping to my knees, I grabbed his ass cheek with my left hand and his balls in my right, gently tugging down on his sack. He let out a little whimper and I let go, looking up to see if he was in pain. He wasn't, but when I tried to do it again, his nut-sack was sucked up and tight as a drum.
I began by first sucking on what little foreskin there was, but the next thing I knew his cockhead was fully exposed and all six inches of his dick was buried in my mouth. I could feel it pressing into the back of my throat! It took a few tries but I was finally able to go all the way down on him without gagging.
It took less than three minutes. I know because I timed it. Yea, yea, I know it was an Asshole thing to do, but I was Curious. So, sue me.
HIs cum literally felt like it was exploding in my mouth, and against the back of my throat, catching me off guard. The fucker didn't even give me a warning!
"S-sorry, Jack. I couldn't help it. I, I Tried to hold it in. I promise. Really I did!" He was actually crying! "Don't hate me! Please?"
I leaned back on my heels, pulled his still hard cock out of my mouth and smiled up at him. "Shut up, Stupid. I've been asking for it for how long now?" And with that said, I stuffed his cock back into my mouth and taught him a lesson. Not only did I suck every last drop of cum out of him. I worked that wonderful Tube Steak of his till it was limp and he was laying back on the floor, begging me to stop.
The next thing either of us were conscious of, was a shaft of sunlight coming through a knothole in one of the shutters. Amazingly enough, we both had hard-ons again. I laid next to him, rubbing my cock on his thigh, and had just reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock when the sunlight was blocked out and someone began knocking on the door.
"Boys! Wakey, Wakey! Hands Off Snakey!" John's voice rang out, overpowering Clark's hushed moans.
"Oh, FUCK!" We both said at the same time.
End Part One
"Hay guys. Um, I just wanted to check the place out. You know. See how it's been coming along? How safe it is? Oh, and bring y'all some supplies. Wow! This is way more than I expected. Great Job, Boys! Jack, your father would've been proud. Shit, this totally puts the clubhouse my friend and I made, when we were y'all's age to shame! Damn! You even made a bed frame? So, I take it you're planning plenty of sl eepovers in the future?" he said after putting his backpack on the floor.
"We'll have to get a mattress first." Clark laughed. "Until then it's the floor and sl eeping bags or the folding lounge chairs."
"Well, I must say that I'm impressed,but a word of advice, you may want to open the shutters,and air this place out. You've got screens on the windows, nice touch by the way, but it smells a bit "Musky" in here." He gave us another strange look. It was almost like he knew what we had been doing! "But I guess that's what ya get from working so hard. I don't blame ya for being dressed only in your shorts. Hell, if it was Me, I'd probably be working naked!" John chuckled.
Clark gave me a sideways look, and got a big grin on his face when I said, "Don't think we didn't have the same idea! But imagine what someone would think if they saw us like That?"
"And Who's gonna see ya? Hell, Boys! It's a half mile walk through the woods, and except for me and your mother, Jack, I doubt anyone even knows this place exists. It's perfect for running around naked! Just remember to check each other for ticks!" John's bellowing laugh exploded against the walls like thunder. "Well, Gotta go. See y'all in a few hours for dinner."
Clark and I watched as John turned to leave then stop and take his shirt off. We could hear him whistling as he made his way back down the trail. And before his whistling faded in the distance, Clark and I Were naked and rummaging through the backpack.
"Damn, Jack! Look at all this stuff!" Clark said looking over his shoulder at me.
"I would, but right now I'm too busy looking at something even better." I giggled as I stared at his bare ass.
"Well, look at You! I swear, Jack, that cock of yours gets bigger every time I see it!" he said, then reached back and grabbed me by the balls, pulling me closer. After lcking his lips he leaned forward and kissed the tip of my hard-on. "Dad, was right, it does smell "Musky" in here. You need a bath." He crinkled his nose, gave my cockhead another quick kiss then turned back around and continued unpacking the supplies.
"Your a Tease." I told him and started lininging the canned goods along the wall.
"Fuck right, I am!" he exclaimed "and don't forget it, Ya Perv."
It took almost a week for Clark and I to put the finishing touches on our hideaway. We built a pantry cabinet for our drinks and canned goods, put a metal latch and padlock on the door, brought my dad's old Coleman camping stove, some pots and pans my mom was going to donate to the Church Bazaar, two lanterns, a dry sink and folding table we found, and cut a fifty foot trail through the underbrush behind the place, where we set up a camping potty chair.
That friday evening, John paid us another visit. and once again he came bearing gifts. We weren't caught by surprise that time because we could hear his cussing as he came up the trail. He reminded me of a skinny,balding Santa,with his backpack bulging, and pulling Clark's red plastic toboggan filled with boxes behind him.
Out of breath and wheezing, John leaned against the doorway and marveled at what we had done. "Well, bugger me." he panted. "My God, Boys, this is fucking amazing! This isn't a Clubhouse. You've built a proper Cabin!"
Clark and I stood there smiling from ear to ear at the praise.
"Um... a little help here?" he said as he tried taking the backpack off.
"Sure! No problem!" I said and dropped the pillow I was holding on the table and went to lend a hand, as Clark pulled the toboggan all the way inside.
Clark and I spent the next half hour unpacking and organizeding the MRI's, more canned goods and dry drink mix packets in our new pantry as John sat in one of the folding lounge chairs, resting.
"God Damn, that shit was heavy! Oh, by the way,I got y'all something you're really gonna need." John said, pointing to the big box. "This is my old water bed liner. It'll keep any splinters from poking holes in that."
Clark went over and began tearing at the brown paper that wrapped one of the other boxes.
"Holy Shit! Jack! It's a friggin' Air Mattress and foot pump!" Clark shouted.
John stood up, and was almost knocked back down as Clark and I ran over and gave him a big hug.
"That's not all. There's a First Aid kit, flare gun and three flares, a small fire extinguisher, that I hope you'll never need and a hatchet in that box over there, and in the other one there's towels,curtains, which your Mother insisted I bring, Jack, a transistor radio, a package of batteries, deck of cards and a jar of Vaseline."
"Vaseline?" I asked.
"Yup. If either of you do get a tick stuck on you, just put a blob on your finger tip and smear it all over the damned thing. The tick can't breath so it lets go! Plus, that shit makes a great lubricant." he began to blush "That didn't sound right,did it. But you know what I mean. Hay, we'd better get you back home, Jack. I tried talking her into it, but your mom said you boys can sle ep out here Tomorrow night. I think you have a "safety lecture" in store coming your way."
He was right,too.
It was about an hour before dawn, when I tapped on Clark's bedroom window with my flash light.
"Not so loud, Dumb Fuck! If Dad wakes up, he'll want to come along. You know he's been bored as shit since Mom split! Give me five minutes. I'll meet you in the backyard behind the shed."
And with that said, Chapter Two of our Summer Vacation's adventure began.
We were about halfway to our clubhouse when my flashlight caught the outline of something just off the trail's edge. It was a big brown paper bag. Walking over to it, Clark bent down and picked it up.
"Holy Shit! Jack! Look!" he exclaimed and pulled out a Hustler magazine. "There must be at least a dozen of 'em in here!"
He slipped the magazine back inside the bag and our walk quickly became a foot race between the two us to see who could make it down the rest of the trail first. It was a tie.
I unlocked the padlock and before I could even light one of the lanterns, Clark had dumped the bag's contents onto the table.
"I wonder who's these were?" he asked while looking for a mailing address label. "Fuck. He must have bought them at a store somewhere."
"More importantly," I countered "I wonder if they know about this place." I said and went to the pantry to get us each a soda before we began sorting through the mags.
Clark was thumbing through the first copy of Hustler he found when I tapped him on his shoulder.
"Check this out." I said while shaking a small, eight by five inch black and white sixty four page pamphlet at him. "It's nothing but guys!" and showed him the cover. It was a picture of some dude with a cock in his open mouth and cum all over his face! On each page that followed, there was a photo of men having sex. No words. Just Pure Hardcore Man Sex! Most of the men were in their twenties or middle aged, and they all had average sized dicks, but the last twelve pages were something totally different. The men were all well into their fifties and sixties, with really long and fat cocks fucking a guys around our age and younger. Some that were, Way Younger!
I looked over at Clark and reached over to rub the outline of his pecker under his jeans. Without a word,Clark ran over and latched the door then checked to make sure all the shutters were locked as well.
We had mounted the shutters on the inside, just for that reason. We wanted our privacy!
The next thing I knew, Clark was totally naked and standing next to me. "Hurry Up! Here, I'll help." he half-panting.
I just stood there and let him do the whole thing. My boner popped out of my shorts and slapped him in the face, and without any hesitation or encouragement, Clark began stroking my shaft with his right hand as he sucked on my cockhead and fondled my balls with his left.
"Oh, Fuck" I moaned and backed away from him. "You gotta stop, or I'm gonna blow my load."
"That's o.k.. Do it! Just not in my mouth."
"Nuh, Ugh! We have to make this last all day. Besides, what if your dad shows up? It's almost nine! Get dressed and let's stash these somewhere. Just in case."
"Who's the Tease now?" Clark pouted as he grudgingly pulled his underwear back on, but that was all.
We spent the day doing chores like getting firewood for our campfire and hauling buckets of water, fishing, swimming in the creek, exploring the game trails and anything else we could think of, just to stop ourselves from going back and digging out the porno mags. Finally, about an hour after sunset we went down to the creek and took our bath. The temptation to suck and jerk each other off was almost too much to bear. But we managed.
Back in the clubhouse, laying naked on a rug, pressing up against each other, we began taking inventory of the magazine covers. There was two Hustlers, those went into the "Keep Pile", one Playboy and a Penthouse, which we quickly thumbed through and decided they made better fire starter than jerk-off material, two Chic and a Oui "Keeper" and a half dozen of the 8x5 inch, black and white "Man On Man" Fuck Books.
If we thought the first one was Hot, that was nothing compared to the others.
And then we found the two 8.5 x 11 inch "Male on Male" mags. We had almost thrown those out because the covers had been torn off and the first four pages were nothing but text in some foreign language but Clark opened one up to the centerfold and our young world was turned upside down right then and there forever!
There it was... a full colour... glossy photo of a dark haired,naked dude that could have been one of our classmates. He was squatting down, legs spread showing off his small hard hairless dick and nuts. His eyes were tightly shut, his hands were wrapped around the shaft of a stallion's turgid cock,pressing the flaring cockhead to his open mouth as cum shot from his nostrils and the sides of his mouth.
"Holy FUCK! I Want to Do That!" Clark shouted, reached over and sla pped my ass. He looked me in the eyes, winked, smiled and said "I Know You Want To Do That! Don't cha?" then he quickly turned the page.
That was a photo of a different dude, about the same age, maybe a little younger, with his eyes wide open and smiling as he took a cumshot to the chest from another stallion. You could clearly see the cum splashing in all directions, running down his pudgy stomach and dripping off his tiny uncircumsized nub of a penis!
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh My God! Jacky! Stand up and let me suck your cock!" he was laying there, grinding his crotch into the carpet and gripping my shoulder. "Please? I Gotta Suck IT!"
We had only sucked each others cocks, maybe a dozen times?, since we both hit puberty in the middle of last year, and I had never cum in his mouth, or he mine. For some reason,Clark prefered to jerk off and see how far he could shoot it instead of cuming in my mouth or giving me a facial, no matter how many times I asked him to, but he did love it when I'd pull his foreskin over the head of my cock, press our piss slits together and blow my load.
"You want me to cum in your mouth?" I asked.
Clark knelt there looking down at me. His cock was so hard, the tip of it was sticking out of the foreskin. I'd never seen it do that before. Normally I had to peel it back to see his mushroom.
"Please. I, I'm ready now. I wasn't before, but now I am." he whispered.
I rolled over to face him, reached out with the fingers of my right hand and slowly slid them down, fully exposing the head of his cock. Leaning forward I gently blew on it and dipped the tip of my left forefinger into the clear drop of pre-cum that was leaking out. Then, quite deliberately, I stared up at him, stuck out my tongue and licked the cleft just under it's tip. I was rewarded by watching his nipples instantly get hard as his entire body broke out in goosebumps.
"O.k., I'll let you suck me off, but remember. We have a deal. I cum in yours. YOU cum in mine." I said it in my deepest voice.
"Can we turn the flashlights off?" he asked.
"No Fucking Way!" I scolded him and stood up, brushing our cocks together. "I want to see the look on your face. When we do it!"
Clark must have been practising on a carrot or something, because I didn't think you could learn how to do what he did just by looking at porno mags. At least I knew that was what I had been doing. I'd spent hours practising on carrots, cucumbers, zucchinis, even pop bottles, dreaming about the day He would Cum In My Mouth!
It seemed like it took almost no time, but when I got that old familiar feeling, I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock. I couldn't believe I had lasted almost ten minutes!
"Oh, shit. Clark. Clark, I'm close. Fuck!" I ejaculated, both verbally and literally!
He had formed a seal with his lips about two inches down my cock shaft, and quickly bobbed his head up and down while continuing to suck me off. And after I pumped out the last of my cum out, the little shit continued sucking and swirling his tongue around my cock head until I for ced him off.
In an instant, Clark was on his feet grabbing the sides of my head, pulling me to him and kissing me. I could feel and taste my own cum in my mouth as we stood there pressed together, french kissing. I could also feel his hot, hard cock smashing against my lower stomach and the wetness of his pre-cum.
Dropping to my knees, I grabbed his ass cheek with my left hand and his balls in my right, gently tugging down on his sack. He let out a little whimper and I let go, looking up to see if he was in pain. He wasn't, but when I tried to do it again, his nut-sack was sucked up and tight as a drum.
I began by first sucking on what little foreskin there was, but the next thing I knew his cockhead was fully exposed and all six inches of his dick was buried in my mouth. I could feel it pressing into the back of my throat! It took a few tries but I was finally able to go all the way down on him without gagging.
It took less than three minutes. I know because I timed it. Yea, yea, I know it was an Asshole thing to do, but I was Curious. So, sue me.
HIs cum literally felt like it was exploding in my mouth, and against the back of my throat, catching me off guard. The fucker didn't even give me a warning!
"S-sorry, Jack. I couldn't help it. I, I Tried to hold it in. I promise. Really I did!" He was actually crying! "Don't hate me! Please?"
I leaned back on my heels, pulled his still hard cock out of my mouth and smiled up at him. "Shut up, Stupid. I've been asking for it for how long now?" And with that said, I stuffed his cock back into my mouth and taught him a lesson. Not only did I suck every last drop of cum out of him. I worked that wonderful Tube Steak of his till it was limp and he was laying back on the floor, begging me to stop.
The next thing either of us were conscious of, was a shaft of sunlight coming through a knothole in one of the shutters. Amazingly enough, we both had hard-ons again. I laid next to him, rubbing my cock on his thigh, and had just reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock when the sunlight was blocked out and someone began knocking on the door.
"Boys! Wakey, Wakey! Hands Off Snakey!" John's voice rang out, overpowering Clark's hushed moans.
"Oh, FUCK!" We both said at the same time.
End Part One
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