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From The Arrangement 2:
It was hard to swallow with my mouth open but I did as he commanded,
watching him smile as my throat worked his gift down to my stomach. For
the first time in my life, I was not only a cocksucker, I was now a
cumeater as well.
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A continuation of a true story:
As I pulled his pants back up his legs (he wasn't wearing any underwear)
my chocolate conqueror released his grip on my head, playfully ruffling my
hair with his big meaty hand as he did so. "Now that was nice, Web.
You've got a sweet mouth on you and you took to my dick like a hog to a
trough. How'd you like swallowing my cum?"
Wordlessly, I answered by allowing his pants to drop back to the floor
and wrapping my left hand tight around the base of his now flaccid cock.
Slowly I moved my hand up toward the tip of his coffee-colored serpent like
a boy trying to squeeze the last dollop of toothpaste out of the tube,
forcing his sperm onto my extended tongue. After a final lick to capture
the single glistening drop hanging from his slit, I stood up and, mouth
open, swallowed his offering as though it were nectar from the gods.
A peal of laughter as loud and sudden as a burst of thunder escaped from
his lips. "Boy, you are sumptin else. We're damn sure going to have some
good times. Now get the stuff out of those boxes while I go and talk to
your friend."
The coming of evening lagged as slowly as a child being sent to the
principal's office. Once we had returned to his grandmother's apartment,
my friend and I were only alone for a few minutes, never long enough for
any real conversation about what had happened in the basement. We had to
content ourselves with exchanging glances over the Chinese Checkers board.
As the time went by, I began to question my actions in the basement.
Regret warred with satisfaction. Why didn't I just get up and run? Why
did I let him make me suck him? Why did I swallow? And why the hell did
in milk him like I did? Being afraid would account for most of what I did
in the basement but not that last. He was done. He'd come. All I had to
do was give him a yes or no answer. But I hadn't at least not verbally.
So why did I do it, what did it mean? These questions kept running through
my head like a gerbil on an exercise wheel.
Finally his grandmother decided to call it a night and, with an
admonition not to stay up too late watching the late night horror movies on
a local tv channel, went off to her bedroom shutting the door tight behind
her. Even after what had happened in the basement we knew we didn't have
to worry about his grandmother catching us. She took a sleeping pill every
night that knocked her out until morning.
"Hey Web, I'm sorry man," my friend said as we pulled the sofa bed out
from the living room couch, his voice pitched soft in apology. "I never
thought we'd get caught. I've been down in that basement dozens of times
to get stuff and no one every comes down there. I meant what I said when
we started that no one else would know about us. I sure wasn't going to
tell anyone."
I didn't reply, unsure of what I should say.
"I never thought Old Man Grambs would catch us down there and even after
he did I never ever thought he'd have you suck him off. Christ, he's
married and he's got a couple of kids older than we are. At least he told
me you blew him Did you? Did he make you suck him off?"
Looking directly into my friend's eyes and watching to see how he'd
react, I gave a brief shallow nod of my head. His face began to exhibit a
feral excitement like an animal stalking its prey.
"Yeah, he told me you did," his voice still softly pitched but
coarsening in tone. "`Your boy Web was on my fat johnson like a bear
stealing honey from a bee tree.' That's what he said. `Kid was like a
starving man at a banquet. Couldn't get enough, left me as wrung out and
limp as an old linen dish rag.' Said you liked it too. Was he right Web?
Did you like sucking his black cock?"
Again I nodded my acquiescence and, with the downward stroke of my head,
I noticed the fly in his blue cotton pajamas had begun to bulge outward,
his boner uncoiling like a thick branch that had been bent into a bow and
now was being slowly released.
"God, I wish I'd been there to see it. You on your knees, his dick deep
in your mouth. You look so hot with my cock in your mouth. I just love
watching you work when you give me head, how your lips stretch, the way
your cheeks puff in and out. Well, maybe next time. And next time may be
tomorrow."
I managed to force a croaked "Why, why tomorrow" past my dry throat and
mouth.
"The old man wants you to suck him off again you know," he told me, each
sentence he spoke stimulating both of us. "Asked me to bring you over to
his apartment tomorrow before we leave. His wife is at her sister's until
Wednesday. Should I do that Web? Should I walk you over to Grambs' so you
can have one more taste of his pecker before we leave? And if I do will
you let me watch? Maybe you can take even turns and suck us both off. I
think we'd all like that."
As he continued to speak, my eyes were again drawn to the fly of his
pajamas. His rock hard dick had erupted from his fly and jutting straight
out its head gleaming with shiny precum. I felt my dry mouth start to
moisten with saliva.
I couldn't help myself. I dropped to my hands and knees on the bed and
scuttled across its chenille cover like a crab. Reaching out with my
hands, I pulled him closer, capturing his prick in my mouth, locking my
lips just behind the ridge of his helmet, my tongue swabbing him clean of
precum. He started to rock back and forth driving his cock in and out as I
lightly scraped his skin with my teeth. Then quite unexpectedly, so
unexpectedly I started to toter, he pulled himself out of my mouth, his
dick making a soft, wet "pop" sound as it left. As he kept me from falling
forward, I could see the red marks my rasping incisors had left on his
skin.
"Not so fast Web, I want you to see something. I'm going to the
bathroom for a minute and while I'm gone I want you to turn off all the
lights except for the TV. Then take off your pajamas and get under the
covers. I'll be back in a minute."
I took advantage of his absence to run to the kitchen and drink a big
glass of water. As I refilled the glass from the pitcher his grandmother
kept in the refrigerator, I could hear him rummaging around in the bathroom
and talking to himself. "Now where'd she put it. I know it's around here
somewhere.' I could hear drawers opening and closing. "Ah, there it is."
I had just managed to finish turning off the lights (I had been too busy
to give a lot of thought to what he had been looking for) when my friend
came around the corner holding something shiny behind his back. "Web,
aren't you supposed to be under those covers right now. Ah hell, it
doesn't matter," he told me as he moved up to the edge of the bed. "Come
on over here and undo my bottoms. Then get my dick in your mouth just like
you had it before."
Nervously I complied wondering what my friend was up to and just what he
had behind his back. It didn't take long to find out. I was in mid-stroke
when his left hand whipped around from behind his back to reveal _ a hand
mirror. He had brought an oval hand mirror out of the bathroom.
"OK Web, stop right there and take a look at yourself in the mirror. I
wanted you to see just how sexy you look when you're sucking cock. Told
you it was better than anything in Playboy."
I shifted my eyes to look at the mirror (if I moved my head I would have
lost contact with his dick) and what I saw made my cock add another inch of
diameter to the wet circle my dripping precum was causing on the cover
below.
Bathed in the gentle glow of the television was the freshly scrubbed
face of a young male teenager with short brown hair and a stubby button
nose. A few freckles dotted his cheeks, cheeks which had been rounded
inward by the force of his sucking until they resembled the inside surface
of a pink rubber ball cut open.
The mirror revealed a gaping mouth which spoke of unrestrained passions
and wantonness, the juvenile lips thrust tautly forward along a pillar of
stiff smooth flesh, a small line of wetness escaping from the tiny pocket
in the mouth's corner where the connection between the two bodies failed.
There could be no question this was a mouth made to give pleasure to other
males, to slobber over countless men, vacuuming their throbbing poles deep
into its connecting throat, with a tongue intend to roll their manly
essences around the mouth like a fine brandy.
Above all the mirror exposed the visage of an individual whose eyes
expressed a sense of contentment and fulfillment as he nursed on the prick
in his mouth, someone unburdened by the knowledge he liked to suck cocks,
unafraid to give full range to his desires.
To this day I wish I had a copy of the reflection of the young man I saw
in that mirror.
Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the mirror vanished, set on floor
by the side of the sofa bed. My friend's strong hands pushed me flat on my
back, temporarily breaking our carnal connection. As I rose to give him
room to lay down he pushed me flat on my back again, this time positioning
himself over my prostrate body with his knees locked tightly around my rib
cage.
As he propped my head up with a pillow, I gave myself over to his
desires and mine. Who was I to deny what the looking glass had finally
made plain. He moved his way forward until his ass was firm against my
chest, his prick was pounding against my lips like a medieval battering
ram. I surrendered, opening wide while my tongue played the role of the
lowered drawbridge, allowing him unhindered passage into my oral courtyard.
He took full advantage of my capitulation, thrusting forward until he
reached the back of my throat and then back until just the tip sat on the
edge of my front teeth, sawing in and out while my lips quivered along the
sides of his dick and his ballsack scraped up and down on my chest. In
this new and unfamiliar position the salvia began to pool in the back of my
throat threatening to choke me when the level rose too high. My need to
swallow to avoid gagging just added another new thrill for my friend as my
lips, mouth and sometimes even my throat would contract around his dick,
squeezing it tight in a hot, moist, fleshy vice.
The end came quickly for both of us, the events of the day and the
earlier release we had been denied had aroused us to new heights of
excitement, added urgency to our movements, fervor to our coupling. My
friend's legs began to shake against my ribs, a sure sign he was growing
close to orgasm and I increased the intensity of my sucking.
We had not spoken since he pushed me to the bed, words seemed
unnecessary to the task at hand. But, as his climax neared, my friend
managed to gasp out one question between breaths: "You know what to do?"
I answered him first with my eyes, "Yes, I know what to do," and then
with my actions. With a heavy grunt my friend bent over, his hands coming
to rest on the top of the sofa, his dick sliding backwards to the outer
edge of my mouth. Once, twice, three times he spurted his hot cream across
the waiting surface of my tongue, thoroughly coating it with a white
effusion of sperm before he withdrew.
Sitting up slowly, I stuck my semi-curled tongue out at him like a
little child mad at the world. But the real reason was to prove to him his
offering had been accepted. I watched him watch me, his eyes going first
at the puddle of come on top of my tongue and then to my throat as its
muscles convulsed when I swallowed.
"Thank you," I told my friend and then asked "When you're ready to go
again, can I have some more?"
If you've liked this third installment of a true story and think I
should continue to tell you about my adventures as a high school student
pleaselet me know at webdazell@yahoo.com
Note to all readers. The actual events portrayed in these stories took
place in the mid-sixties. Most of the practices outlined here are now too
dangerous to indulge in in this the era of AIDS. Please practice safe sex
only.
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