During the walk back to my house, I thought about how dumb I'd been to mention Jason's asshole. He'd probably freak about it all night. Straight guys didn't understand about assholes -- I knew that from my experience with Greg. And the only reason he'd compromised was 'cause I was helluva good at giving him blowjobs. "Hmmm," I thought as I kicked a stone, "I wonder if…?"
It was after dinner while I was working out with my chest expander that Greg knocked on my door. "Got a minute?"
"Jeez," he laughed as he sat on my bed. "Doesn't that thing ever go down?"
"Not while you're around. I knew you'd be knocking on my door and the thought made me kinda horny." I planted my bare ass on the spare bed opposite my bro, and put the chest expander to one side. "Can I ask you some stuff about straight guys?"
"Would straight guys blow each other?"
"I don't think so. Some might, I guess, if they were like kinda bi or something."
"But it feels good, right? So why wouldn't they?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Daniel, and I can only speak for myself… by the way, are you asking these questions 'cause of Jason?"
"Well, to me, having a dick in your mouth is contrary to being masculine. Y'know, it's offensive."
"But having your dick in somebody else's mouth is cool?"
"Yeah. Well, I guess it depends on who's blowing you. Lemme put it this way, when you blow me, I don't feel superior to you. Y'know, it's not like I'm using you… well, I guess I am, but you don't mind. I mean, you like it. Right?"
"Yeah, it's cool."
"K, so it's a win/win situation. But if a straight guy blew another straight guy, it'd be a win/lose situation 'cause one of the guys would feel inferior. Besides, dicks don't appeal to other guys. Yeah, sure they're curious and they compare sizes and maybe even jack each other as kids, but that's it. Have you and Jason done anything?"
"Nope -- we just worked out and got boners looking at each other. Then he went ballistic 'cause I wanted to check out his asshole."
Greg cracked completely. "Jeez, Daniel, you are one amazing mother! Don't you have any fucking shame?"
"What's wrong with wanting to check out a guy's asshole?"
"Hey, for most guys, it's not high on the list of things they consider to be attractive about themselves." He fell back laughing again, and slapped the bed with both hands. "You are too fucking much, you know that?"
"So how come you let me check yours out?"
"Yeah, good question." He leaned forward and became serious. "It surprises me, too. There's a lotta stuff I do for you that I would never do for another guy in a million fucking years. Somehow, you're different. And you know something? I figure it's got a lot to do with the way you are -- you're confident, cocky, crazy, whatever. But most of all, you don't have any hangups -- or, if you do, you don't reveal them. You make other people feel comfortable to be around you 'cause like it's all so fucking natural. When some dude freaks, you just shrug and say "what's the biggie?" He laughed again. "I mean, you're so fucking outrageous that you make other people think there's something wrong with them, and not with you."
"Yeah, wow is right, bro. You're one incredible dude. So it's like OK to do stuff with you that I wouldn't do with any other guy."
"You did with Paul."
"That was different. You fucking talked me into it. I kinda got carried away. Normally, I wouldn't."
"Well," I sighed, "I still don't get it. I've been freaking out a lot lately about all kinds of shit. I guess meeting Jason got me kinda unsure of myself. Y'know, doubts and stuff."
"You like him, huh?"
"Yeah. He's way cool."
"And he likes you?"
"Yeah, so he says. I kinda freak him a bit, though."
"Hey, bro," he laughed, "you fucking freak everybody! But that's OK. I figure that's why dudes like you so much. You're way cooler than most dudes. Hey, I'm not sure I should say this, but you're a kinda role model."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm not sure, exactly, but I think I'm saying that you shouldn't change for anybody. If Jason doesn't like you the way you are, then too bad. What are you gonna do? Be a different person for Jason 'cause you want him to like you? Hey, man, you can't do that. That's lying. And you're not the kinda guy who lies -- that's one of the things dudes like and respect about you. What they see is what they get."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about all that kinda shit. It's not easy, though."
"You're right, it's not. Look at me. What do you see?"
"My hunky bro."
"What color am I?"
"Not white, huh?"
"So who gives a fuck? Anyway, I think you look totally wicked."
"Not everybody does, man. Hey, I get weird looks from people sometimes. So what am I supposed to do? Change? And what if I did? What would you say?"
"I'd say you were fucking crazy!"
"'Cause you're awesome just the way you are."
"I rest my case, bro, and remember it was you who brought me outa my shell. Now, onto more important things," he grinned, and flashed his perfect set of pearlies. There was a mischievous sparkle in his dark, chocolate eyes as he flicked his long, black hair from his face. "You wanna undress me?"
"'Cause I like to watch your eyes soak up every square inch of me. Makes me feel kinda special. It's spooky in a way 'cause you're a guy, but I know that you're genuinely turned on by what you see."
"Jeez! Who wouldn't be?"
"I dunno, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that my dick is gonna be sucked by a good looking dude who appreciates it, and that's what's so damn cool about it. I look down and I see your lips riding my shaft and I think, "Whoa! This guy really likes every inch of my boner and loves to eat my boy juice." And I'm not just talking anybody here, I'm talking Daniel! I'm talking the man!"
"You know something? You're about the coolest bro a guy could have." I began by unbuttoning his shirt and rolling it off his shoulders, then running my hands over his firm, muscular pecs and feeling his erect, brown nipples rubbing against my palms. Fuck, that felt wicked!
"How long are you gonna take?"
"It's almost ten."
"So?" After I'd tossed his shirt onto the bed, I squatted, undid the buttons of his baggy shorts and let them fall to the floor where he stepped outa them. After that, I moved my face around the crotch of his boxers and drank in the warm, spicy aroma of his boyhood while his throbber rubbed against my lips and cheeks. There was a wet patch of pre-cum which I sucked through the cotton material.
After his boxers had hit the deck, I ran my face around his balls and licked them. His ballsack was smooth and hairless, and, again, the rich, warm smell was totally intoxicating. Then I ran my tongue along the entire length of the underside of his boner until it had reached his coffee-colored swollen knob which was oozing more pre-cum. I took his thick, solid shaft in my fist, then ran the slimy head of his cock over my lips.
"Fuck, Daniel! You're driving me fucking crazy!"
"That's the general idea, bro. Run your fingers through my hair while I blow you."
He did as I asked while I pulled his hard rod down to mouth level, then slowly ran my lips over its large, sculptured head. I'd always enjoyed the sensation of my tongue probing the pisshole of that smooth, bulbous knob, knowing that my mouth would soon be filled with the delicious taste of his hot, creamy jizz.
It was at that stage that Greg lost all control. But I didn't mind at all. His instinct to fuck was pretty neat, and I enjoyed having his pubes and balls slam into my face as he sent his six inches backwards and forwards while gripping my head like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh, fuck, Daniel," he groaned. I felt the pressure of his hands increase dramatically on my head as his knees buckled, and he fought to maintain his balance. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
Sure enough, his throbber bucked around inside my mouth like it was trying to topple an invisible rider. Meantime, I kept my lips and tongue working as his pisshole fired jet after jet of his thick, fresh boy juice. I couldn't help gagging, though. His mind had succumbed to primal urges, and his body shuddered with uncontrollable spasms as he fucked my face like a madman. Whoa!
I'd only just forced the last of his sticky load down my throat when he held my face to his crotch. His slowly deflating throbber was still in my mouth. "Sorry I went so crazy, bro. It's like there's another side to me -- a kinda caveman side. I go feral." He arched his back so that he could look down at my face, which was still stuffed with his dick. "Guess it's a bit hard to talk," he grinned. "I don't understand you, and I don't think I wanna. I mean, I dunno how you handled what I just did, but I'm glad you did. I can't tell you how fucking awesome that was. It's not like with Lindy. She sucks, but I don't fuck her face. There's a difference. Know what I mean? It's like I can't get aggro with her. Maybe girls don't like guys being primitive. Hey, you know something? You look kinda cute with my boy meat stuck in your face. Kinda suits you," he laughed. "And I can tell by the smile in your eyes that you really do like blowing me. That's a fucking huge compliment, bro. Fucking huge. I know it's weird that I'm talking like this when the taste of my juice is still on your tongue, but it's like you respect me more than anybody else does. I mean, I'm looking down at you with your face full of my cock and your eyes are smiling. That's just so damn cool! And I love you for it, 'cause I know you wouldn't do this for me if you didn't love me."
I spat his dick outa my mouth. "Can I check out your ass while I jack off?"
"Jesus! I've just made the fucking speech of a fucking lifetime and…" He collapsed onto the bed with his back to the wall and cracked up totally.
"Hey, dude, I'm too fucked to get physical." He lifted his legs to expose his cute, wrinkled rosebud, nestled perfectly between his two golden globes, and just below his neat hangers. "Will this do?"
"Wicked! Woohoo!" I was already on my knees, so I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his spongy, brown hole. He was probably thinking that I was fucking lunatic, but he didn't say anything. He just laid there with his legs raised, and let me lick and kiss everything in sight while I fisted my hard seven. Within a minute, I'd decorated the floor with a truckload of boy juice.
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