The opportunity to watch Jason blowing Paul was just too fucking awesome to pass up, so I figured I'd try to talk Jason into it. "Hey, man, Paul just blew me, and I just blew you. What's the biggie?"
"You're forgetting something, Daniel. I've never done that kinda thing before. And I don't think I need a fucking audience when I do. If I do."
"Not even me? Hey! We're buds." I turned to Paul as he climbed outa the pool, dripping wet, and looking totally edible. "Is it cool with you?"
"Sure," he shrugged, raising his hands to brush back his wet, black hair, which lifted his pecs and exposed his smooth, cream-colored armpits. I'd always been a sucker for Paul's 'pits. They were just so damn sexy!
"Hey, my gran's probably freaking. I'd better jet."
"She thinks you're staying for pizza."
"Daniel, why are you doing this?"
"Just trying to get you to chill."
"Yeah, well, you're freaking me out."
"Drop it, Daniel," Paul interjected as he approached the barbecue table.
"'Cause Jason's not ready for this kinda heavy shit."
"I am," Jason admitted. "Well, I think I am. But not like this. Besides, Daniel was the one who kinda got me thinking about stuff, and… well… don't take this the wrong way, Paul, but I was kinda hoping he would… that I… Damn! I can't put this fucking shit into words."
Suddenly, I realized what Jason was on about... he wanted to blow me, but in private. "I know what you're trying to say, buddy. It's cool. I'll blow Paul, and you can watch. You can blow me some other time... if you wanna, that is."
"You talk about it like it was shaking hands or something."
"So how should I talk about it?"
"Like it meant something. Like it was important… special."
"It is, dude. Special enough to wanna do it as often as poss."
"To anybody and everybody? That doesn't sound too fucking special to me."
"Hey, when you have a party, do you invite just one guest?" I laughed. "You invite a whole bunch, right? 'Cause you enjoy having all your buds around."
"For sex? That's not a party, that's a fucking orgy. Besides, I don't have a whole bunch of friends… or parties."
"Maybe that's your prob, Jason. You can't relate to more than one person."
"Maybe I don't wanna. Maybe one's enough."
"Hey, Jason," Paul said as he sat on the bench. "I think I know where you're coming from. You like Daniel a stack, right?"
Jason lowered his eyes, and studied the table. "I guess."
"So that's nothing to be ashamed of, man. I do, too. Hey, I love the fucker, big time. You think I don't get pissed off when Daniel shares himself around, or treats sex like it was sharing a pizza between buds so that everybody gets a piece of the action? Well… I don't so much now, but I used to. I learned that having some of Daniel is better than having none. Daniel's not the kinda guy to pair off with just one person. That's the way he is, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love all his buds. Maybe Daniel's got too much love to give to just one person."
"That's not the way the world works, Paul. You've got folks, Daniel's got folks. Do they have orgies? Or swap partners? No, of course not. They're faithful to each other."
"They're not teens, dude. But what about when they were teens? Ever thought about that? My dad's always telling me to enjoy being a teen 'cause I'm gonna be an adult for a fucking long time. Well, he doesn't say 'fucking', but you know what I mean."
"So he tells you that it's cool to have orgies?"
"No way, man. What dad's gonna tell his son that? But he knows I've got a dick, and he knows I'm gonna use it. You think my dad was a fucking virgin when he married my mom? C'mon, Jason, get real."
"You don't understand, Paul. I was like some kinda hermit before I met Daniel. All this stuff you're talking about is still… well... weird to me."
"There's only one way to change that, dude," Paul grinned as he stood and waved his semi around. Then he moved to the other side of the table, where he dangled his dick just a foot or so from Jason's face. "Well?"
Jason looked at me, then returned his attention to the delicious piece of teen meat right before his very eyes, and which began to get progressively harder. "I dunno."
"You wanna suck Daniel's? Hey! Think of mine as practice." Paul had that wicked gleam in his electric-blue eyes, a gleam I'd often seen before. When that kid's determination was aroused, there was no stopping him.
"So what do I do? I mean, like… Hey? Do I have to swallow or something?"
"You don't have to do anything you don't wanna do, Jason. Just follow your instincts."
"Yeah, right. Half of me wants to get the fuck outa here."
"And what about the other half?" Paul took his now-hard throbber in his fist and gave it a couple of teasing tugs.
Jason looked at me again, so I just shrugged as if to say, "Hey, do whatever comes naturally, bro." I could see that Jason was torn between the devil and the deep, blue sea. However, I wanted him to make up his own mind, without any interference from me. He was at a critical point in his life. Whatever he decided now, would affect his attitude forever.
"Don't you have somewhere else to go, Daniel?"
"Not that I can think of," I laughed. "Hey, bro, it's cool. Don't worry about me."
Jason pulled Paul's tummy-hugger down so that it was level with his mouth, then slid his lips over Paul's swollen, cut knob. That was the signal for Paul to place his hands around Jason's head, and begin to slide his rock-hard six in and out of Jason's mouth.
For a few moments, Jason didn't know quite how to react, except to allow Paul to fuck his face, and gag each time Paul's boner was sent on its mission of exquisite pleasure. "Use your tongue," Paul ordered.
Meantime, I was tempted to go behind Paul and lick his ass cheeks and rosebud, but I was way too intrigued with watching Jason's face being fucked by my bud's throbber to move even one inch from where I was sitting. Jason must've obeyed Paul's order about the tongue thingy, though, 'cause Paul threw his head back, and an expression of ecstatic delight spread over his adorable face.
At the same time, I was a bit worried about Jason. He didn't appear to be enjoying having Paul's solid boy meat stabbing away at his tonsils, especially after Paul had become more aggressive with each pelvic thrust, and was pounding away like there was no fucking tomorrow.
Finally, the big moment arrived, and Paul let out an almighty roar. Aaaaagggghhhhh!!!! I could see Jason's Adam's apple trying desperately to cope with the explosions of boy juice that I could imagine being fired outa Paul's feral boner, which must've been pounding the hell outa Jason's mouth. Go Jason!
When it was all over, and Paul had resumed his seat next to me, Jason was obviously still trying to come to terms with what had happened. He looked as though he'd just survived some kinda life-threating experience. I visualized him sitting on a highway, checking for injuries after a huge truck had just passed over him, and being surprised at finding none. Nothing was said for a minute or so while Paul and I waited for Jason to tell us about his impressions.
"Well?" Paul asked after having run outa patience.
"What the fuck am I supposed to say?" Jason answered. "All I can think about is that Daniel must've experienced the same thing when he blew me.'
"I'm not sure how to explain it. It's kinda like you're doing a guy a fav or whatever."
"You didn't enjoy it?"
"Not sure about that, either. It was kinda like, wow! Is this really happening? Then my mouth was filling with warm, salty stuff, and it was like what the fuck do I do now?"
"I saw what you did," I cracked. "Hey, dude, you did just fine."
"Yeah, right. I'm still fucking shell-shocked."
"Would you do it again?"
Jason looked at me, and smiled slightly. "Why? Are you ready?"
"Are you kidding? Watching you blow Paul made me so damn fucking horny! My cum factory must've been working overtime. But, hey, if you're not ready… I mean…"
"Hey, you're the one who said it was no biggie. Right? I guess I'm ready."
"Even with Paul watching?"
"A guy's gotta get used to this kinda thing some time. That's what you said. Right?"
"Yeah, that's what I said. But I also heard what you said, bro… y'know, about it being special and stuff."
"Daniel's got the guilts?" he cracked. "Yeah, right. That'll be the fucking day."
"Yeah," Paul agreed, giving my shoulder a shove. "So what’s with this guilt shit all of a sudden? You're the one who's always…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But that doesn't mean I don’t listen to other dudes. OK?"
"Chill, Daniel. Besides," the cheeky bugger grinned, "I wanna watch."
I stood, then move around to the other side of the table. Paul was right… I did have the guilts 'cause I didn't want Jason to do something he felt obliged to do 'cause we'd kinda tipped him into it. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"I think so."
"Hey, you either know so, or you don't, bro. So do you or not?"
"What's the prob with you all of a sudden?"
The answer was simple. He'd looked kinda uncomfortable when he was blowing Paul, and I didn't want him to feel that way about me. Sure, it was the dope to watch him blow Paul, but if he was gonna blow me, I wanted him to enjoy it, not 'cause he felt that he was obligated for whatever reason. "I just wanna know if you're cool about it, that's all."
"Think I might be disappointed or whatever?"
"Paul was right, Daniel. I do think you're totally awesome. You've blown me twice already, and it was the fucking bomb. So damn excellent. So I wanna do it for you."
"Like you owe me?"
"It's more than that." He searched my brown eyes with his for a moment before he spoke softly. "I want to."
At that moment, I was wishing that Paul wasn't around. There were obviously things on Jason's mind that he didn't wanna share while my bud was within earshot… things I was curious to know. "When you said that blowing Paul was like doing a guy a fav… is that what you really meant?"
"Yeah… but I was talking about Paul."
"Hey! What's wrong with me?" Paul pouted.
"Nothing. Nothing at all, man. But…" Jason stopped talking, and pulled my throbber down. I watched his lips envelop my knob before he raised his smiling eyes to mine. Fucking hell! He really did wanna blow me! Then I remembered something. He was gonna eat seven inches, not six. And if he found Paul's a bit of a prob, then… but, hey, it was too late. Just the sight of my boner sliding into that handsome face put all other thoughts and concerns aside. There was only one thing on my mind now. Offloading.
"Relax your throat," I heard Paul say. "It'll help you to stop gagging."
Nevertheless, I took it pretty easy, trying not to fuck my bud's face too hard. I reached for his head, and ran my fingers through his soft, brown hair as I gently pulled his face toward my blonde pubes and sent my hard dick to the back of his throat. Damn, it felt soooo fucking wicked!
"And don’t forget to use your tongue," Paul added.
Jason followed Paul's advice, and I felt my whole crotch come alive with the most incredible sensations. I'd had those same sensations many times before, but the thrill would never diminish, no matter how often my dick had been sucked by a pair of loving, moist lips. The hundredth time was just as good as the first. Maybe even better. And on this occasion it rocked totally, 'cause Jason was finally getting a taste of me.
I felt my teen meat harden, then buck like a crazed bronco, as my first jet of boy juice exploded. Amongst Paul's screams of "fucking awesome!", I could hear Jason's gagging, but, hey, I was in no mood to sympathize. I pulled his face to my crotch as my knees sagged, and fired another salvo of thick, sticky jizz. Then another. And another. His tongue was still massaging my cockhead and shaft as the explosions continued. The pleasure was almost fucking unbearable! Woohoo!
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