Florida, USA
Part 4

"Speaking of creme de menthe," I grinned, "remember what you said about putting a little on your tongue?"

Joshua sprinted from the room like his ass was on fire, then returned a moment later with the green bottle, which he handed to me. "Any time you're ready, Oth," he typed.

I got Joshua to stand, facing the laptop on the desk. It meant that I couldn't see the screen, but, hey, I wasn't complaining about the view I had as I knelt. Rock-hard boners seemed to take on a whole new dimension when they were bouncing around just inches from your face, and dripping pre-cum. They looked fucking awesome! Woohoo! Joshua's was in proportion to the rest of his bod. It was thick, veiny and solid, with a big, sculpted, cut head that begged to be blown.

I took a small sip of the creme de menthe, then passed the bottle up to Joshua so that he could place it on the table. Then I slid my lips over his bulbous, pink knob and heard him let out a long sigh.

I placed my hands on his buns and pulled him closer as he ran his fingers through my blonde hair. By then, his throbber was attacking my tonsils. I gagged a little, but it was cool.

After maybe fifteen or twenty seconds, I felt one of Joshua's hands leave my head. Then I heard the noise of the keyboard. I was dying to know what the fuck he was telling Oth, as well as what kinda show Oth was giving Joshua, but I was kinda busy down below, getting my face pummeled by his aggro monster. Hello? Joshua was an incurable romantic? Yeah, right. He must've been thinking my head was a fucking football.

"Slow down, Daniel," he groaned after a while. "I'll blow before Oth has finished."

I stopped using my tongue, and just kinda let his hard dick slide gently between my lips, while I enjoyed the delicious flavor of his pre-cum mixed with a minty taste. The fingers of my right hand were massaging his ass crack as my left hand cupped and fondled his heavy balls. Meantime, every so often, Joshua's hand would leave my head to type something on the keyboard, before returning to finger my hair.

Another few minutes had passed when Joshua cried, "He's gonna cum! Oh, shit! Oth is gonna cum!"

Immediately, I used my tongue to lash his pulsating knob. Both Joshua's hands were gripping my head, while he pumped like a madman on steroids, sending his feral fucktool to the back of my throat before retreating for the next savage assault. Bam! Bam! Bam!

Finally, I heard the bellow of a jungle gorilla as his fingers dug deep into my scalp, and I felt the first of his thick, warm wads saturate my mouth with his salty taste. At the same time, my nostrils were filled with the spicy scent of his crotch, which kept ramming my face with each explosion of his juice.

The bellowing had eventually subsided to a series of whimpers, punctuated by "Ohhhh, Daniel!" and, "Ohhhh Oth!" as the last of his hot jizz jetted into my mouth.

I was still trying to force his sticky load down my throat when I heard the keyboard again. My curiosity was getting the better of me, so I allowed his boner to slide outa my mouth, gave it a quick clean with my lips and tongue, then stood next to my pal and looked at the screen. It was obvious that those two guys were in the mood for a private convo, so I decided to split.

"Hey, you guys chat while I get a Sprite."

"There's a couple of beers in the fridge. They're not mine, but I'll replace them. Help yourself."

"Cool. Thanks."

"Hey, Daniel," he said as he took his eyes off the screen and studied my face, "that was unbelievable. Thanks."

"No prob."

After I'd popped a can of Bud, I went to the living room and sat on the sofa. There was something totally, fucking cool about being naked with a boner in somebody else's house. Actually, I wouldn't have minded going for a walk around Orlando -- naked, of course. But I didn't think most people would appreciate it. They'd freak big time. But why? What the fuck was wrong with being naked?

While I was wondering what it would be like to live in a town where hunks could walk around the streets without a stitch on, I checked out Joshua's videos. Little Shop of Horrors, Beautiful Thing, In & Out, The Birdcage...

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Huh? Not really. Just curious."

"Lately I've been into "gay" movies."

"What's that you're drinking?"

"A grasshopper."

"I didn't hear the blender."

"It's called a grasshopper 'cause it's green, not because... ugh! I don't even wanna think about it. Now you've ruined my drink."

"Did the creme de menthe thingy work?"

"Did it ever! Whoa! Hey," he smiled as we returned to the sofa, "you were totally, totally incredible, Daniel. I told Oth all about it and he could hardly believe it. We're gonna do the creme de menthe thing when he gets back."

"What was his show like?"

"Awesome as usual. But I never thought you'd... Why did you do that?"

"Dunno," I shrugged, then took a sip of beer. "Just kinda popped into my head. I'm like that, y'know. I kinda get an idea and I just go ahead and do it."

"In your stories... jacking off at the pedestrian crossing at night... is that all true?"

"Yep."

"You're totally outrageous."

"Yep."

"Where do you get the courage from?"

"Courage? What courage? It's not about courage. Fact is, it scares me shitless."

"So why do you do it?"

"I like being scared," I laughed. "Turns me on. You got a pedestrian crossing near here?"

"Yes... but you're not going... I'm not going... we're not going... nobody's going."

"Party pooper. Anyway, you said you like horror movies, so you like being scared, too."

"Scared in my own house... not out there in the street for Christ's sake." Joshua paused for a moment, studied his drink, took a sip, then looked at me. "Daniel?"

"What?"

"I asked Oth if was OK if I returned the favor. He said it wasn't a problem."

"What fav?"

"Well, you blew me, so..."

"Cool. Go for it."

"Not like this, Daniel... not rushed. I'd prefer it to be more romantic. You wanna put your clothes back on?"

"That's romantic?"

"I want to undress you... slowly."

"But I'm already undressed!"

"Jeeeeez, Daniel."

"OK, OK, I get your drift. You gonna bite me?"

"Tiny little nibbles. You'll hardly notice them."

"Yeah, right. Where exactly do you bite... uh, nibble?"

"All over."

"Everywhere?"

"Absolutely everywhere."

After I'd dressed and returned to the room, I sat on the sofa next to Joshua. He began by nibbling my ear -- well, it was more like chewing -- while his hand made its way under my shirt, and felt my chest. His hot breath warmed my ear as he spoke softly.

"It's the thrill of anticipation, Daniel. My hand is feeling the contours of your strong muscles, and I know that I'll soon be nibbling them. You have such a beautiful body, Daniel... everything is so perfectly proportioned. Hey, your nipples are hard."

"So's something else."

"Be patient."

Yeah, right. For about an hour, Joshua removed my clothing, item by item, and spent ages licking, kissing, and nibbling. His lips and tongue were exploring places I hadn't expected them to go, like my pits, which he said were "divine 'cause they have such a sexy smell".

After a while, the nibbling became more intense, and I noticed red marks on my biceps and pecs. I figured my neck would look the same... or worse. But, hey, he was making feel like a fucking king, so it was cool.

When he got down to my Nikes, he slipped them off, then peeled off my socks. "Mmmm," he smiled as he took a couple of long sniffs. "Have you ever thought about bottling your foot odor? Daniel's eau de toesette?"

"Yeah, right."

"Are you ticklish?"

"Don't even fucking think about it! Not even for a second!"

Tickle, tickle, tickle.

"Stop it," I giggled. "Don't doooo that! Stoooooppppp iiiitttt!"

"I'll kiss it better," he laughed as he planted his lips all over my feet. "You have such nice feet, Daniel. They're like everything else about you. And those little, blonde hairs sprinkled on your toes... they're almost invisible... like tiny strands of silk."

What really blew my fucking hair back was when Joshua asked me to stand, face away from him, then touch my toes, while he sat on the sofa just behind me.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Nothing," he said as he parted my ass cheeks. "Just checking for haemorrhoids."

"What the fuck are they?"

"Never mind... you don't have any. Now I can see why you loved to drive Pop wild."

"When I brown-eyed him?"

"He must've gone ballistic."

"He did. So how come you're not?"

"I am. Woohoo!"

Within a second, Joshua's warm, wet tongue was probing my rosebud, and making long, sensuous strokes up and down my ass crack. Jeez, that felt totally, fucking awesome! Wicked! A minute later, he'd cupped my balls in one hand, and was licking them like he hadn't eaten for a week.

"Why is it I'm getting the feeling you like me?" I cracked.

"Shuddup! You're spoiling the romance!"

"This is romance? OK. Cool with me. I can handle it."

"You wanna turn around now?"

"You wanna do it like this?" I asked as I faced him, and watched the big guy gather a strand of pre-cum on his tongue.

"I remember when Paul first blew you. He was reaching up and feeling your chest. That's what I wanna do."

It seemed kinda weird to me that Joshua would wanna be dominated, 'specially since he was a fucking gridiron dude. But, hey, if it was cool with him, it was cool with me. Besides, I liked being the man. It made me feel horny as hell. And it was cool to look down at the face you were fucking.

As Joshua's hands found my pecs, I slid my boner along the length of his handsome face until my balls were draped over his mouth. I watched his tongue emerge and begin licking. Then I placed one foot on the sofa so that my buns were spread. Sure enough, Joshua's busy tongue found its way to my asshole again, then back to my balls. By that stage, I was ready to blow a fucking truckload of boy juice.

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