Florida, USA
Part 5

"Hold it!" Joshua ordered before springing up from the sofa and dashing into the kitchen. "Creme de menthe!"

He was back in a flash, took a small sip of the green liquid, then sat on the sofa in front of me. For a moment, I looked at his smiling face with my skin-splitting boner pointed straight at his mouth. It prompted me to remember something Kyle had written once in an email. "I've gotta get my dick into something warm and wet." And that's just what I was about to do. Yes!

As soon as Joshua opened his mouth, I saw the creme de menthe sitting on his tongue, like some frog on a pink lily pad, waiting for a fly. Then my swollen knob disappeared between his wet lips.

Yeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwwwww!!!!! The feeling was kinda like strong mint toothpaste on a sensitive tongue. It tingled like crazy, but it was sooooooo cool!

Yeah, yeah, yeah! This was total heaven! I grabbed Joshua's head and began to fuck his face, sliding my boner in and out with each pelvic thrust.

"You OK?"

"Hmmppphhh."

I guessed he meant that he was OK. Not too easy talking with a face full of rock-hard dick. Besides, he'd been a total, fucking animal when he fucked my face.

There were a whole bunch of wild sensations and noises going on. My cockhead was on fire, my fingers were enjoying the feeling of his brown hair with its blonde tips, and the sounds of his sucking and slurping were heightening the thrill. Go Joshua! Keep that tongue happening!

Most of the time, my head was thrown back as I fucked and groaned with the most awesome pleasure. But every now and then, I'd tilt my head forward to watch my spit-covered seven inches gliding between his stretched lips. Woohoo! What a totally fucking hot sight!

"My butt," I said as I raised one knee and planted a foot next to him on the sofa.

Joshua reacted straight away, and grabbed handfuls of my buns. Then his finger found my tight hole, and I felt my ass muscles squeeze it.

Pretty soon, my balls were hugging the base of my shaft, and I sensed the rush about to begin its electrically-charged journey. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I warned, not knowing whether Joshua wanted to swallow or not. Too bad if he didn't. I had a grip on his head that even a grizzly couldn't have broken.

Simultaneously, I thrust my crotch and pulled his face forward. Then my legs went weak, and my toes grabbed the carpet to maintain my balance. I felt my balls connect with his chin as the first wad of boy juice flew outa my piss hole. "Eat me, eat me!" I kept yelling. I could hear him gulping like crazy as my balls emptied their thick, sticky prize into his mouth. Meantime, his finger was still poking around in my ass, which kept squeezing like it was going outa style. Woohoo!

When it was all over, I sat on the floor, exhausted, then laid on my back with my arms behind my head. Joshua got down on his hands and knees, then proceeded to clean my still-hard cock with his tongue.

After kissing me, he looked down at me from about a foot away and smiled. "You're pretty amazing."

"I try."

"I'll get you another beer. Feel like a chat?"

"Cool."

For a couple of hours we talked about all kinds of things; my trip to South Africa and meeting Kyle for the first time, school, my buds at home, my step bro Greg...

"So Greg's straight?"

"As an arrow."

"But you're an exception? I mean like you two guys do stuff together. Right?"

"Isn't there a saying? Something like there's an exception to every rule?"

"Yeah. And you're one of them," he giggled, then took a sip of his grasshopper.

"Do the guys at college know you're gay?"

"I think they might have just the faintest inkling. Oth and I are in charge of the Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual Student Union website."

"How come you do that kinda thing?"

"Why not? It keeps us busy. Eventually, we'd like to do something for ourselves, though."

"Yeah, but I mean why get involved with labels?"

"Running a website isn't about labels... it's about running a website. Do I look like a lesbian?"

"Right now? Naked? No way, Jose. Not with that lazy monster between your legs."

"So how do you define yourself?"

I began to answer his question by raising my shoulders and eyebrows. "Define?" Then I took a sip of beer. "What the fuck is define?"

"I've read your stories. You've never had straight sex."

"What makes you think I won't someday?"

"Would you like to?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On what my dick feels like doing. My dick does all my thinking for me."

"Dicks don't send messages to the brain, Daniel... it's the other way around."

"You sure about that? How come all those bites you gave me are sending messages to my brain? I'm gonna look like a fucking weird colored Dalmatian at Disney World tomorrow."

"Good! You'll be in character."

"Do you have girlfriends?"

"Lots. But we don't have sex, if that's what you mean."

"Why not?"

"Don't ask me. It just doesn't happen. We cuddle and kiss, and all that kinda thing, and we enjoy each other's company, but it's not like Oth and me... or you and me."

"You don't bite your girlfriends?"

"Next question."

"I wonder what would happen if we were blind."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you figure our brain sends messages to our dick. And our brain gets its information from our eyes. Right? So if we were blind, and we couldn't see somebody naked, or even somebody's face, there'd be no message. Correct?"

"Not necessarily. Our brain receives information from all the senses. For example, you could be attracted by the sound of a person's voice, or their vibe, or their smell... touch... all kinds of things."

"So that means we could be attracted to somebody who was ugly... I mean, ugly to look at. That's kinda spooky."

"You think so? Maybe blind people have an advantage. Maybe they're attracted to things that don't age like our bodies do. Anyway, I've heard that the sensitivity of blind people's remaining senses are heightened. Maybe they're better judges than we are. Think about it. For them, there's no such thing as ugly... at least, not in a visual sense."

"OK, smartass, you keep telling me how hot my bod looks. Is that it? Just my bod?"

"Hey, you've got a totally awesome bod. OK? I can't deny that, Daniel. But if that's all you had... I mean, if you were some kinda asshole or dork or whatever, that'd been the end of the section. There's gotta be more."

"Such as?"

Joshua swirled his drink around in the glass, then took a sip before swallowing. "Hmmm. Well, maybe it's got something to do with the things that blind people see with their mind's eye. Know what I mean? Maybe they recognize the things that sighted people eventually see, but only after they've gotten over the initial physical attraction. Actually, that's interesting. Dog's don't rely on sight to figure out whether or not they like you. They mostly rely on their sense of smell. They can figure out whether somebody's cool or uncool in an instant."

"Kyle's like that."

"Kyle goes around sniffing people?"

"My dog, you idiot. I named him Kyle after Kyle. Anyway, you're right. Kyle -- my dog, that is -- can pick an asshole in a second... and it's got nothing to do with the way they look."

"Yours looks pretty cool."

"Fuck off, Joshua. I'm being serious here."

"I know what you mean. But tell me this: If what's on the inside matters most, why do you go to a lotta trouble with the outside... like exercising with your chest expander?"

"I like to look good. I like to keep fit."

"Do you exercise your insides? Your character? Your personality?"

"Nope."

"Oh? I think you do."

"Yeah, right... how can you exercise those things? So now you're gonna tell me there's such a thing as a fucking character expander. Right?"

"Yep. You're looking at it. Me. And others like me."

"How come you can be so fulla shit sometimes, Joshua?"

"You don't have a monopoly on shit, Daniel. Anyway, what I mean is, you've changed a little since you've been here. You've modified your behaviour to suit the circumstances. You've cared enough about my feelings to take them into consideration."

"That's bullshit, Joshua. I've been me all along. No compromise."

"Oh? So when you stormed off in a huff about the Gay Day thing, and I offered you a lift back here, why did you accept?"

"I guess I had a chance to think about it."

"You know something, Daniel? You're a bit of a softie at heart, but you don't want people to see it. You act like a bull in a china shop, but, underneath, you're not really like that at all. You're actually very sensitive."

"Is that what you were thinking when you were tonguing my ass?" Damn! What a fucking lamo thing to say! "Sorry... I didn't mean that."

"There ya go. You've just proved my point."

"'Cause I said I was sorry?"

"Yeah... you realized you were saying something hurtful, and you backed off. Remember when you said that you cared about what I thought of you?"

"Yeah."

"So why do you care what I think? Why not just go ahead and do whatever you wanna do without giving a fuck about me?"

"You cussed."

"You don't have a monopoly on that, either, Daniel. So answer my question."

"So that's what you mean about exercising your insides? Compromising? Caring about what other people think?"

"To a point. If we all cared about everything other people thought, we'd wrap ourselves in cotton wool and hide ourselves away forever. I think what I'm trying to say is that you have respect for other people, and you modify your behaviour accordingly."

"Like with my mom?"

"That's a good example."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. So what does that mean? That I can never be my true self?"

"I guess so. Not unless you wanna live on a deserted island."

"So who am I?"

"Several versions of Daniel... depending on who you happen to be with."

"That sucks."

"I don't think so. If you behaved in a way that didn't take other people's feelings into consideration, you'd be an asshole. That's what I mean about character. By caring about other people, and respecting them, you exercise your character... your insides."

"So how do they look?"

"Pretty good to me."

"Better than my asshole?"

"Hmmm... maybe not quite."

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