Monday, May 23, 2016

Straight College Cock-Vince-Part II


Finally, Vince released my head and slowly pulled his still twitching cock out of my throat. His cock was wet and slimy, and a string of spit mixed with cum went from his cock slit to my mouth as he pulled away. I looked up at Vince, who was still wearing his sunglasses, and his face had no expression. His cock was still ¾ hard and he made no attempt to pull up his shorts and boxer briefs. I put my right hand on the top of the work bench to balance myself as I got up off my knees. I looked at Vince and he was still expression less. I looked at his cock again and it was in the same state. I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, and turned to walk out of the garage. “Where you going,” Vince finally spoke. “I haven’t nut since Celia left on Wednesday; that’s three days; I need to fuck…”


I was not expecting this. I wasn’t complaining, but I had to admit I was surprised Vince would be ready to go again. But when I looked down at his cock again, it had gone from ¾ hard to almost full-on. It was still wet from my spit and his cum, and was shiny in the light coming through the opened garage door.


Vince was still standing close to me, and it was easy for him to reach out and touch me. And that’s what he did. With his right hand he reach over, grabbed my waist and turned me around to face the work bench. With his hand still on my waist, Vince went up under my shirt to my belt. “unbuckle and pull ‘em down,” he said, “all the way.” I brought my hands up to my belt, unbuckled, unsnapped my shorts, and pulled them and my boxer briefs down. Once past my ass, my shorts fell easily to my ankles. “Get one leg out,” Vince said in a low voice, “and spread.” I pulled my right leg out of my shorts and boxer briefs, and spread my legs about a foot apart. “Wider,” Vince said, “spread wider.” I spread my legs another foot, then felt Vince’s hand push my upper body forward onto the work bench.


I heard movement behind me and soon felt Vince’s feet pushing against the inside of my own feet. I felt something lukewarm dripping on my ass, then felt Vince’s fingers run up and down my crack. I felt the dripping again, and realized it was his spit. I felt Vince’s feet slide up along mine, closer to the work bench, then felt the head of his cock against my ass. “Spread your ass,” Vince said, again in a low voice, “spread it so I can see your hole.” I moved my hands from the top of the work bench, put them on my ass cheeks, and spread them apart. My hole was now fully exposed to Vince, and I heard him let out a low groan.


I felt Vince put his cock head against my hole, then felt more spit. He ran the head of his swollen cock up and down my ass crack and couple of times, then put the head back against my hole. I heard Vince breath in deeply, then felt his head push into my hole. It was my turn to breath in deep, then I relaxed my hole around his engorged cock and my ass began to pull him in.


“Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck dude….,” Vince groaned out, “so fuckin’ tight….you’re fuckin’ pullin’ me in bro….what the fuuuck??” Vince was soon all the way in my ass, and I could feel his thick pubes brushing against my cheeks. He would pull out slowly, then my ass muscles would grip on to his thick shaft and pull him back in. Vince’s feet pushed against mine, making them go farther apart and spread my ass wider.


Vince moved his left hand to my head, pushed it to the side, and flat against the work bench. He placed his right hand on my shoulder and began to fuck my ass hard. All of Vince’s hard thick 8 inches was plowing deep into my hole, scraping roughly against my prostate. The scraping made my own hard cock leak a continual flow of pre-cum onto the garage floor. The work bench would shake and move with every hard thrust Vince made into my hole. I soon learned that Vince was the best kind of fucker; he fucked with his ass, not his whole body. Vince’s groans and my moans filled the entire garage, and I’m sure out into the driveway. I could hear noise coming from the street or the sidewalk, but didn’t really care who or what it was coming from.


I squeezed my ass muscles hard around Vince’s cock, forcing him to push in harder. “Fuuuck dude….what the fuuuck…how are you so fuckin’ tight….,” Vince would groan out as my ass squeezed harder around his swollen shaft. Vince’s hands were still on my head and shoulders, pushing down hard as he abused my ass over and over.


My hands were on the edge of the work bench for support as Vince plowed in harder and deeper. My legs were spread wide as he pistoned in and out. I took my right hand and moved it down to my own hard leaking cock. With just one stroke the pre-cum flowed out even harder, leaving a heavy pool on the garage floor. I’ve always been able to cum without touching myself while getting fucked, and I knew today would be no exception. I moved my hand from my cock, reached down lower, found Vince’s heavy hairy balls and began to rub. I rubbed his full balls and with my middle finger rubbed against the sweet spot just under his balls.


“FUUUUCK….WHA….WHAT….,” Vince almost yelled out. Vince’s pre-cum was leaking out of my hole and down to his balls, making them slick and wet. I continued to rub, then moved to hand up higher to the base of his cock. I placed my hand flat against the top of his balls and the base of his hard cock, feeling it going in and out of my hole. This was almost too much for Vince to take. “AHHHHH FUUUUUCK BRO…YOU LIKE FEELIN’ MY BIG COCK GOIN’ IN YOUR TIGHT HOLE…., “he groaned out, “FUCK YEA YOU DO….FUUUUCK YESSSSS…”


I kept my hand where it was, alternating between rubbing Vince’s tight balls and squeezing his shaft. This action made his cock grow harder and him fuck more aggressively. Over and over Vince pounded my used hole, making me move farther onto the work bench. Vince would pull me back closer to him with his hands, but after only a few fucks I would be in the same place again. Finally, I moved my hand from his balls and cock and braced myself again against the edge of the bench.


Vince’s fucking was getting slower and harder and I knew he was about to shoot. His groans were deeper and his verbal assaults was more frequent. Vince slowed down to a few hard thrusts, gripping my shoulder tight and pushing my head down hard. “I’M…..GONNA….FUCKIN’…..KNOCK….YOU….UP….,” he groaned out through clenched teeth. Vince pushed in hard one last time and held his cock in. “AHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK,” he yelled, “FUUUUUUUUCK….” Vince’s cock exploded for the second time in an hour, sending his straight seed bouncing off the walls of my hole to deep inside me. I could feel his legs shaking as he unloaded over and over again. I moved my right hand down to his balls again, and they were hard and tight against his body. Vince’s shaft was pulsing and throbbing as his seed shot into me. I kept my hand there and soon felt an overflow of cum run out of my hole, onto his shaft, and down to his balls. I kept rubbing, and Vince kept sending more jizz into me. The feel of Vince unloading into me sent my own cock into eruption. Without touching myself, my balls emptied seven shots under the work bench and onto the wall behind it.


Finally, Vince stopped pumping. His breathing was hard and short and he moved his hands from my head and shoulder and placed them on the work bench for support. Vince’s cock was still deep inside me, but I could tell his hardness was starting to go down. He stepped back a little, and I felt his cock pull out of my ass with an audible sound. Without even pushing, the excess cum Vince had dumped into me flowed out of my hole onto the garage floor. I stayed bent over the work bench, and heard Vince rustling with his shorts behind me. I pushed myself up and stepped back. I looked down at the garage floor, beneath where I’d just been fucked, and saw an area of pre-jizz and cum 6-7 inches around. I pulled my boxer briefs and shorts up, and buckled my belt. I turned around to look at Vince, and saw he was back by his mower, pushing it closer into the garage. He didn’t say a word as he parked the mower and began walking toward the door, into the house. Vince opened the door and started to go inside. About half way in, he turned around and looked at me, his sunglasses still covering his eyes. Not saying a word, Vince looked at me, smirked again, and closed the door behind him.

Straight College Cock-700 East-Vince

It had been two weeks since Cole, Jesse and Trent had blasted their loads down my throat in front of my house. School was keeping me busy, and the only dick I had sucked was Vince, Cole’s brother. Unlike my usual encounters, this one was totally unplanned and initiated by the straight guy.

It was early evening, cool, and I was taking my dogs for their walk. I had three dogs, all on the larger side, and I walked them separately as it was impossible to walk all of them at the same time. As I walked the first two, I noticed Vince was outside mowing his lawn. The first time I could hear the mower running in the back yard, and on the second walk he was on the other side of the house away from me. After finishing the walk with Marley, I hooked Max up and began walking down the driveway to the sidewalk. As I got closer to the corner, I saw Vince was now mowing his front yard. Shirtless, Vince was wearing black basketball shorts, white tennis shoes and sun glasses. He had virtually no hair on his chest, but the hair surrounding his navel gathered into a healthy dark blonde trail that disappeared under the waistband of his basketball shorts. I hadn’t seen Vince since the night of the homecoming party, and when I rounded the corner on the sidewalk he looked up from his mowing, looked at me and smirked. I continued walking down the sidewalk and when I was about in the middle of his house I turned around. Vince was standing in his front yard, mower running, with his hands on his hips. He still had the smirk on his face.

Max and I finished our walk, and I led him to the back yard and unhooked his leash. I walked up my driveway and sat on my front porch. In this position I had a clear shot of Vince and his front yard. Vince was mowing diagonally, so either his back or his front was facing me. On the second diagonal turn, Vince looked in my direction and saw me. I was too far away to see if he was still smirking, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if he was. Each time he finished a row and turned around, he looked in my direction. Vince finished the last row, facing me, cut the mower engine, and stood there looking at me. He looked at me for a couple of minutes, then turned to go into his garage. Getting about half-way to the garage opening, Vince turned around and walked back to his mower. He looked in my direction again, then put his right arm in the air and motioned for me to come over. I slowly walked down my porch steps, and up my driveway to the sidewalk. Vince was standing in the same position as I crossed the street, and walked the short distance down his driveway to where he stood.

“Hey man, what’s up?” I said when I got to Vince. Vince’s head nodded slowly up and down, as if he was looking me over behind his sunglasses. “Go in the garage,” he said in a low voice, “I need your mouth.” I looked into the cluttered garage and didn’t see much space to do anything. “Where at?,” I asked, not really seeing very much space. “Back by the work bench,” Vince responded, still in the low voice, “there’s room back there.” I looked into the garage again, and at the very back, by the door leading into the house, I saw the work bench. I walked in, and walked around stacked tubs, scattered boxes, and exercise equipment to the work bench. The bench was littered with various tools, rags, and a lamp that looked like someone was trying to re-wire. I stopped at the end of the bench, turned around, and saw Vince pushing the mower in. Once it was parked, Vince looked in my direction and walked toward me. Vince was standing beside me, his sunglasses still on. His head nodded up and down again, looking me over. Slowly, Vince brought his right hand up, put it on my shoulder and pushed down. Although we were in the back of the garage, the garage door was still open and there was plenty of light coming in. I was now on my knees in front of Vince, his crotch inches away from my face. “Are you going to close the garage door?,” I asked Vince, looking up at his, hesitating for a minute. “Why?,” he said, as he put his right hand on the back of my head and pulled me into him.

Vince’s crotch was hot from the mowing, and the nylon covering his lower body only intensified the heat. My mouth began to trace his bulge through his underwear and shorts, and Vince pulled my head in harder holding it against him. My mouth worked up and down Vince’s bulge, and it was wet from my tongue and spit. “Ahhhhh yea,” Vince moaned in a low voice, “that’s it….” I could feel his dick growing harder from my mouth, and he began moving my head up and down. Vince finally released my head a little, and I brought my hands up to the waistband of his basketball shorts. As I slowly pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down, I put my mouth against his heavy dark blonde trail. My tongue licked and sucked his hair down to his heavy full bush. I had pulled Vince’s shorts down to reveal about ¾ of his swollen cock, and it was pushing up hard under my chin while I buried my face in his pubes.

I moved down and wrapped my mouth around the base of Vince’s cock, and felt it twitch and jump. With my lips wrapped around the top of his cock base, I began to work down the length of Vince’s shaft, pulling his shorts down farther as I went. His shorts pulled down over his swollen head, and Vince’s cock pushed up strong against my lips. I was working my lips down to his cock head, when Vince pushed my head down and pushed his hard cock into my mouth. “Fuuuuck yesssss,” Vince groaned, as his cock slid into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

Vince grabbed my head with his left hand, while using his right hand to steady himself against the work bench. His hips thrust in slowly at first, sliding all his 8 inches across my tongue and into my throat. Vince’s shaft was hard and twitching, and wet from my spit and his leaking pre-cum. He began to steadily pick up his mouth fucking pace, now using both hands to send his cock down my throat. “Fuck….Fuck….Fuck….,” Vince groaned over and over, as he alternated fucking my throat and pushing his cock in and holding it there. Each time I would deep throat Vince’s cock and he would hold my head against his full pubes, my throat muscles would wrap around him and milk. I would bring my tongue out and run it across his full heavy balls, coating the hair that was growing on them with my spit. This technique was almost too much for Vince, as each time I would do this his “Fucks” got louder and his cock grew harder.

Vince was now full-on skull fucking me, and my nose was buried in his pubes over and over again. With each hard thrust into my throat, Vince would move his feet up onto his toes so he could push in harder. Vince’s hands gripped my head hard as he slammed his full thick 8 inches into my throat. Suddenly his paced slowed, and then picked up again at almost double speed. “I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot dude…,” Vince almost growled out, as he slammed into my throat one final time and held my head tight. “AHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK….FUUUUUUCK…..FUUUUUUCK….,” Vince yelled as his worked over cock exploded into my throat. I could feel his hot quick shots hit the sides of my throat and slide down. I couldn’t tell how much he was coming, but his hips thrust into my face at least six times. Vince held my head tight as he unloaded into my gut, and I breathed easily through my nose. I didn’t even have to swallow as the loads shot straight into my stomach.

Finally, Vince released my head and slowly pulled his still twitching cock out of my throat. His cock was wet and slimy, and a string of spit mixed with cum went from his cock slit to my mouth as he pulled away. I looked up at Vince, who was still wearing his sunglasses, and his face had no expression. His cock was still ¾ hard and he made no attempt to pull up his shorts and boxer briefs. I put my right hand on the top of the work bench to balance myself as I got up off my knees. I looked at Vince and he was still expression less. I looked at his cock again and it was in the same state. I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, and turned to walk out of the garage. “Where you going,” Vince finally spoke. “I haven’t nut since Celia left on Wednesday; that’s three days; I need to fuck…”

Friday, May 20, 2016

Straight High School Cock--Random Group

Homecoming weekend was always huge in the city where I attended college.  The house parties started early on Saturday morning and lasted into Sunday morning.  My house was only a few blocks from campus, and although there was only one rental house on my block, there were several in the block just east of me.  I had become friendly with the guys who lived in the house on the corner, the rental house, and in fact had blown two of them (Danny and Vince) in the alley behind their house. So with homecoming weekend here, the guys had planned a huge party and had invited me to attend. Having seen the friends they ran with, I anticipated a lot of straight guys at the party.  Straight guys with straight cocks.  And the odds were in my favor that I would get to give at least one blowjob that night.  But giving head to a straight college guy was not going to be in the cards for me that night. What transpired was even better.





Although the guys who lived at 700 East could party with the best of them, they had a strict policy: no underage drinking and no drugs.  No drugs of any kind were allowed in their house or at their parties.  I respected them for this.  I had never been into drugs, even pot, and through the years had found that it usually fucked people up pretty good.  I also respected their policy on no underage drinking.  The city had recently really cracked down on parties where underage drinking was going on, and the guys didn't want to take any chances with getting in trouble.



The homecoming game started at 11:00, but the parties started way earlier.  I didn't attend the game, and when people started coming to 700 East around 1:00 I decided I'd go over around 2:00.  By the time I got there, the backyard was full and the house was filling up.  I put my beers in one of the empty iced coolers, grabbed one, and headed to the backyard.  I recognized a lot of the guys, from seeing them come and go to the house in the past.  I talked to a lot of them, but no one guy really caught my attention.  Contrary to what you might think, I don't just get on my knees for the first straight guy that comes along. Something has to click with me for me to go after the guy.  I can't tell you what it is, but it's like a switch that clicks and I know this is the straight guy who's dick I'm going to suck.  So far, that switch wasn't being clicked.





As the afternoon faded and it began to get dark, people started to leave.  With no new guys coming to the party, my chances for sucking straight cock were fading like the sun.  Sometime after it got dark I was standing with Vince and a couple other guys in the backyard.  I don't even remember what we were talking about.  I'm sure it was random bullshit though.  Vince was facing the street when all of a sudden he said "Shit, what's he doing here?"  We all turned to look at who he was talking about and saw three guys, young guys, heading toward our group.  The first thing I noticed about the three was how they looked.  They all had that jock-look to them.  Good builds, confident walks, and my main weakness; baseball caps.  Two of the guys were definitely hot, and the thirds was nice looking just not as hot as the other two.  Vince stepped away from our group and met them about four feet from us.  It wasn't hard to overhear the conversation.  Vince:  "Cole, what are you doing here?  I told you, you couldn't come."  The guy Vince was talking to:  "Awww come on man, just let us stay for a little bit...no one'll even know we're here."  Vince:  "No.  You guys need to go...now."  Guy:  "Fuck man....can't believe you're doing this to your own brother!"  Brother?  That was Vince's brother?


Vince left the guys and walked back over to our group.  I watched as the three guys left the backyard and walked in the direction they had come.  When Vince got back, one of the guys said, "Was that your brother?"  "Yeah," Vince said, "he thought he and his friends could come party.  Fuck they're still in high school and they know the house rules..."  High school? Three high school guys?  Fuck.

The rest of the evening at the party was very uneventful.  No new straight guys came to the party, and by 9:30 I was headed home.  The day seemed like a total bust and I have to admit I was a little down about it.  I couldn't have been more wrong.





I lived about a half block from 700 East, and made the short walk to my house.  As I walked toward my house, I noticed a white car parked in the street directly in front.  As I got closer, I also noticed what looked like lighters being used in the car.  At first I thought the occupants were lighting cigarettes, but I noticed the flames stayed on too long for them to be lighting cigarettes.  Then the odor hit me.  The odor I had smelled many times at many parties.  The people in the car were smoking pot.  My driveway was on the other side of the car, so I had to walk past it to get to my house.  There was a street light about 20 feet west of my driveway, and the area was well lit.  I intentionally walked past the car slow, so I could see who was inside.  As I passed the car, the passenger window rolled down. "Hey man," the person said, "what's up?"  I looked at the person and recognized them immediately.  It was Cole, Vince's brother.  "Hey, how's it going?," I asked.  "Ahhh we're just sittin' here enjoying a little herb...haha," Cole laughed, obviously stoned.  "Have you been here since you left the party?," I asked.  "Ummm yeah haha," he answered back, "figured this was as good a place as any to enjoy haha...right bro's?"  The driver and the passenger in the back both answered back with stoned "fuck yea's."  "So bro...," Cole said to me, "you wanna smoke a little?"  I quickly surveyed the situation that was presenting itself:  three high school guys; two of them very hot, one of them definitely above average; all three of them stoned.  The night was definitely picking up.




"So whatta ya say bro, haha," Cole asked in a drawn out stoner voice.  "Yea," I said looking directly at Cole, "I'm not much on smokin' weed, but I tell ya what...you guys can smoke it up all you want."  Then I added, "And I'll smoke you..."  The driver, Jesse, and Trent, the guy in the backseat, immediately started laughing.  "Dude," Jesse said to Trent, "he wants to smoke us...hahahaha..."  It took longer for my statement to penetrate the pot haze surrounding Cole's brain.  "Ummm yea...haha," Cole said half laughing and half stoner voice, "I don't know what you mean..."  Jesse and Trent started laughing again.  "Bro," Jesse said, "the dude wants to smoke our poles...suck our dicks..."  Again, it took time for what Jesse said to reach Cole's brain.  "Oh," Cole said at first, still obviously confused.  Then, "Ohhhhhhh," he said half smiling and laughing.  "Yea, I bet you do," Cole began, "but I ain't gay bro."  "I'm not gay either man," I said back to him, "but if that kush affects you the same way it does me, you're probably thinking a warm talented mouth would feel pretty good on your dick right about now...am I right?"  "Ummm, well yea," Cole said, "the smoke always does seem to go straight to my junk, but you're a dude!"  "Yea, I am," I told him back, "I'm a dude who loves pussy, but I'm also a dude who likes getting his mouth wrapped around a nice dick every now and then...just to help a bro out."  Cole looked a little confused, still not totally sure of what was taking place.  "Just not really down with that stuff ya know," Cole said.  Then he added laughing, "but find me a chick and she can swallow what I got for as long as she can take it!"
Suddenly I heard a noise from the back seat and the car door open.  "Fuck I'll do it," Trent said as he got out of the car.  "I'm horny as shit.  Hell a mouth's a mouth, it's dark, and I'll just pretend it's Amber."  Before Trent got around to the passenger side of the car, Jesse opened the driver's door. 
"Fuck, if Trent's gonna do it," Jesse said as he got out and started walking around in front of the car, "I'm gonna watch!"




Trent still had a blunt in his hand as he leaned back against the back door on the passenger side of the car; only a couple of feet from Cole.  Trent's left hand went down to his crotch and started rubbing.  From the street light in front of my neighbor's house I could tell he was already hard.  "Here ya go dude," Trent said, taking a hit off his blunt, "you wanted a pole to smoke, come and get it."  I walked the couple of feet to stand in front of Trent, and got down on my knees in the cool grass.  He moved his hand away as my own hand went up and began rubbing the front of Trent's shorts.  He was definitely hard, and from what I could feel he had a nice size dick.  I started to unbuckle his belt, but Trent brought his hand over and stopped me.  "Nah dude," he said, "just unzip me an do it; I don't wanna be bare-assed out here."  I reached up and pulled Trent's zipper down, and his bulge jutted out through his open fly.  He was wearing boxers and I rubbed the front, feeling his hardness with my hand.  There was one button on the fly of Trent's boxers and I quickly undid it.  With my right hand I pushed inside Trent's boxer fly, feeling his still growing cock.  "Ahhhhhh," Trent breathed out as my hand pulled his cock through his fly.  I looked up, and even though it was somewhat dark, I could see Trent's head leaned back against his shoulders.  Trent's cock was a good seven inches, and his dark brown pubes pushed through his fly at the base.  With my hand wrapped around it, I stroked Trent's cock a couple of times, and watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out.  I bent forward and licked the pre-cum off the head of his cock, and felt a shiver go through Trent's body.  "Ahhhhh fuck," Trent said, "yesssss..."


Trent brought his hand to his cock and pushed mine away.  Grabbing it by the base, he aimed his cock at my lips and pushed forward.  The pre-jizz covered head of his cock hit my lips and I opened my mouth taking it in.  Not content with the just the head in my mouth, Trent pushed in deeper until his slimy cock head was pushing against the back of my throat.  I closed my mouth around Trent's hard shaft, opened my throat, and let him go all the way in on the first push, his hand quickly moving out of the way.  "FUUUCK," Trent said, not trying to hide his amazement, "he took my cock all the way down first try!...FUCK!!"  Out of the corner of my eye I saw the blunt Trent was smoking fly to the grass below, as he flicked from his hand.  He quickly put both hands on the back of my head, and began long quick fucks into my throat.  "Goddamn this shit's amazing," Trent panted, as he long-fucked my throat over and over again.  Jesse and Cole weren't saying anything, but I could hear slapping to my right, and I figured Jesse was jacking his cock.


Trent's cock grew hard and deeper in my mouth and throat, and I knew he was getting close.  His pre-jizz flowed heavily to the back of my throat and down into my belly.  I felt Trent's grip on my head get harder and his mouth fucks became shorter and more intense.  "Shit I'm gonna blow dude...," he said through clenched teeth, "I'm fuckin gonna blow!!"  After two more hard throat thrusts, I felt the first shots hitting the back of throat.  Trent pulled my head in hard flat against his pubes, and held his cock in my mouth while he emptied into my gut.  A total of five warm thick load shots coated my throat and slid down into my stomach.  Trent's legs were shaking as he held his spent cock in my mouth, and I could feel him loose his hardness.  Finally, Trent pushed my head back and pulled his cock from my mouth.  His breathing was heavy as he leaned back against the car, and cock was twitching in front of me.  "Fuck," he said, still trying to catch his breath, "just fuck..."


Jesse and Cole still had not said anything, and I looked over at Jesse standing only a couple of feet away.  He was, in fact, jacking his cock and he walked over to me with an almost dazed look in his eyes.  Jesse's cock looked smaller than Trent's, but it also looked thicker and was harder.  His thick blonde pubes were almost invisible in the darkness, but the street light did provide some view.  Jesse was now standing directly in front of me, still jacking.  "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he said in a low hard voice.  I did as Jesse asked, expecting him to shove his hard thick cock into my mouth.  Instead, he stopped jacking and began sliding his hard shaft across my tongue, to the back of my throat, then sliding back again.  I couldn't taste any pre-jizz as Jesse did this, but his cock felt hot against my tongue.  I looked up at him and saw Jesse staring back at me, continuing to slide his pole into my mouth and back again.  Jesse picked up his pace and now began to jack his cock as he slid it across my tongue.  I could hear his breathing get shorter and saw his stomach quickly going in and out.  "Keep your tongue out," Jesse grunted, still breathing hard as he pushed his cock down and across my tongue.  His jacking picked up speed as did the pressure of his dick on my tongue.  "FUCK....FUCK....FUCK...," Jesse suddenly said, right before I felt his cock explode onto my tongue.  He kept jacking and shooting, and saying "FUCK," as he unloaded his high school cum into my mouth.  I stopped counting after five shots, but I know he had at least three more.  "Swallow then stick your tongue back out," Jesse said when he finally stopped shooting.  I did as he asked, and Jesse squeezed out his last drops of cum onto my tongue.  "Swallow, back out," he said again.  This time Jesse put his cock head on the back of my tongue, and slid it forward, completely cleaning his cock of all his cum.  He wiped it two or three times on the tip of my tongue, to make sure all his cum was gone.  When he was finally finished, I heard Jesse chuckle.  "Yea," he said as I looked up at him, "you're pretty good dude..."


Cole was still sitting in the car, in the passenger seat, and still hadn't said anything.  "You're the last one dude," Trent said, obviously to Cole, "you're gonna love that shit!"  Cole didn't say anything, but I could see him looking at Trent, then at Jesse, then at me.  Slowly, Cole opened the passenger door and stepped out onto the grassy curb.  He left the door to the car open.  "Get in," Cole said, pointing to the car and looking at me.  "Get in and close the door."  I walked to the car, slid in, and closed the door.  I noticed that the passenger side window was still down.  Cole walked over to the car and stood in front of the window for a couple of minutes.  I watched as he undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, and pulled them and his boxer briefs down in one pull.  Cole then pulled his T-shirt up, and what I saw was almost too good to be true.  Cole's cock was a good 8 1/2 inches hard, thick, and had a slight downward curve to it.  His dark blonde pubes were thick and heavy around his cock base, and grew upward to a perfect treasure trail.  Taking it all in, I had to admit to myself that it had been awhile since I had seen such a perfect cock on a high school kid.  And it was perfect.  Cole's voice brought me out of my admiring stage.  "You wanna smoke a pole bro," I heard him say outside the car, "let's see how you do smoking this bad boy..."
Cole stood at the car window with his legs pressing against the door.  His cock twitched as I leaned forward to it, already sticking my tongue out.  When my tongue touched the underside of his cock head, Cole's cock jerked up hard, hitting against my nose.  He leaned his hips more forward into the car window, pushing his rock hard cock harder into my face.  "Put your fuckin' mouth on it bro," I heard Cole say, "get it in there..."  I opened my mouth, putting my lips just below his cock head.  My tongue slid over and around the hot head, causing the entire shaft to twitch and jerk.  Cole wasted no time as he pushed his cock into my mouth, going to at least half his 8 1/2 inch length.  His cock was hot and hard, and I worked my tongue up, down, and around his shaft until it was coated with a mixture of my warm spit and his oozing pre-cum.  I heard Cole groan slightly as he continued to push more of his cock into my mouth, and my tongue coated more of his shaft.  "Hold your head still," I heard Cole say in a low deep voice, "I'm gonna fuck your face."
I was on all fours in the backseat and I braced myself with hands against the bench seat, ready for the mouth fuck.  Cole started slow, then picked up his pace as his hard slick cock went deeper into my throat, his downward curve making it easy to slide down.  "Ahhhhh fuck yea," Cole groaned, "just like that dude....just like that..."  Cole's cock slid past the back of tongue and rubbed against my throat.  I moved my head closer to the car window and felt his cock slide past the back of my throat and go down into it.  When Cole's cock hit my throat he groaned again.  "FUCK YESSSS," he moaned, "OHHHH FUUUCK YESSS!!"  Cole picked up his pace of fucking my throat and I could hear his hands moving across the roof of the car trying to steady himself.  Unsuccessful, Cole brought his hands inside the top of the window, turned them over, and gripped the top of the door.  Cole's cock was now going balls deep into my throat, and my each time my nose was being buried in his full, thick blonde pubes.  He continued to fuck in harder, leaving my throat heavily coated with his thick pre-cum.  Three different times Cole shoved his hard wet cock all the way down my throat and held it there.  Each time, instinctively, I brought my tongue out and licked his tight balls as his cock twitched and pulsed in my throat.  "Fuuuuck dude...that tongue though!!," Cole would moan, as more pre-cum slid down my throat.  After the final time he buried his cock in my throat, Cole picked up his pace even more.  "I'm gonna nut dude," he said through clenched teeth, "I'm gonna fuckin nut down your throat..."  Cole shoved in hard three more times, then held his cock in my throat.  My throat muscles clamped around his swollen shaft and began milking.  The vein on the underside of Cole's cock was hard, and then began to pulse.  I reached my right up to feel his balls, and they were tight and hard.  I began to rub between Cole's two balls, going underneath to the sweet spot.  This sent him over the edge.  "FUUUCK HERE IT COMES...," he almost yelled, as he held his cock hard in my throat.  "FUUUUUUUCK!!!!"  Cole's cum blasted out of his swollen cock and went straight into my gut.  His cock twitched and jerked as shot after shot fired out of his fat head.  I didn't even need to swallow, the cum was shooting at such a fast rate.  Cole was still gripping the top of the car door hard as the last of his load emptied into my throat.  His breathing was hard and heavy as he left his cock in my throat, trying to regain his composure. 
Finally, Cole pushed himself away from the car door, pulling his cock out of my throat and mouth.  His right hand went to his semi-hard cock, grabbed the base, and squeezed the last drop of cum out and onto the grass.  His legs not totally steady yet, Cole stepped back a little trying to balance himself.  He reached down and pulled up his boxer briefs and shorts, and tightened his belt.  I opened the car door on the street side, got out, closed the door, and walked around to the grass.  By the time I got there, Cole, Jesse and Trent were on the sidewalk headed back to Vince's house.  As I followed them down the sidewalk to the front of my driveway, I heard the boys talking.  "Damn that dude was hungry dick sucker!," Trent said with a laugh.  Jesse and Cole both laughed in agreement.  I stood in the middle of my driveway and watched as they crossed the street to Vince's house.  Cole was a little behind the other two, and when he got to the middle of the street he turned around to look at me.  He looked at me for a couple of seconds, then cocked his head upward to me.  I returned the gesture, then turned and walked down my driveway to my front porch.  Something told me I just might be seeing Cole again.