Still semi-hard, Danny’s cock left my mouth with a suction sound. He put his hand back on my head, mussing my hair. “Fuck dude,” he began, “I can’t even…” I just looked up at him and smiled. “So you asked me a question before,” I began, “you asked if I was…” Suddenly I was cut off by a noise to my left. Before I had time to finish my question or to turn my head, the noise continued. “Whoa dude…,” the noise said, “what the fuck??”
I immediately recognized the voice as Vince. I tried to move to get up, but Danny kept his hand on my head. I looked up at Danny, and he was looking at Vince, grinning. “It’s about fuckin’ time bro,” he said, “where the hell you been…you missed the best part!” Vince said something back, but I didn’t hear it. I was concentrating on what Danny had just said. “where the hell you been…you missed the best part…” So Danny had this whole thing planned? And Vince was in on it too? Interesting. It appeared the tables had been turned on me. Instead of the hunter, I was the hunted. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about that.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see movement in Vince’s direction. Danny turned my head with his hand, and Vince was standing less than two feet away. His right hand was rubbing his crotch, while his left held a long neck. Danny’s hand held my head firm as Vince walked closer. He’d moved his hand away from his crotch, and his bulge was thick and full. “You gonna take care of me like you did Danny,” Vince asked, his voice just above a whisper. “I have to tell ya,” he added, “I’m a little bigger than Danny…” “Fuck that dude,” I heard Danny laugh. “We’ll let Sam decide…” I heard Vince say.
Vince moved closer to my head until he was only inches from me. Danny’s hand was still on my head as I watched Vince pull down the zipper on the front of his shorts. His dark grey underwear bulged out from his fly, no longer confined. Danny pushed my face into Vince’s crotch, my mouth opening instinctively. Through his underwear, I put my mouth around Vince’s shaft. It was thick and I could feel the heat pushing through. Danny pushed my head up and down Vince’s shaft, as my tongue licked the outline. I could hear Vince’s breathing get a little deeper, and his cock pulsed under my mouth.
Still holding his long neck with his left hand, Vince took his right hand and brushed Danny’s hand from my head. He stepped back a little, undid his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and let them fall to the ground. Vince’s bulge was now fully exposed in his boxer briefs, huge and wet from my mouth. I watched as his hand went dead center to his waste band. Vince pulled his waste band out and down, to just under his balls. He was right; Vince was bigger than Danny. While Danny was probably 7.5 fully hard, Vince looked to be a good 8, maybe more. He was thicker too and had a full bush of dark blonde hair surrounding his cock and balls.
Vince took his cock, already fully hard, in his hand and moved closer to me. My mouth opened and my tongue came out. Vince ran the head around my lips, my tongue moving along the underside of his shaft as he went. Neither Danny or Vince made any sounds as Vince pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, then took it back out. He did this several times, as my tongue ran along the underside of his thick shaft. Each time, Vince would push the head in a little farther, then take it back out. Finally, he pushed all the way in, moved his hand from the base, and his thick cock slid down my throat. “Fuuuck,” Vince moaned, as he put his hand on the back of my head, holding his cock in my throat. “No fuckin’ waayyy…” he moaned in a low voice, as I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth and throat.
Vince threw his long neck on the ground beside him and put his other hand on the back of my head. With my head tight in his grip, Vince slowly pulled his cock out, then pushed it back in. With each push in, a low moan came from him. Every three or four push ins, Vince would hold his cock in my throat and moan longer. “Ahhh…fuck yea…” he would say. Each time he held my head down, I could feel his cock get harder and grow thicker; my throat filling up. Danny was still beside me, but wasn’t saying anything. I could tell from the noise he was making he was jacking off. Vince pulled his cock out of my mouth and began rubbing it on my face. “Put your tongue out,” he said in his low voice. I did and he began slapping his hard thick cock on my tongue. Vince did this a few times, then shoved his cock back into my throat, burying my nose in his thick bush. He took his left hand from the back of my head and put it on my throat, so he could feel his thick cock going in and out. Between Vince’s moans, I could hear Danny moaning beside me, but still not saying anything.
Vince’s hand rubbed up and down my throat, feeling his cock bulging it out. “Fuck that feels nice,” Vince said, almost as if he was thinking out loud. “so fuckin’ nice…” Vince began fucking my throat a little faster and a little harder; going deeper with each thrust. Each time I would breath in through my mouth, opening my throat up to accommodate his thick cock. Vince’s breathing was getting heavier and his cock getting harder. His balls were drawing up in their sack, and I could tell he was getting close. Danny’s breathing was also getting louder, and I figured he was close as well.
“Fuuck I’m gonna nut…” Vince said all of a sudden, “I’m gonna fuckin’ nut…” His cock swelled in my throat and I prepared myself for his heavy load. To my surprise he pulled his hard thick cock out of my mouth, jacked it a couple of times, and began shooting his load on my face. “Ahhhh fuuuck yea…” Vince moaned as he jacked his cock and the first few shots hit me. “Fuuuuck dude take it…” As Vince’s load hit my face, I heard intense moaning to my left and felt something wet hit my cheek and the side of my neck. Danny had shot another load, this time on me. Vince continued to jack his load onto my face, then slap his cock head on my tongue. I moved my head forward, taking his cock into my mouth to suck out the last of his load. Vince’s cock must have been sensitive after shooting, because he pulled back a little from my mouth. I pulled off and used my tongue to clean his cock head and shaft. Vince shivered as I worked my tongue.
Vince stepped back away from me, pulled his boxer briefs back up over his balls, and bent down and pulled his shorts up. I looked to my left and saw Danny buckling his belt. Still on my knees, Danny walked past me and walked past Vince. He slapped Vince on the shoulder as he passed him, and made a little chuckle. I looked up at Vince and he had a smile on his face. He didn’t look down at me. I watched him as he turned to go back into the house. “Yea,” I heard him say. “Fuck yea.”
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Friday, May 30, 2014
They're Not All Big.....
As I was looking through my blog, I realized that almost all, if not all, of the guys in my stories have big dicks. As much as I'd like to think it's so, we all know that not all straight high school and college guys are like that. So to let you know that my hunt hasn't always ended with me bagging a "big one," I'm in process of writing a story about me getting a straight dick that wasn't in the "porn star" range! Look for it soon. And thanks again for giving me such awesome feedback about my stories!!
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Thursday, May 29, 2014
THANK YOU!!
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Monday, May 26, 2014
Straight High School Cock--Cameron
Bart and I hadn’t seen each other for almost a month. He and my sister were taking one of their “breaks,” and I figured he’d been busy getting ready for college in the fall. I’d see him sometimes in the halls at school, and he’d smile at me and kind of shrug his shoulders; as if to say “dude I’m not sure what’s going on…” One Friday, sixth hour, Bart texted me. “Hey bud,” it said, “can you meet me at my truck after school…got a question for you…” I texted back “sure man,” and was hoping the question involved him, his cock, and my throat. The rest of sixth and all of seventh hour drugged by.
My seventh hour teacher held me over after class to talk to me about the report I had turned in the previous day. Ten minutes later I was headed to parking lot and saw Bart leaning up against his truck talking to Elaina Hamilton, another senior. As soon as I walked up, Elaina reached up and rubbed Bart’s arm, smiled at me, and walked away. Bart looked at Elaina walking away, then looked at me and smiled. “We both know what she wants, huh bud!” “Yeah,” I smiled back. “You can’t blame her though!” Bart just laughed. “Hey listen,” Bart began, “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to hang for a few weeks…it’s been crazy busy for me!” “It’s cool man,” I said to him, “I totally understand.” Bart smiled big and reached up and squeezed my shoulder. “That’s what I like about you Sam…you’re so easy going!” “Like I said,” he continued, “I feel bad about not hanging so I wanna make it up to you this weekend.”
My heart started pounding at the thought of being along again with Bart. He had been almost totally on my mind the past few weeks, and the loads I had shot thinking about him were too many to count. “Do you remember Cameron Haisley?,” Bart went on. “He was our shortstop for three years and moved last year…” “Yeah kinda,” I told him. I did vaguely remember Cameron, but to be honest my concentration on the team had been mostly on Bart. “Well,” Bart said, “Cameron’s coming back for the weekend and I thought it’d be cool if the three of us hung out…get some pizza, maybe go see The Dark Knight…” My heart sank a little at the thought of having to share Bart’s company with someone else. “Hell yeah,” I said putting on my best fake smile, “that’d be awesome!” “Sweet,” Bart smiled back, “we’ll get ya about 6...is that cool?” “Yes sir,” I replied still fake-smiling. I guess I wasn’t going to get that alone time after all.
My parents had a long list of chores for me to do on Saturday, and the morning and afternoon went by quick. Even though I was busy, I still had Bart on my mind. My mood was still kind of low at the thought of him and me not hanging by ourselves. I finished my chores, showered, and threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. About five till six I heard a horn beep twice outside, looked out my bedroom window, and saw Bart’s truck in the driveway. I came downstairs, told my parents I’d be home late, and headed out the door. As I walked to Bart’s truck, the passenger door opened and a guy got out. He was a little taller than Bart, had dark blonde hair sticking out under his ball cap, and was smiling as soon as he got out. The closer I got to Cameron the harder I was trying to remember him. The shortstop I remembered from the team wasn’t this tall…or this hot. As soon as I got to the passenger door, Cameron stuck out his hand. “Sam,” he said, “I don’t think we ever met, but I’ve heard a lot about you!” The smile on his face was accompanied by a little chuckle. “Really,” I said, looking in the truck at Bart. “Come on bud,” Bart said smiling, “we got places to go!” I slid in the cab of the truck next to Bart, and Cameron got in behind me. “It’s good to see you!,” Bart said, slapping my leg. “This is gonna be one hell of a night!,” he continued loudly, slapping the steering wheel. “Fuck yeah it is,” Cameron joined in, “one hell of a night!”
Over pizza I got filled in more about Cameron and his history with Bart. They’d been friends since junior high, when Cameron and his family moved next door to Bart. I learned a lot about their friendship, the most interesting that they both lost their virginity the same night…to the same girl. During this topic of conversation, Cameron’s left hand was in his lap almost the entire time. I’d been observing guys long enough to know what was going on with that. Talking about Bart and Cameron banging the same chick, the same night, was turning Cameron on and he had to make “adjustments” to accommodate that. We finished our pizza, got up to leave, and Cameron’s hard-on was still somewhat visible in his jeans. This time he made no adjustments and no attempts to hide it, and I couldn‘t keep from stealing quick looks at it. Luckily, Cameron never caught me looking. As we were waiting at the counter to pay, I looked at Cameron’s crotch one more time. As my eyes went from his crotch to his face, to make sure I was once again safe, I saw Cameron looking at me. He smiled, reached down, and adjusted himself one more time. I immediately thought of what Cameron had said in the truck when they picked me up: “Fuck yeah…it’s gonna be one hell of a night…”
We drove to the one-screen movie theater in town and as soon as we turned the corner I knew it was going to be a bust. The movie started at 8:10, it was now 7:50, and a single line to buy tickets was stretched half way down the block. “Fuck!!,” Bart said, “I had no idea it’d be this busy on a weeknight!” “Damn bro,” Cameron stated back, “guess we shoulda bought the tickets earlier!” “Well, I guess we’ll have to go to Plan B,” Bart said in a not-to-disappointed voice. “What’s Plan B?,” I asked. “I packed a few beers in the cooler in the back,” Bart answered, “and I thought after the show we could park somewhere, relax, and throw back a few…” “But it looks like we’re gonna be doing that sooner than later!” Even though Bart was a senior I knew it wasn’t impossible for him to score some brew if he really wanted to. In a small town there’s always somebody willing to buy it for you if you throw ‘em a little extra cash. “Yup, looks like it,” Cameron replied back, “you cool with that Sam?” “Sure,” I answered, “you got enough?” “Sure do little bro,” Bart said slapping my knee again, “long as you don’t slam more than 18!” All three of us laughed at Bart’s statement, but Bart laughed the loudest. He knew when it came to alcohol I was pretty much a lightweight.
Living in a smaller town in the country it wasn’t too hard to find a back road or a deserted road to park. Bart and I had done plenty of exploring with this topic before and he seemed to know every place to go. A couple of miles east of town Bart turned off the highway onto Farm Road 174. A few miles down that road he turned onto a gravel road, then onto another gravel road off that. We drove on that road about a mile until I saw it dead ended. “Damn son,” Cameron said laughing, “you think we’re far enough out?!” “Shut it,” Bart said laughing, “just making sure we don’t get caught…last thing I need is an MIP before college!” We were about half way to the dead end when the truck abruptly stopped. “What the…,” Bart said, looking at the dashboard and the instruments. He turned the ignition off and turned it on again, but the engine just turned. Bart did this a few more times and I finally spoke up. “Dude, I think you’re outta gas…” “No fuckin way,” Bart almost yelled back, “I can’t be!” I looked at the gas gauge again and it was all the way into the red pointing on “E.” “Ummm yeah,” I said, “I think you are.” “Fuck!!,” Bart yelled, slamming his fist on the dash. Cameron just chuckled. After a few minutes of silence, Bart spoke. “Ok, here’s the plan…my uncle lives about a quarter mile down 174...where we turned off…I’ll walk to his house and get some gas.” “Cause I’m sure not walkin all fuckin way into town!” We all got out of the truck and Bart looked at his watch. “It shouldn’t take me too long,” he said, “You guys enjoy some brew and I’ll be back in a few…” Bart turned the headlights off, but there was a full moon that lit up the road and woods around us. Cameron grabbed the cooler from the bed of the truck, carried it to the back, pulled the tailgate down, and threw the cooler on the tailgate. Opening the lid, he pushed the cooler back a little, and grinned real big. He grabbed a long neck for himself, brushed the ice off and said “help yourself dude…the bar is open!” Bart was about half way down the road but he still heard Cameron. He stopped, turned around, and looked at us. “Fuckers,” he said.
Cameron and I spent the next minutes drinking, talking about college, girls, and laughing. Cameron talked most about all the “hot pussy” at his school. Not knowing Cameron that well, I was really enjoying spending time with him. I just sat and listened, letting the beer take it’s affect on me. I’d already reached into the cooler twice and was starting to feel pretty good. I’m not exactly sure when the topic of conversation changed, cause like I said when it comes to alcohol I’m pretty much a lightweight. But I do know that sometime between my second and third beer the conversation did change. Drastically.
Cameron had grabbed another beer from the cooler and slid off the tailgate of the truck, leaning against it. He reached up and turned his ball cap around, putting it on backwards. He took a swig of his beer, looked at me and grinned. “So, Sam,” Cameron began, “Bart told me about the ’arrangement’ you and him have…” “Oh yeah?,” I asked, “and what‘s that?” I knew what he was talking about, but with a few beers in me if we were going to play this game I wanted Cameron come out and say it. “Dude you know what I‘m talkin’ about,” Cameron said, looking at me. “Ummm, if you’re talking about Bart and my sister…dude I didn’t have anything to do with that…,” I replied back. “No,” Cameron said, “that’s not what I’m talkin’ about.” “So, what is it then?,” I asked. Cameron was silent for a bit, looking off into the woods. Finally he spoke. “He tells me you give head better than any chick he’s every had.” “Now I’ve never had a dude suck my dick, or even thought about it for that matter, but Bart’s trying to convince me that a mouth’s a mouth and it don’t matter who it belongs to…” In the middle of talking, Cameron looked back at me, adjusted his ball cap, and grinned. “So I’m kinda thinking that Bart’s full of shit and just trying to pull one over on me,” he said. He looked of into the woods again and continued. “I’m thinking there’s no way he’s gonna let a dude suck his dick and there’s no way that a dude gives better head than a chick.” Then Cameron looked back at me again, looking right into my eyes. “You know,” he said, “Bart’s not gonna be back for a while…”
Yeah I could blame it on my alcohol lightweight, but the truth is Cameron was hot as fuck and the thought of showing him just how right Bart was, was too overpowering for me. My head was little light as I slid off the tailgate and swayed a little on my feet. I set my beer on the tailgate and turned, standing in front of Cameron. I looked at him and he just looked back at me, still right into my eyes. I squatted down in from of Cameron and ran my hand over the front of his jeans. I could feel his dick start to grow as my hand moved up and down. I looked up at him and he adjusted his ball cap again; still no expression on his face. As I continued to work my hands over the front of his crotch, Cameron downed the last of his beer from the long neck and reached for another one.
My hands unbuckled Cameron’s belt, and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. I slowly pulled them down to mid-thigh, exposing his black boxer briefs. From my rubbing, and likely anticipation, Cameron’s dick was hard and the head was sticking out of the top of the waist band. I leaned forward and licked the exposed head, and heard Cameron let out a deep sigh. I reached my hands up to either side of Cameron’s waist, tucked my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and slowly pulled them down. His dick, now full blown hard, swayed down with his briefs and I stopped it with my tongue. I felt a shiver go through Cameron’s body, and he let out a deep low sigh. I leaned my head back a little, wanting to get a look at what I was about to undertake. From the brightness of the full moon, what I saw was amazing. Cameron’s cock was a solid 8 ½ inches and had to be at least 6 around. His pubes were dark blond and thick, surrounding his dick and balls, and disappeared in a trail under the bottom of his long-sleeved T. I looked back at his dick and it jutted out full and hard, with a small flow of pre-jizz coming out of the head. I put my tongue on the underside of Cameron’s cock and slowly licked up and over the slit, tasting his pre-cum. He let out a low moan as I pulled his boxer briefs down to his ankles. Cameron widened his stance with his legs and pushed his cock closer to my face.
My lips quickly closed around his swollen head and Cameron’s hand went to my head. He began pushing his cock into my mouth and I kept my lips wrapped tight around his shaft as he pushed in. I felt Cameron’s cock head hit the back of my throat and slide easily down. He moaned again as he slowly pulled his hard shaft out and slid it back again. I opened my throat as Cameron’s full thick 8 ½ inches slid down. He began to slowly pick up speed, and my hands went to his ass pulling more of him into my mouth and throat. Cameron’s breathing was getting heavier, and a low “fuuuuck” escaped from his lips again and again. I could feel Cameron’s pre-jizz flow out of the head of his cock and slide down my throat as he pushed more of himself into my mouth. Again and again Cameron’s hard 8 ½ inches was buried deep in my throat. My nose pressed against his thick dark blonde pubes and his full heavy balls hit my chin as he began to face fuck me full on. Cameron’s breathing was short and heavy as his cock plowed deeper and deeper into my throat. I looked up at him and saw his head was thrown back and his mouth half opened. Cameron pushed in harder and deeper, holding my head tight with both hands. The only noise on the dead-end road was the wet sloppy sound of Cameron’s cock being shoved deep into my throat. Then I head another sound. “Fuck dude,” Cameron said, almost out of breath, “you’re takin all my shit man!!”
Not to long after I felt Cameron’s cock grow even harder and thicker in my mouth and throat. His balls, that had swung loosely against my chin, began to draw up closer to his body. Cameron picked up speed with the full-on assault of my mouth and throat. He began to grunt louder as he slammed his pubes against my nose, burying his cock deeper with each slam. “Fuck dude….this is fuckin’ it…,” Cameron suddenly yelled out, gripping my head tight. The words had barely left his mouth when the eruption began. “AWWWW FUUUUCK…..,” Cameron yelled out as the first three shots pistoned out of his swollen shaft, forcefully hitting the back of my throat, and racing into my gut. I clamped my throat muscles hard around his thick rod, milking his shaft as more shots fired out. “FUUUUCCCKKK…,” Cameron yelled over and over again as his heavy balls emptied into my stomach. He tried to slowly pull out, but his cock was locked in my throat. Cameron’s groans turned to whimpers as my throat continued to milk his shaft. “Fuck….dude….so sensitive…fuck…,” he said in a low voice. “Ahhhh….fuuuccckkk…” I finally relaxed my throat, and Cameron reluctantly pulled out. His cock, still half hard after the assault, made a “plop” sound as it left my mouth. Cameron fell back onto the tailgate of the truck, almost melting into it. His stomach was moving up and down hard, as he tried to gain his composure. His cock continued to twitch as it tried to gain it’s own control, and not knowing exactly what to do out of the warm wet home it had been in. Still on my knees, I reached up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked up at Cameron and at first he just looked back at me, expressionless. I watched as he reached down, pulled up his black boxer briefs, then his jeans. Then Cameron grinned. “Damn dude,” he said looking at me and adjusting his ball cap again. He reached over, grabbed the beer he’d been drinking, and offered it to me. “Need a drink?,” he said.
My seventh hour teacher held me over after class to talk to me about the report I had turned in the previous day. Ten minutes later I was headed to parking lot and saw Bart leaning up against his truck talking to Elaina Hamilton, another senior. As soon as I walked up, Elaina reached up and rubbed Bart’s arm, smiled at me, and walked away. Bart looked at Elaina walking away, then looked at me and smiled. “We both know what she wants, huh bud!” “Yeah,” I smiled back. “You can’t blame her though!” Bart just laughed. “Hey listen,” Bart began, “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to hang for a few weeks…it’s been crazy busy for me!” “It’s cool man,” I said to him, “I totally understand.” Bart smiled big and reached up and squeezed my shoulder. “That’s what I like about you Sam…you’re so easy going!” “Like I said,” he continued, “I feel bad about not hanging so I wanna make it up to you this weekend.”
My heart started pounding at the thought of being along again with Bart. He had been almost totally on my mind the past few weeks, and the loads I had shot thinking about him were too many to count. “Do you remember Cameron Haisley?,” Bart went on. “He was our shortstop for three years and moved last year…” “Yeah kinda,” I told him. I did vaguely remember Cameron, but to be honest my concentration on the team had been mostly on Bart. “Well,” Bart said, “Cameron’s coming back for the weekend and I thought it’d be cool if the three of us hung out…get some pizza, maybe go see The Dark Knight…” My heart sank a little at the thought of having to share Bart’s company with someone else. “Hell yeah,” I said putting on my best fake smile, “that’d be awesome!” “Sweet,” Bart smiled back, “we’ll get ya about 6...is that cool?” “Yes sir,” I replied still fake-smiling. I guess I wasn’t going to get that alone time after all.
My parents had a long list of chores for me to do on Saturday, and the morning and afternoon went by quick. Even though I was busy, I still had Bart on my mind. My mood was still kind of low at the thought of him and me not hanging by ourselves. I finished my chores, showered, and threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. About five till six I heard a horn beep twice outside, looked out my bedroom window, and saw Bart’s truck in the driveway. I came downstairs, told my parents I’d be home late, and headed out the door. As I walked to Bart’s truck, the passenger door opened and a guy got out. He was a little taller than Bart, had dark blonde hair sticking out under his ball cap, and was smiling as soon as he got out. The closer I got to Cameron the harder I was trying to remember him. The shortstop I remembered from the team wasn’t this tall…or this hot. As soon as I got to the passenger door, Cameron stuck out his hand. “Sam,” he said, “I don’t think we ever met, but I’ve heard a lot about you!” The smile on his face was accompanied by a little chuckle. “Really,” I said, looking in the truck at Bart. “Come on bud,” Bart said smiling, “we got places to go!” I slid in the cab of the truck next to Bart, and Cameron got in behind me. “It’s good to see you!,” Bart said, slapping my leg. “This is gonna be one hell of a night!,” he continued loudly, slapping the steering wheel. “Fuck yeah it is,” Cameron joined in, “one hell of a night!”
Over pizza I got filled in more about Cameron and his history with Bart. They’d been friends since junior high, when Cameron and his family moved next door to Bart. I learned a lot about their friendship, the most interesting that they both lost their virginity the same night…to the same girl. During this topic of conversation, Cameron’s left hand was in his lap almost the entire time. I’d been observing guys long enough to know what was going on with that. Talking about Bart and Cameron banging the same chick, the same night, was turning Cameron on and he had to make “adjustments” to accommodate that. We finished our pizza, got up to leave, and Cameron’s hard-on was still somewhat visible in his jeans. This time he made no adjustments and no attempts to hide it, and I couldn‘t keep from stealing quick looks at it. Luckily, Cameron never caught me looking. As we were waiting at the counter to pay, I looked at Cameron’s crotch one more time. As my eyes went from his crotch to his face, to make sure I was once again safe, I saw Cameron looking at me. He smiled, reached down, and adjusted himself one more time. I immediately thought of what Cameron had said in the truck when they picked me up: “Fuck yeah…it’s gonna be one hell of a night…”
We drove to the one-screen movie theater in town and as soon as we turned the corner I knew it was going to be a bust. The movie started at 8:10, it was now 7:50, and a single line to buy tickets was stretched half way down the block. “Fuck!!,” Bart said, “I had no idea it’d be this busy on a weeknight!” “Damn bro,” Cameron stated back, “guess we shoulda bought the tickets earlier!” “Well, I guess we’ll have to go to Plan B,” Bart said in a not-to-disappointed voice. “What’s Plan B?,” I asked. “I packed a few beers in the cooler in the back,” Bart answered, “and I thought after the show we could park somewhere, relax, and throw back a few…” “But it looks like we’re gonna be doing that sooner than later!” Even though Bart was a senior I knew it wasn’t impossible for him to score some brew if he really wanted to. In a small town there’s always somebody willing to buy it for you if you throw ‘em a little extra cash. “Yup, looks like it,” Cameron replied back, “you cool with that Sam?” “Sure,” I answered, “you got enough?” “Sure do little bro,” Bart said slapping my knee again, “long as you don’t slam more than 18!” All three of us laughed at Bart’s statement, but Bart laughed the loudest. He knew when it came to alcohol I was pretty much a lightweight.
Living in a smaller town in the country it wasn’t too hard to find a back road or a deserted road to park. Bart and I had done plenty of exploring with this topic before and he seemed to know every place to go. A couple of miles east of town Bart turned off the highway onto Farm Road 174. A few miles down that road he turned onto a gravel road, then onto another gravel road off that. We drove on that road about a mile until I saw it dead ended. “Damn son,” Cameron said laughing, “you think we’re far enough out?!” “Shut it,” Bart said laughing, “just making sure we don’t get caught…last thing I need is an MIP before college!” We were about half way to the dead end when the truck abruptly stopped. “What the…,” Bart said, looking at the dashboard and the instruments. He turned the ignition off and turned it on again, but the engine just turned. Bart did this a few more times and I finally spoke up. “Dude, I think you’re outta gas…” “No fuckin way,” Bart almost yelled back, “I can’t be!” I looked at the gas gauge again and it was all the way into the red pointing on “E.” “Ummm yeah,” I said, “I think you are.” “Fuck!!,” Bart yelled, slamming his fist on the dash. Cameron just chuckled. After a few minutes of silence, Bart spoke. “Ok, here’s the plan…my uncle lives about a quarter mile down 174...where we turned off…I’ll walk to his house and get some gas.” “Cause I’m sure not walkin all fuckin way into town!” We all got out of the truck and Bart looked at his watch. “It shouldn’t take me too long,” he said, “You guys enjoy some brew and I’ll be back in a few…” Bart turned the headlights off, but there was a full moon that lit up the road and woods around us. Cameron grabbed the cooler from the bed of the truck, carried it to the back, pulled the tailgate down, and threw the cooler on the tailgate. Opening the lid, he pushed the cooler back a little, and grinned real big. He grabbed a long neck for himself, brushed the ice off and said “help yourself dude…the bar is open!” Bart was about half way down the road but he still heard Cameron. He stopped, turned around, and looked at us. “Fuckers,” he said.
Cameron and I spent the next minutes drinking, talking about college, girls, and laughing. Cameron talked most about all the “hot pussy” at his school. Not knowing Cameron that well, I was really enjoying spending time with him. I just sat and listened, letting the beer take it’s affect on me. I’d already reached into the cooler twice and was starting to feel pretty good. I’m not exactly sure when the topic of conversation changed, cause like I said when it comes to alcohol I’m pretty much a lightweight. But I do know that sometime between my second and third beer the conversation did change. Drastically.
Cameron had grabbed another beer from the cooler and slid off the tailgate of the truck, leaning against it. He reached up and turned his ball cap around, putting it on backwards. He took a swig of his beer, looked at me and grinned. “So, Sam,” Cameron began, “Bart told me about the ’arrangement’ you and him have…” “Oh yeah?,” I asked, “and what‘s that?” I knew what he was talking about, but with a few beers in me if we were going to play this game I wanted Cameron come out and say it. “Dude you know what I‘m talkin’ about,” Cameron said, looking at me. “Ummm, if you’re talking about Bart and my sister…dude I didn’t have anything to do with that…,” I replied back. “No,” Cameron said, “that’s not what I’m talkin’ about.” “So, what is it then?,” I asked. Cameron was silent for a bit, looking off into the woods. Finally he spoke. “He tells me you give head better than any chick he’s every had.” “Now I’ve never had a dude suck my dick, or even thought about it for that matter, but Bart’s trying to convince me that a mouth’s a mouth and it don’t matter who it belongs to…” In the middle of talking, Cameron looked back at me, adjusted his ball cap, and grinned. “So I’m kinda thinking that Bart’s full of shit and just trying to pull one over on me,” he said. He looked of into the woods again and continued. “I’m thinking there’s no way he’s gonna let a dude suck his dick and there’s no way that a dude gives better head than a chick.” Then Cameron looked back at me again, looking right into my eyes. “You know,” he said, “Bart’s not gonna be back for a while…”
Yeah I could blame it on my alcohol lightweight, but the truth is Cameron was hot as fuck and the thought of showing him just how right Bart was, was too overpowering for me. My head was little light as I slid off the tailgate and swayed a little on my feet. I set my beer on the tailgate and turned, standing in front of Cameron. I looked at him and he just looked back at me, still right into my eyes. I squatted down in from of Cameron and ran my hand over the front of his jeans. I could feel his dick start to grow as my hand moved up and down. I looked up at him and he adjusted his ball cap again; still no expression on his face. As I continued to work my hands over the front of his crotch, Cameron downed the last of his beer from the long neck and reached for another one.
My hands unbuckled Cameron’s belt, and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. I slowly pulled them down to mid-thigh, exposing his black boxer briefs. From my rubbing, and likely anticipation, Cameron’s dick was hard and the head was sticking out of the top of the waist band. I leaned forward and licked the exposed head, and heard Cameron let out a deep sigh. I reached my hands up to either side of Cameron’s waist, tucked my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and slowly pulled them down. His dick, now full blown hard, swayed down with his briefs and I stopped it with my tongue. I felt a shiver go through Cameron’s body, and he let out a deep low sigh. I leaned my head back a little, wanting to get a look at what I was about to undertake. From the brightness of the full moon, what I saw was amazing. Cameron’s cock was a solid 8 ½ inches and had to be at least 6 around. His pubes were dark blond and thick, surrounding his dick and balls, and disappeared in a trail under the bottom of his long-sleeved T. I looked back at his dick and it jutted out full and hard, with a small flow of pre-jizz coming out of the head. I put my tongue on the underside of Cameron’s cock and slowly licked up and over the slit, tasting his pre-cum. He let out a low moan as I pulled his boxer briefs down to his ankles. Cameron widened his stance with his legs and pushed his cock closer to my face.
My lips quickly closed around his swollen head and Cameron’s hand went to my head. He began pushing his cock into my mouth and I kept my lips wrapped tight around his shaft as he pushed in. I felt Cameron’s cock head hit the back of my throat and slide easily down. He moaned again as he slowly pulled his hard shaft out and slid it back again. I opened my throat as Cameron’s full thick 8 ½ inches slid down. He began to slowly pick up speed, and my hands went to his ass pulling more of him into my mouth and throat. Cameron’s breathing was getting heavier, and a low “fuuuuck” escaped from his lips again and again. I could feel Cameron’s pre-jizz flow out of the head of his cock and slide down my throat as he pushed more of himself into my mouth. Again and again Cameron’s hard 8 ½ inches was buried deep in my throat. My nose pressed against his thick dark blonde pubes and his full heavy balls hit my chin as he began to face fuck me full on. Cameron’s breathing was short and heavy as his cock plowed deeper and deeper into my throat. I looked up at him and saw his head was thrown back and his mouth half opened. Cameron pushed in harder and deeper, holding my head tight with both hands. The only noise on the dead-end road was the wet sloppy sound of Cameron’s cock being shoved deep into my throat. Then I head another sound. “Fuck dude,” Cameron said, almost out of breath, “you’re takin all my shit man!!”
Not to long after I felt Cameron’s cock grow even harder and thicker in my mouth and throat. His balls, that had swung loosely against my chin, began to draw up closer to his body. Cameron picked up speed with the full-on assault of my mouth and throat. He began to grunt louder as he slammed his pubes against my nose, burying his cock deeper with each slam. “Fuck dude….this is fuckin’ it…,” Cameron suddenly yelled out, gripping my head tight. The words had barely left his mouth when the eruption began. “AWWWW FUUUUCK…..,” Cameron yelled out as the first three shots pistoned out of his swollen shaft, forcefully hitting the back of my throat, and racing into my gut. I clamped my throat muscles hard around his thick rod, milking his shaft as more shots fired out. “FUUUUCCCKKK…,” Cameron yelled over and over again as his heavy balls emptied into my stomach. He tried to slowly pull out, but his cock was locked in my throat. Cameron’s groans turned to whimpers as my throat continued to milk his shaft. “Fuck….dude….so sensitive…fuck…,” he said in a low voice. “Ahhhh….fuuuccckkk…” I finally relaxed my throat, and Cameron reluctantly pulled out. His cock, still half hard after the assault, made a “plop” sound as it left my mouth. Cameron fell back onto the tailgate of the truck, almost melting into it. His stomach was moving up and down hard, as he tried to gain his composure. His cock continued to twitch as it tried to gain it’s own control, and not knowing exactly what to do out of the warm wet home it had been in. Still on my knees, I reached up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked up at Cameron and at first he just looked back at me, expressionless. I watched as he reached down, pulled up his black boxer briefs, then his jeans. Then Cameron grinned. “Damn dude,” he said looking at me and adjusting his ball cap again. He reached over, grabbed the beer he’d been drinking, and offered it to me. “Need a drink?,” he said.
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