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Chapter 2: Snack Time

It was like a switch had flipped. Suddenly, he was saying “Morning” to me and bringing me bagels, like he literally wanted to hang out with me now. I had been so afraid that being gay was going to “ruin my life” somehow, but my first experience sucking Ben’s dick had only seemed to foster a connection of some sort. 

After some more brief nudity in the morning, before and after our showers, we actually walked to school together. He talked about his friends and what it was like playing football. It was surreal getting some insight into his life. He had always been this distant, unapproachable entity at school, and I was just sort of a regular guy, thin and lacking athletic ability. I wasn’t short, at least for my age, but he was a physical behemoth and a generally intimidating guy, without even trying.

Upon getting to know him better, the first thing I learned was that he was sort of dumb. It finally hit me that he was never being intentionally mean to me by dismissing me around school or around the house. His nonchalance was born completely from being sort of a simple guy. He knew how to play sports, throw balls far, push his body the extra mile, but beyond that, the world was just a simple mechanism for him, not worth exploring further. He asked me for help with math, and I discovered that he was at the same level of math as me, even though he was two grades above me. 

After school, I literally helped him through angles, sine, cosine, tangent, all that basic crap we learned at the beginning of the year, yet he was still struggling with. 

Being close to him while we studied was its own distraction. I randomly reached for his thigh at one point, unable to contain myself. He didn’t react to it at all, his brow remaining furrowed as he tried to figure out a problem.

I moved my hand up to his obscene bulge, and he just nudged my hand away without saying anything. Later, I thought to myself. I can wait.

When bedtime came, he got naked, as usual, and plopped onto his bed, this time face down. I looked over at the big, round protruding butt jutting up into the air behind him. I waited for a signal, for him to turn over and show me his big dick. 

It was like he was exhausted, like he didn’t want to use my mouth tonight. I wondered if he was feeling down about math, if I had been patronizing or something like that. I didn’t know if it was about me at all, but I felt severely disappointed. I had been thinking about his dick all day, and for the first time in my life, I took things into my own hands, literally.

I walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. He didn’t move, and I placed my open palms onto his glutes. He let me, like he was just going to let it happen. I rubbed the big mounds individually, in wide circles, watching his hole appear and disappear between the melons of muscle as I toyed with the meat surrounding it. He groaned ever so slightly, barely indicating that he liked it. I dug my thumbs into the centers of them, testing how good it might make him feel. I felt a surge of joy as he grunted slightly louder with my increased pressure on his muscles. 

The pure sex of his body made me willing to do anything for him. It was like my sexual fantasies had been transferred from stimulating my own dick to just pleasing him in any way that I could. Since apparently it was my turn to be forward, I just leaned into it and started to feel like a gooner zombie, playing with his ass, rubbing my face on it, getting my thumbs closer and closer to his hole. I even licked his cheeks, and he didn’t protest. 

I climbed on top of him to straddle one of his thick legs, keeping his muscular, bare ass front and center for me. He had the lightest sprinkling of blonde hairs around the hole, which I didn’t have, and it was like I was getting a lesson in the anatomy of a man, whereas I basically felt like I was just a boy.

His head rested on his arms, his eyes closed, as I rubbed his ass to my delight for what felt like a long time, before he finally said something. 

“Is that your boner?” he asked, almost chuckling. 

I didn’t even realize that I was basically dry humping his leg while I massaged his ass. 

“Yeah.”

He let out a breathy, light chortle, and didn’t say anything.

Taking the signal that he wasn’t going to protest, I leaned down, and licked. I didn’t even know the term for it really, but I started to eat him out. His body finally stirred. 

“Bro,” he finally said, “That feels so weird.”

I lifted my head, suddenly concerned I had gone too far. 

“But keep going,” he added, dropping his head back down. “If you want.”

I dove back in, letting my little gooner boy dreams come true as I licked his warm, musky hole in firm circles. I did it for what felt like a long time, getting spit everywhere, having no idea what I was doing, but feeling an erotic sense of empowerment. I subconsciously started dry humping his leg, the erotic spiciness too much for my body to handle. I had no control over my hips as I thrust forward repeatedly, digging my tongue as deep as it could go into his ass, feeling his mounds of glute muscle and ass meat covering my face. I basically suffocated myself on this big dude, my little face barely able to breathe most of the time. 

I was starting to have extra sexual thoughts about his ass. I almost had the reflex to lift up my body and put my dick on him, but he shifted just in time, as if he were reading my mind and stopping me pre-emptively.

He flipped his body over, his long, impossibly thick, leaking dick rested on his defined abs. I knew what to do without him saying anything. 

I grabbed the shaft and pointed it at my mouth. I slobbered on it, licking around the head in circles, basically making out with the big piece of meat. He put a hand on my head and guided me down deeper, but the thickness was stretching my lips. It was even worse than the night before, like even the skin in the corners of my mouth was sore from being stretched to its limits for so long, and I hadn’t had enough time to heal, not to mention the ache in my jaw. 

He watched porn on his phone again as I pushed through all of the physical discomfort in my jaw, wanting my prize again, another load from his big beefy body, straight into my mouth. I worked him forever, but it was like he couldn’t cum from it, like he wasn’t getting closer. I even jerked his shaft with my hand, my fingers failing to meet around his heavy meat log. I added a second hand, churning his butter to the best of my ability, but he gave me no sign that he was getting closer.

He finally shifted, slipping out from underneath me. I was afraid he had given up, and that my dream was suddenly ending. But to my delight, he had just thought of a new idea. 

He effortlessly moved my body onto my back and quickly climbed his naked body over me, straddling my head. I opened my mouth, ready to be his hole again, as he inserted himself roughly into the back of my throat while setting down his phone to watch more porn. From this angle, even when I gagged it didn’t stop him from thrusting into me. 

With my head pressed back against the bed, I had nowhere to go as he got rough with my poor little mouth, but the lack of oxygen and the stretching of my throat was giving me the strongest sensations. I felt submissive, dominated, used, and it was perfect. 

I felt more bold than the night before. I let my hands roam around his hips and his ass. I gripped the meat of them and even pulled him further into me. I loved the feeling of his ass tensing in my hands, his abs developing a thin layer of sweat as they bounced off my forehead. It was firm yet juicy at the same time.

I reached for his balls, really gripping them for the first time. They were so big, so much meatier than mine. They were like kiwi fruits, whereas I had grapes.

He didn’t make much noise, communicating more through his body than his mouth, but I heard his breath change over time, getting heavier as he got closer to finishing. 

Feeling liberated, I whipped out my own dick, spanking it silly while I wondered how long I could go without oxygen. Luckily I was able to breathe between some of his thrusts. 

“I’m gonna cum in you, buddy,” he said between breaths from somewhere above my head. 

My body tensed as his pace picked up, the thick head of his big rod was shoving into my actual throat repeatedly, at a weird angle. I couldn’t really breathe at all.

But all I could think about was how he had called me “buddy”. 

I was having the best feeling of my life, tugging my asparagus while his manly butternut squash stretched me open to its fullest extent. I came before he did, releasing my white streaks across my stomach as he tensed, his pace changing into sporadic thrusts as the familiar taste coated my tongue again. His intensity as he orgasmed made me gag, and I swallowed even less of his load than the night before. But it didn’t matter. 

This time, when he came, he didn’t drift away immediately. He pulled out of me slowly, letting me suck in a breath, as I coughed out the gooey mixture of cum and throat juices into my hand. He grabbed a towel from the hidden side of his bed, wiping his left glute.

“You got some jizz on me,” he said.

I smiled nervously. “Sorry.”

“All good,” he said simply, before tossing me the towel.

“You can use this,” he added, leaning back on his palms, letting his hunky body finally rest. “It’s my cum rag. Might as well share if we’re gonna be brothers soon.”

The feeling in my stomach was so warm and wholesome. It was better than the orgasm. Before I even realized what I was doing, I jumped on him and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder, my palms on his bulging upper back. 

He put his big palm on me gently, letting me hug him, while he lifted his phone with his other hand, returning some texts.

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I woke up in the middle of the night, his blanket pulled over both of us. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep in his bed. He was still awake, lying on his back and playing with his phone, while I was cuddled onto his body, my dick pressed against him. It was so warm in his bed, cuddled against his body, his muscles radiating heat, his pectoral basically a pillow for me.

“Hey buddy,” he said as I opened my eyes.

“Hey,” I said back, pulling away from him slightly. 

“No offense,” he said, “But could you sleep in your own bed?”

He asked so kindly, I didn’t feel negative about it at all. He just honestly wanted some space. I walked over to my bed, wrapped myself in my big, cool blanket, and shut my eyes.

“Night buddy,” he said quietly from across the room. 

“Night dude,” I said back, my stomach tingling like it was the night before Christmas.