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Chapter 3: Learning To Be Sneaky

A week into being his daily cock sucker and frequent ass eater, his mom intruded one night when he was balls deep in my throat, pounding into me as I was lying on my back on the mattress. She knocked, and he quickly flipped around and pulled his blanket up, concealing me completely while he covered himself up to his waist. She came in a moment later, even without an answer.

He didn’t rush her away, chatting briefly about plans to visit his grandma with her that weekend. I reached over and kept my hand on his cock the whole time, keeping him hard, and he didn't react at all. A minute into their conversation, his big hand slid slowly under the blanket, running down my back until he found my ass. He never really played with my ass, but I guess he wanted to get me back for teasing his cock while he was compromised. His big hand on my small, perky bubble butt made me feel a new kind of special. He easily spread my cheeks with his hand and stuck a finger right up to my hole, making me flinch. I froze, terrified that his mom would see me, but luckily they kept talking like nothing was happening. As he prodded further between my mounds of boy butt, it felt like a whole dick was trying to push in.

She finally left, and he immediately threw off the covers and guided me back into position. I knew he was worked into a frenzy at this point. 

He didn’t even say anything as he drilled into my face like I was a sex toy. I lay on my back and took it as best as I could, gripping his hips and his ass. I had learned that this was his preferred position to finish in. It was my favorite as well. The best part of being with him was being held in place and unable to move. He didn’t have an ounce of malice in him. He was pure man, and pure dumb, hung jock. I had no idea how lucky I was, but I knew that it was the best thing I had ever had in my life.

“Your throat feels so good on my dick,” he said between breaths at one point as he stuffed himself into my sore, battered throat as deep as he could go. I felt him pulse inside me. Yet another unannounced orgasm in my mouth, quenching my thirst, satisfying my lust, validating me.

—[]—

The next day we got interrupted again, but worse. It was only mid afternoon when he decided he needed my mouth, and within a minute of him whipping out his dick, I was lying down between his legs, holding his meat in my hand and polishing it up with my tongue, just getting him started while he searched for a porn video he wanted to watch. 

I had just gotten him to true hardness when the door burst open behind me. 

I whipped around, and Ben yelled, “Don’t come in!” but the door didn’t close. I was immediately aware of how naked I was, my little hard-on pointing in the air, my soft, naked body overshadowed by Ben’s big, muscular, naked presence. His thick thighs literally surrounded my head, and I felt my entire body turn red, as Ben’s teammate, another jock named Johnny that I recognized from school, stood in our doorway, half an awkward smile beneath his wide, shocked eyes. His jet black hair hung slightly down over his sweaty forehead. He looked like he had jogged over. 

Ben and I gently scrambled, saying nothing. Johnny just froze for a beat before suddenly blurting out, "What the fuck!" 

“Language!” we heard Ben’s mom yell from downstairs.

Ben and I started to cover up, pulling on our underwear, our boners unable to be truly hidden. I was letting Ben take the lead, and he didn’t seem to know what he wanted to say yet. 

"Your mom let me in," Johnny said, quietly, closing the door, clearly unsure what to do. 

“Hi,” Ben said in an ironic voice, like he had no idea what to do. 

“So,” Johnny said, sitting down at Ben’s desk chair, "you let him suck your dick?"

 "Yeah," Ben responded with a shrug, reaching down to boot up the Xbox. “You wanna game?”.

Feeling too exposed in my underwear, I put on a pair of sweats while the two of them started playing a game. I joined them after a minute, lying face down on my bed while the two of them stayed on the floor. 

The conversation, mostly just between them, shifted from the game, to Football, to cheerleaders, to girls at school, to sex.

“This one’s got a juicy little ass,” he said, nodding his head in my direction, looking at me hungrily.

I gave him a confused look. I don’t know why I didn’t expect it, but it was a bit of a surprise that he would make comments like that.

“Does he suck your dick really good?” he asked, looking at Ben.

Ben kept his eyes on the screen. “Shut up.”

Johnny looked back at me, he was like a quarter Asian I think, just the slightest hint of ethnicity, like the guy from Heated Rivalry. He kept joking about me sucking dick, and Ben shrugged it off every time. I could tell Johnny wanted to use me too, but I could also tell that Ben was somewhat possessive over me. It surprised me for some reason, but I liked it. Ben thought of me as something special. He didn’t want me to be a hole for every dude in school. Something in his sort of simple brain felt like he had to protect me. 

Personally, I liked the idea of servicing two guys, maybe even at the same time, some sort of group thing. Two weeks prior, I never would have thought I would have the opportunity, but after a week with Ben, it felt like anything was possible. All my horny, hormonal male dreams could come true, as long as I met the right other horny, hormonal males. I never imagined it would be possible, but I let Ben run the show. He was older, and bigger, and the object of my desire. I thought I was just a mouth for him, but maybe he actually felt protective over me too.

Johnny finally said it. “You wanna suck my dick too?”

He grabbed his bulge and wiggled it. It looked big. Yet another oversized piece of meat on a muscular, tall dude, that reminded me that I was a smaller guy, or at least not as grown as them. 

I looked at Ben, who grimaced a little, shaking his head back and forth. “Just shut up, dude.”

Johnny finally left, and I was alone with Ben again. I asked, “Is he gonna tell everyone about me?”

“Nah,” Ben said, shrugging off the idea quickly. “He’s cool.”

I paused for a moment, not really agreeing with Ben about how “cool” Johnny probably was, but I had something else to ask.

“Do you want me to suck your friends’ dicks too?”

He paused.

I went on. “I could do it, if you want.”

“I don’t know, dude,” he muttered quickly. “I know you love it, but it might be kinda weird for me. For whatever reason.”

“You’d be jealous?”

“No,” he said quickly, but I didn’t believe him. “It’s just weird.”

I changed the subject, dropping to my knees in front of him as he sat on his bed. I pulled the front of his shorts down, and had him hard in like five seconds. The blue balls from earlier were working in my favor.

It was night time now, and it was unlikely we would be bothered again. I stripped off my clothes, and pulled his underwear off for him, keeping his dick in my mouth as I crawled up onto his bed, letting him straddle my face. Soon, he was thrusting into me, taking what he needed. 

He got rough quickly, his pummeling of my throat was especially brutal, the best one so far. I could tell he was close already, but apparently neither of us wanted to end quickly. He stopped halfway through and turned around, leaning back to press his ass to my face. 

“Do that thing again.”

“Do what?” I said, faking ignorance. 

“You know,” he insisted, “Toss my salad or whatever.”

I reached my hands up, grabbing his muscular mounds of juicy glute and pulling them apart, showing that perfect, pink hole. It winked at me, like it was begging for my tongue. Every part of his body really liked my mouth. I lifted my head, and he leaned back, meeting me halfway. As soon as my tongue touched him, I felt his body melt on top of me. The weight from his muscular thighs pressed into me as he relaxed his body. He leaned forward, and I noticed his face was close to my dick, but he sat up again, apparently realizing that himself.

I licked his ass until my neck got sore from holding up my head, and I laid back. His big glutes and his wet, pink hole followed me back until he was sitting on my face. I kept my hands on his hips, in a futile effort to hold him high enough to let me breathe. He didn’t get the idea at all, quickly suffocating me, only letting me breathe inadvertently when he regularly shifted positions, getting the most pleasure he could from the muscle in my tongue. I felt his fist rubbing against my bare chest as he jerked off while I ate him out as best as I could. His muscular butt was suffocating me. It seemed like everything I did with him involved cutting off my air supply.

He suddenly reached down and touched my dick for a second, almost like he was just curious about it. I tensed up, overstimulated by the muscular embodiment of testosterone sitting on my face, cutting off my oxygen, and I came instantly. 

“Oh damn,” he muttered quickly, in shock that I was squirting my goo on him.

He snapped his hand back, his ass still pressed into my face, as I moaned directly into his hole as I spurted my load in random directions, hitting him and streaking my stomach. My arms were trapped by his legs, and I couldn’t touch myself. The ruined orgasm somehow only made me hornier as I continued to dig into his ass with my tongue. He finished moments later, adding his load to my stomach and crotch. 

He rolled off of me and threw me the same cum rag we had been using.

“You got it on me again,” he said.

“Kinda your fault,” I said back as I wiped myself off. 

He chuckled, wiping his hands onto his bare thighs.

After a beat, I added, “if I was facing away, you know… I wouldn’t cum on you.”

He looked at me sort of confused. His sweet, perfect jawline not understanding my point yet. “But how would you suck me?”

“You could use my other hole,” I said quickly.

He paused again. It was a full three seconds before his face lit up, his eyebrows rising and his lips curling into an almost bashful smile on his Adonis, model face. “Ohhhh,” he chuckled, “Right. Yeah… Right.”

—[]—

The next day, I kept thinking about how someone else had learned about me and Ben. It didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. And I was pretty sure, just by instinct or perhaps paranoia, that Johnny was going to tell people about me.  

I was weirdly not super scared about it. I guess I came out of my shell a bit since I finally learned what being with a guy was like. I still hadn’t had a relationship or “real” sex, or even kissed a guy, but I knew I was gay and wanted big dicks in and around my mouth more than I cared about people judging me. 

I ate lunch with my friend Freddy, as usual, and halfway through eating I just blurted it out. 

“I’m gay… by the way.”

He looked at me for a second, pausing. 

I noted the contrast between him and Ben. There wasn’t any comparison really. He was a skinny dude, like me. We could’ve been brothers if it weren’t for his dark, curly hair. He finally spoke, snapping me out of my daze before my thoughts turned lewd. 

“Oh, cool,” he said, slightly nodding, like it was not something he really cared about.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “That’s it?”

“What?”

“It’s like, not a big deal?”

“No..? I mean, I knew you weren’t very into girls. You never talk about them. I figured you were gay or just like, a late bloomer, puberty-wise.”

I laughed. Freddy bit into his meatball sub. And that was that. End of conversation. 

But I had more to tell him.

“I also started sucking Ben’s dick.”

That was when he finally got a surprised face. 

“Really??” he said, his mouth full of sandwich.

“Yeah,” I said, suddenly embarrassed. 

“Why?” he asked, his jaw agape. 

I laughed. “I like it, dude.”

“Ah,” he said, “Right.”

He thought for a second. “I didn’t really know that anyone actually likes sucking dick. But… yeah, ok…” He nodded. “Makes sense.”

Then, after another beat. “Does he ever suck yours?”

“No,” I said, suddenly self conscious. “But he jerked me off once. Sort of.”

“How was that?”

It suddenly hit me that I was the only one between us with any experience at all with hooking up. He was just curious about what it was like, even if it was with a guy.

“You don’t want me to… blow you, do you?”

He chuckled. “I mean, maybe. I don’t know. No. It would be weird. I’m not gay.”

“Neither is Ben,” I said with a shrug.

He shrugged, like he was thinking about it, but I could tell the conversation was about to drift anyway, so I just added, “Well, I’m good at it, by the way. If you ever want to try it.”