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Chapter 2: Real Man's Dick

Andrew stayed in the doorframe swinging his superior manhood left and right, and none of us answered him. Four guys under one comforter with their hands full of each other's dicks had all lost the ability to speak at the same second.

He stopped swinging. He pushed off the frame and crossed the carpet and stood right in front of us, his feet maybe six inches from Colin's knees. From where I was sitting his dick was at my eye level. He was more than half hard now, his thickness hanging outward from him instead of down, still shiny from the girl he'd just fucked on the other side of that wall.

"Yeah," Ty said.

"Yeah, okay." Andrew looked down at us. "Come here."

So all four of us, watching his dick intensely, moved slowly onto our knees on the carpet, and the comforter slid off our laps and pooled behind us against the foot of the bed. Four bare asses on the carpet became four guys kneeling in a row with our dicks still out, shorts still bunched around our thighs. My knees sank into the fibers of the carpet. Colin's shoulder stayed against mine on one side and Ty's stayed against mine on the other.

Andrew looked at Colin's hand still on me and mine still on him, and laughed once through his nose.

"Alright," he said.

He grabbed his thick shaft at the base with two fingers and a thumb and held it out toward the row.

"Go ahead," he said.

Colin went first, because Colin was on the end. He leaned in with his face at an angle, eyes closed, and put his cheek against Andrew's thigh, nuzzling nose right up under the balls, letting the big wet dick drape across his face, breathing in deeply.

"Bro," Danny said.

"Yeah," I replied.

That was the funniest thing that had happened all day, and we cracked up, Ty saying "COLIN" like an announcer, and Colin sat back on his heels red from the neck up. Even Andrew let out a chuckle.

"How was it," Ty said.

"Shut up."

Then Danny went, and nobody laughed at Danny. He got in closer than Colin did, tilted his head, and I watched his nostrils actually move.

Then Ty. Ty took his time, and Andrew held still for him, holding himself out steady.

Then me, last, and by then Andrew's fist had to move up his shaft to keep the angle because he was getting harder as he went down the line. He'd thickened in his own hand, and I was last in line.

My nose was still an inch away and warmth came off the underside of him, up over my top lip. I closed the last of it and pressed my nose to the wet skin behind the head.

It was Andrew, my longtime friend's older brother who represented an ideal of manhood. I couldn't tell what part was supposed to be the pussy smell, but I got a whiff of sweat and his own skin mixed with the familiar scent of balls, still slick from twenty minutes of energetic sex. My mouth was open a little and I could taste it in the back of my throat that way. I think even my tongue touched him a bit.

I sat back. Andrew was looking down at me.

"That's what it is," he said.

"Can you actually taste it?" Danny said. "Like, is that a thing?"

"Find out."

Danny leaned in and licked him, straight up the side of the shaft, slowly, the flat of his tongue, and then he sat back with his mouth still open a little. Danny. The guy who twenty minutes earlier had been concerned that we were being creepy.

"Yeah," Danny said. "You can taste it."

That was when it stopped being a line. Andrew backed up two steps and sat down on the edge of Colin's bed, right where the four of us had been leaning our backs, and he propped onto his elbows and spread his knees, and there was suddenly this whole open space between them and we shuffled over on our knees to fill it.

Colin got there first, holding the shaft in his fist, and Ty got in on one side of it with his mouth, and Danny took the other. I ended up lower, on the carpet between Andrew's feet, looking up the whole length of him between his thick thighs. I mostly saw his big balls and the wrist-thick base of his shaft below the chins of my friends licking it like they were sharing a popsicle.

Colin worked the base with his hand while Ty came off the head with a string of saliva still connecting him to it, and Danny went down the shaft with his lips dragging, sticking out his tongue and soaking up everything he could off the skin. We all left some shine on him when we could reach. His whole dick was dripping wet from four mouths. 

Ty's free hand reached for Danny again. Danny's free hand was on Colin. Colin's was on me. The surreal chain of us was connected again.

Andrew barely said anything. He watched, propped on his elbows, chin down, watching four guys work on him in his brother's bedroom.

I mostly got the part nobody else was on. His balls hung heavy and loose from all the heat in that room and I got my mouth open under them and sucked one whole nut in, and the smooth skin came with it and I had it all in my mouth at once. He grunted above me. I tried to get the second one in too and there was no chance, they were too big, my jaw wasn't built for it, and I got maybe part of it sucked in before it slipped out and I gave up on being impressive. So I gummed the one in my mouth instead, lips only, no teeth, rolling it gently around with my tongue. Andrew's stomach flexed.

"Okay," he said to space above our heads.

That only seemed to spur us on, and we lost any sort of rhythm we might've had.

There was no turn-taking left. My cheek was flat against Ty's cheek because we both wanted the same three inches of him and neither of us backed off, and I could feel Ty's jaw moving against my face while he worked. Our tongues even touched intermittently as we grew more ravenous. Colin had his fist around the base and was pumping it up toward our mouths. Danny had gone under to the balls and was doing what I'd been doing, and he could get a whole one in too, and I bit down on the inside of my cheek watching him do it.

All four of us stayed on him, ostensibly chasing whatever was left of a girl's scent on his skin, even if by then there wasn't anything left of that.

Andrew went flat on his back on the bed. One forearm came up over his eyes. His hips started coming up off the bed into whoever's mouth was closest, and half the time that was mine, and I stayed on him as long as I could before another face nudged me out of the way. When Ty tried to get back in, I didn't move over. He waited.

My own dick was untouched at that point, standing straight up off my stomach, and it had been dripping onto Colin's carpet in a slow steady line. There was a dark patch by my shin.

"I'm dripping on your floor," I said, with my mouth an inch off Andrew's dick.

"I know," Colin said. "I see it."

Andrew shifted positions, and I saw the full head of his dick disappear into Colin's lips. They both froze for a second, before he pulled off. 

"Okay, I have a question," Colin said, and he pulled his hand off Andrew's dick and sat back on his heels. "I've never gotten a blowjob. Like ever. What does it even feel like?"

Andrew took the forearm off his eyes and looked down his own body at us.

"You've got three practice mouths right here. How do you think me and the boys learned stamina?"

We paused for just a second. In our delirium, whatever reservations any of us had started the day with were gone, and we took our cues from Andrew, and the big guy had just okayed it. 

There was this brief telepathic conversation between the four of us, kneeling there, eyes bouncing from face to face, and the rule we all arrived at without a word was that whoever put his hand on another guy's head first was getting head first. Colin's hand was on the back of my neck before I finished the thought, so that settled that. 

We just sorted ourselves. Colin and I stayed at the foot of the bed on the carpet, and Ty and Danny moved over by the radiator under the window, and quickly it was two pairs, one guy sitting back against something with his knees apart and the other guy on his knees between them. Colin had claimed me, and he sat back against the foot of his own bed and I got down on my stomach on the carpet between his legs, propped on my elbows. Across the room Ty had his back to the radiator and Danny was kneeling in front of him on all fours. Andrew stayed up on the bedspread on one elbow and watched the debauchery he had instigated from above, his big dick standing at attention.

Colin's dick was in front of my face and I looked at it for a second. It was thicker than mine and the head was fat and purple, just like his brother's, but smaller. There was a bead sitting at the slit that seemed like a remnant of the mess he'd already made from my hand earlier. My own dick was pinned under me against the carpet, still leaking, and nobody was doing anything about it. I naturally humped my horniness into the rug as Colin's hand tightened on the back of my neck, and I opened up and took him in.

I had no idea what my jaw was supposed to do. I got about a third of him in and my jaw was already open wider than it opens for food, hinged out at the back corners, and it ached there immediately. My tongue had nowhere to go. It sat squashed flat under him against the floor of my mouth. And he tasted like almost nothing at all, warm skin and a little salt, except at the tip, where there was a slick spot that was sweeter than I expected, thin, and it kept coming while I was on him.

"Teeth," Andrew said from the bed. "Cover your teeth. Both of you." I curled my lips in over them and it got better instantly. Colin exhaled above me and rubbed a hand down my back, almost touching my ass.

"Use your hand. You're not gonna get all of it with your mouth."

I brought my fist up and wrapped it around the base of Colin, and started moving it with my mouth, and the second I did that his hips came off the carpet, so I knew I'd done it right.

"Breathe through your nose."

Danny came off Ty coughing and went right back down.

About twenty-five seconds into bobbing my head on him, he yanked me off by the back of my neck.

"I was about to cum," he said, laughing, and I laughed too, wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist.

So we switched. He slid down and I sat back where he'd been, and across the room Danny and Ty switched around at the same time, Ty rolling forward onto his hands and Danny scooting back against the radiator with his knees apart, letting his boner point right at him before the head disappeared onto it and the slurping sounds commenced.

Colin got down on his stomach between my legs, propped on his elbows, and I cringed for a second watching my friend's face lower toward my dick, my shoulders coming up. Then I suddenly felt the hot wet velvet of his tongue slide up under the head and my whole body melted into the carpet, my abs and my hips tensing and thrusting up on their own into the heat of his mouth.

"Oh fudge," I said, and I heard Andrew chuckle above me on the bed. We looked at each other and smiled. He just winked at me.

Colin sucked me hard and clumsily and completely without technique, too much suction and no rhythm at all, and it was still by an enormous distance the best thing that had ever happened to my dick.

I was moaning and felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I could hear myself doing it. His hand came up under my balls and just held them, palm flat, and I bucked into his mouth again and he took it.

Above us Andrew said, "That's it," to somebody, and I couldn't tell who.

I didn't even realize how short I was destined to last in my buddy's mouth, under the circumstances.

I felt it coming up out of my thighs and I pulled off Colin and got my hand on myself and there was maybe half a second of warning before I was cumming. The first squirt went up onto Colin's chest, right under his collarbone, and I got the rest into my palm and let it run through my fingers down onto the carpet and I didn't care even slightly. Across the room Danny was doing the same thing at the same time, and he got Ty on the jaw with the first one, and Ty said "AH" and didn't move away.

"Sorry," Danny said.

He wiped off what he could with his flat hand. 

"It's fine," Ty said, while Danny kept squirting onto the carpet in front of him.

Colin looked down at his own chest and then at the carpet and then at me. "Bro."

"You're literally covered."

"I know."

We all sort of came off each other at that point, wordlessly agreeing to take a breather after introducing blowjobs and cum to the mix of events today. We sat back on our heels in a loose square, four guys with wet mouths and wet dicks, breathing like we'd been working out. My jaw clicked when I opened it. The dark patch on the carpet by my shin now had a bigger, wetter spot next to it.

Andrew sat up on the edge of the bed with his knees apart, still hard, still shining from us, and he pointed at the four of us.

"That's why you can't last," he said. "None of you have felt the real thing. It's a training use case."

"So what," Colin said, "you're gonna train us."

"Yeah."

"How?"

Andrew got up off the bed and walked out, his muscular ass dimpling symmetrically with each quick step as he disappeared through the door. We heard him go down the hall, and a drawer, and him swearing at something, and then he came back and stood in the doorway holding a plastic cylinder up by the base with two fingers.

It was something plastic, and used, and beat to hell. The rubber sleeve was pink turned kind of gray at the opening, the outer case scuffed white at the corners, and the whole thing had clearly been through a lot in its life.

"This," he said. "Your new best friend."

Colin's mouth opened. "Damn, you're finally sharing that thing?"

"Yup."

"I've been stealing it for years."

"I know."