My belly is full of Dennis's cum as I lift myself off the dirt floor and gather myself. I make a move toward the stairway that leads out of the basement when Joey blocks my progress. "Where do you think you're going?" he sneers. Dennis, his dick still hanging out of his briefs, finds this funny.
"C'mon, guys," I whine. "I gotta get home. You had your fun."
"Fat chance," he says. "You still have work to do. Watching you slobber over Dennis's dick made me horny."
Joey pushes me back on the floor and grabs my ears. He is powerfully built and rougher than the more slender Dennis.
Joey is 6 feet, 190 pounds, with broad shoulders and big thighs. He is Italian and looks it -- olive skin, black hair and eyes, Nixonian scruff. Hair tufts out of the collar of his white T-shirt (he has shed his black leather motorcycle jacket in the steamy basement). His furry arms look very working class. Joey's nose is large but straight. His eyes are topped by a dark unibrow. His voice is deep and commanding. I decide to make the most of it. What choice do I have?
I have always liked Joey's sexy looks, but his loudness and general obnoxiousness turn me off.
He looks down at me and then at Dennis. "This guy was born to suck cock and my dick needs sucking. It’s as simple as that.”
Dennis plays along. "He's all yours, Joey. Use him the way I did."
I am in no position to object. I just want to get Joey off and go home. And perhaps, since I’m a dirty young man, find out what his cock looks like and what his cum tastes like.
"Unbuckle my belt," he commands. “Then unbutton my Levi's and pull them down.
I get his jeans down to his ankles and stare at his tightey-whiteys -- the elastic band with red piping announces that they are the Hanes brand. He has dark hair on his thighs trailing down to his ankles. Hair springs out of the waist band of his briefs. He raises his T-shirt and shows off a mass of stomach hair.
Until this minute I hadn't gotten past Joey's insufferable personality to see how absolutely hot he is. Now, on my knees, I am gobsmacked by his beauty.
With his hands on the back of my head, he pulls me into his briefs. Their warmth and strong fragrance hit my face. I'm not sure exactly what the scent is, but I like it. I suspect he has been wearing his Hanes for many days and they have absorbed his heady mansmells.
Joey orders me to use my mouth to grip the elastic band and pull down his briefs.
I am no longer in any hurry to get home. I want to see what lies beneath his impressive bulge. I use my teeth, pull down one side, then the other and eventually there it is in my face -- a full crotch of thick black hair crowning the most beautiful dick I have ever seen.
Like Dennis's, it is 7 inches long. But unlike Dennis's, it is beer-can thick and uncircumcised, the skin stretching over a crown and extending almost an inch beyond it. That is a long foreskin in front of me. A vein climbs from the base through his skin. I can't stop staring, and Joey picks that up.
"You love Joey's Italian dick, don't you?” And he grabs the shaft and circles it around my face. I nod.
“Tell Joey how much you love it."
"It's beautiful," I say.
"Tell Joey what you want to do with his dick."
"Fuck," I answer, "can't we just get on with it?" More than anything, I want to skip the lame questions and taste his dick. I already love the smell and he hasn’t pulled the skin back yet.
As I move my nose closer to his pucker, I am struck by how different he smells from Dennis's Irish Spring scent. Joey’s is stronger, gamier, sweatier -- a piercing combination of elements that make an uncut dick smell like the covered head has trapped its juices. His ripeness and sweaty balls overwhelm my nostrils.
I'll do whatever it takes to get his dick in my mouth, even playing along with his ego games.
"Yes, Joey, I want it in my mouth."
"Do you like how thick Joey is?
“Of course. It's very thick, Joey."
You want to smell it, don't you?"
"I want to, yes."
Then glue your nose to my foreskin. But don't put your mouth on the head yet."
I’m eager to do what he wants, even though his using the third person to refer to himself is a total turnoff. What a horndog like me will put up with to taste a dick.
Joey pulls the skin back a bit and tells me to sniff it.
"It smells ripe," I murmur.
“Oh, it’s ripe. Joey hasn’t showered in all week. Joey orders you to clean his dickhead, you dickhead.”
I have sucked off uncut guys in the balcony of the Strand theater, but Joey's dick is thicker, its scent headier. I wonder what is under the skin that creates that pungent odor. I can't just be trapped stale piss.
I don't have to wait long to find out. Joey pulls his skin all the way back and I behold his meaty head. Freed from its skin, it flares out from the shaft intriguingly. I look closer and see what causes his fragrance, the hidden treasure beneath.
There are white specks on the head and a band of white paste around the folds. I'm not sure what it is, but it seems that Joey isn’t careful about cleaning his foreskin when he decides to take a shower. Or he’s just lazy.
I’m going to find out how it tastes.
Joey sticks his finger along the head and uses his finger to scoop up a dollop of the white stuff.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he orders. He rubs the substance onto my tongue as if he's spreading peanut butter on bread.
It sits on my tongue.
I smack my lips and it melts. I taste something that reminds me of imported Italian cheese, perhaps provolone, but stronger. It's overwhelming, but it has made me hard in my pants. Joey adds more to my tongue.
"You seem to love Joey's pecorino," he taunts. "I knew you would. Now lick my dirty dick and get the head of my cock wet.”
I lather his crown. What seemed gross at first turns into something else. The more I taste it, the more I love it. These white specks have awakened something wild inside me. He uses his fingers to pull his foreskin back all the way. My mouth goes on the attack.
I use my saliva to clean him up and gradually I taste precum seeping out.
Dennis, watching intently behind me, smacks the back of my head and blurts out, "Pete, you are an unbelievable pig. I can't believe you are licking Joey’s filthy dick. Gross.”
Joey glares at him and waves him off with his hand.
I ignore Dennis and finish cleaning Joey's dick. I'm now ready to take his entire penis in my mouth.
"Joey grabs my head and begins to pump his tool in and out of my mouth.
"Open your throat for Joey. He wants to fuck it.”
He’s back to talking about himself in the third person, but what can I do? He is such a hunk, I ignore it.
I control my breathing as best I can and slowly let him take me, inch by inch.
I love the rubbery feeling of his foreskin sliding over his dickhead in and out of my mouth. It's so different from a circumcised dick. As much as I appreciate Dennis's beautiful mushroom cap, an uncut dick has a stronger flavor and is more interesting to work with.
I resolve to do my best to make Joey happy. I pull his skin outward and dart my tongue inside. He is moaning with pleasure as my tongue sandpapers the inside.
I use my lips to full advantage and surrender my throat to the will of Joey. I had not had so thick a dick in my mouth, so I need to concentrate on relaxing my throat muscles.
After a few minutes, I feel him tense up, and hear the inevitable as he gets close. “Ahhh, fuck, you little whore, don't stop.” He grabs the back of my head and erupts, filling me with his cum. My cheeks expand to accommodate his load.
It's a challenge to keep most of it in my mouth. Some has oozed out of the sides and has dribbled onto my chin.
Joey grabs my head. "Swallow Joey's seed. He wants all of it in your stomach." He uses his finger to slide the cum on my face back into my mouth.
"You do a much better job than those bitches I let suck my dick," he says, which I take as a compliment.
He pulls his dick out, pulls back the skin and checks it. "You cleaned Joey good. No trace of head cheese. No sticky cum in there either."
Dennis is enjoying watching, but abruptly tells Joey he's going outside for a smoke. "I'll be back in 15 minutes. You gave our little cocksucker friend all he can handle," and heads up the stairs.
As my knees are tired, I try to get up, hoping that I can head home. Both of them took turns shooting off in my mouth after all. It was time to let me go.
"Hold on, cowboy." Joey grabs my shoulders and pushes me back onto my knees..
"I need to piss. Drank too much beer."
“Oh,” I say, trying to be helpful. “You can use the toilet upstairs in Dennis's apartment. His parents are asleep by now. You know where it is."
"I know where that toilet is, but I want to use this toilet right here."
I am completely confused.
He clears things up.
"You love Joey's cum so much; I think you'll love drinking his piss.”
I am panicking. No way did I expect anything like that.
"No, Joey, that's disgusting. You can pee upstairs. Let me go."
"Shut up. Joey pisses wherever he chooses. And he chooses your mouth." And he rubs the puckered dick head on my lips and gives me an intimidating look. He's such a prick.
"No way, man. Gross. I don't want your piss or anyone else’s in my mouth.”
Joey pushes his dick onto my lips. "You must be thirsty after all the time you spent blowing us. I have a drink right here for you. I’ve been drinking beer. You're going to love the taste of recycled pee. Now open up or you'll be wearing piss all over your shirt and pants. How are you going to explain that to your mother?”
I look down onto the floor and ponder what to do.
"I said open -- now."
While I am grossed out, there is a part of me that’s excited about Joey pissing in my mouth. His forceful sexual power and the taboo of the act have awakened something primal in me.
I open my mouth and let his cock slide in. After about 30 seconds of anxiety mixed with curiosity, I feel his stream fill me. It's warm and tastes watery and a little metallic.
Unlike when I’m blowing a guy to get his load and feel in control and charged with making him cum, this is different. I am powerless and being dominated by this hot Italian who is using my mouth as a urinal. It is beyond anything I've ever done.
He has stopped the flow and waited for me, so I need to decide what to do. Should I swallow or spit it out on the basement floor? He’s such a conceited prick, he might not accept that.
"You better not spill any of Joey's precious juice or you'll be licking it off this dirty floor,” he warns.
I swallow and am surprised that it's not horrible. The beer he drank seems to have diluted the taste I was expecting. It was nothing like the smell at public urinals. It's a bit salty for sure, with a slight vitamin taste. I’m ashamed to admit that I like it.
“Attaboy," Joey says. “Tell me you want to drink more from Joey's tap. I had to go so bad I thought I'd piss my pants. This is a lot better than peeing in the toilet upstairs. You ready for more?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. This time he takes his cock out of my mouth a holds it about 10 inches away. He takes aim and his stream arcs into my open mouth. Every time his piss fills my mouth, he gives me time to swallow. This goes on for about 10 mouthfuls. Finally, Joey is done. My mouth has this strange but not unpleasant taste.
Of course, his domination brings out more of his ego games.
"What do you say to Joey for generously letting you drink his piss?"
I remain silent until he smacks me on the side of the head.
"Say, ‘thank you, Joey, for giving me your piss.' "
"Can I go home now?" I say.
He smacks me again. "Say it, Pete, or else."
I chafe, but indulge him.
"Thank you, Joey, for letting me drink your piss.”
“You're welcome,” he says.
“Joey wants to know if you love being his piss pig."
Even though I think he is being obnoxious, I’d say almost anything to get him to stop talking about himself in the third person.
“Yes, I do," I say.
We hear Dennis come down the stairs, and he's surprised I'm still there. "What's up, Bro? I see our little friend hasn't left. What's going on?"
Joey pulls up his briefs. While I'm eager to go home, I will miss smelling his hairy crotch and licking his big balls and foreskinned penis.
"OK, Pete, you can scram now,” Joey says, “but be back here tomorrow night at 9. If you don't show up, we'll hunt you down."
He looks at a surprised Dennis and says, "I want to repeat what I did to Pete while you were outside smoking a cigarette. It's a little different from a blowjob, but feels great."
Dennis gives him a quizzical look, but Joey keeps him in suspense.
"We're going to do another reenactment — something I did to him tonight, and you'll be joining in. We'll drink a lot of beer first."
