1. I'll choke myself if you don't
My apartment had become my drug dealer's default hang out over the last few months. He was a cool kid, 17 going on 18 who'd taken over his older brother's weed business after the inevitable departure for college. I'd been high school friends with the older brother of course, and that's how I came to know, and hang out, with Liam.
At first he would just drop by my small apartment so I could buy my weed, and he'd stay over five to ten minutes to chat and smoke a cigarette. His brother and I had been fast friends but never close enough that I kept in touch with him, so I asked for news through the kid. To tell the truth, I obviously thought he was hot. Otherwise I wouldn't have tried to get him to stay, "you wanna hang and smoke one?" and all. He did and we had a laugh. We did that a few more times.
Then, once, he came round and was with a friend, right out of soccer practice. He dropped a big sports bag on the floor and pulled the ziplock bag full of weed out of a bundle of dirty clothes and apologetically smiled. I tried to play it off like it was a funny inconvenience as the smell of the two sweaty players was filling the room. Then they made like they were an imposition and were gonna leave, and I invited them to smoke some weed and relax before that. That was a gamble. I was thinking, they're gonna want to shower. But they said yes. As they sat down on the couch and I sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, Liam's friend said his name Enzo, and thanked him for a warm welcome.
"I'm a pretty welcoming guy, I'm told."
We smoked and laughed, played music, talked about random stuff. Liam's brother, Ben, had a steady girl now, he told me.
Back when we were in high school together, the lack of a girlfriend had driven Ben to ask me to suck him off a few times, and those we good memories. I obviously didn't say that, but wondered if as well as passing on his legacy weed business, Ben had also passed on his various sex stories and his little black book of horny clients. Ben had been a mystery. Incredibly hot, as Liam was, a sort of tall, tall skinny Irish boy with incredible bone structure and a cocky smile. He had a little coterie of preppy girls at school who pretended he didn't exist but would buy from him and let him fuck them in secret. Yet all he wanted was a steady girl and good head. "And that's so hard to find?" I had asked.
"Hell yeah, man. Girls don't give good head."
So I was the giver of good head. Ben was never that into it, though. I could make him hard and come with only my mouth and throat, but if he had his eyes closed. If he looked at me, he would invariably laugh and go, "Bro, that's so weird," and lose his erection. It did make the sessions longer, though.
That afternoon with Liam and Enzo didn't lead to anything at the moment, but it did make Enzo quite familiar with me, and Liam much friendlier. No longer was I just a client. He called me "Bro" every other sentence.
It all happened when they came into the bar/restaurant I work at. They came in late afternoon as I was an hour away from my shit, for desserts and coffee. After a quick chat with Liam, I snuck a bit of Jack Daniel's in each of their glasses of Coke, and joined them when I was done. Liam had come with Enzo, and two other friends. We shot the shit for a while and when the evening came around, they invited me to a party with them. Liam was insistent, Enzo even more, and his other friends very welcoming, so I went. Obviously this is a rationalization. My hot drug dealer and his hot friends said "do" so I did. In a small, boring town full of bottoms, one quickly goes cock crazy.
The party was quite fun, a mix of high school kids, older siblings, people I knew or absolutely did not, enough drugs and alcohol to kill all of us twice, and a pool. That was very good news for the guys since pool meant girls in bathing suits, and discovering it's a pool party as you arrive means guys will just bathe in their boxers. Win-win.
I watched from the corner of my eyes as Liam and his bros went on the hunt, as I caught up with old friends and made some new. An old friend of Ben's, Ricky, had found me and he grabbed me by the shoulder and told his friend, "yo once, I went with Ben to see this kid, and it was a surprise the school's gay kid was a pothead, but then this motherfucker smoked me under the table. Tonight, I shall have my revenge!" and he proceeded to try to smoke me out. Ricky's problem wasn't my high tolerance, though, it was his weak constitution.
As the party was dying down and I decided to head out, I could only find Liam still out in the garden, smoking all alone near the pool.
"Friends went to bed?"
"Yeah, but in a shitty way for me," he answered. As I settled next to him, he handed me his joint. "They're all fucking."
"Why aren't you fucking? I saw you talk to girls all night.
"Classic mistake, bro. Talked to a few girls, all very open. Then I see this fucking, this incredible fucking girl, like, the girl."
"Super super hot?"
"Exactly. Way more than you think. But as soon as we start talking, it's very clear she's not down to fuck tonight. But, like an idiot, I persisted. Got her number though, but nothing else, and now all the horny girls are already having sex."
"Classic mistake, indeed."
"You're going home, bro?"
"Yeah, party's dying down, Ricky's finally asleep... You staying?"
I meant that to say, "aren't you going home too," but he surprised me by answering, "Hell, nah. What d'you feel like doing?"
Before I'd fully registered, I said, "I feel like going home and smoking until I sleep."
"How about I try to smoke you out?" he asked.
"That might work." It hit me then. He was going home with me. In a way.
On the way to my place, he kept talking about The Girl, and then drifted to the other ones he could actually have fucked. By the time we were on my couch, each of us with a fat joint in hand, he had a hand almost permanently stuck to his crotch. As we kept getting higher and talking, I saw him several times almost stick his hand inside of his clothes to grab his dick, and then stop himself in the nick of time.
At some point he looked at me au laughed all the smoke out of his lungs before saying, "Aight, bro, I'm sorry but I'm horny as fuck and I'm gonna have to leave to take care of it." He made a jack-off motion.
"A sad handy for a sad boy," I mocked him.
"Ah, don't be like that. It's not like you're fucking either, tonight."
"Yeah, true."
Liam stayed silent for a minute, then finally grabbed his crotch through his jeans with a sigh of relief. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"You're... you're gay, right?"
"That's the gist of it, yes."
"Ever since I started with the business, I've been wondering... like, my brother, it's pretty well known he was, well, a slut."
"Incredible slut, yes."
"So I was wondering if you and him... If you ever, you know..."
"Liam," I said, "there's only one rule in this house. Questions are to be asked directly."
"Why is that a rule?"
"Generally because I'm too high to pay attention to a long winded question, but in this case it's because it's not that crucial a question, not that important a reveal."
"Oh." A few seconds of silence. "So did y'all ever fuck?"
"No, never." The look of disappointment on his face was priceless, but it was after all the truth. However, sensing my opportunity, I added the equally truthful, "I did suck his cock a few times, though." Now Liam was staring at me, and I laughed to myself, "Well, sucked's a big word. I did spend several non-consecutive hours choking myself on his cock, yes. Or being choked."
"Well, that's clear." He was now squeezing his dick, still as discreetly as possible, but a crotch being where it is, it was very clear.
"Liam, are you gonna jack off on my couch?" He let go of his cock like it was burning. "I mean, it's very much okay, I like watching. But that would be a bit like torture, don't you think?"
Almost breathless, he asked, "why... would would it be torture?"
"Because, it absolutely is if I can watch but not touch. Like a mirage of an oasis in the middle of the desert."
He was biting his lower lip and staring at me. "You... you wanna?"
"Ask what you wanna ask, Liam."
Deep breath, gathering his courage. "You wanna suck this cock?"
I smiled. "Absolutely, but is this what you really want to ask?"
"Fine, ok. Charlie. Do you want to choke on this cock? I really need to choke you, now that you've mentioned it."
"With pleasure."
He smiled, and immediately lost confidence. "How... how do we do it?"
"With your cock out, hopefully."
"Yeah, yeah," he laughed as he got up. "But, like, here?"
"I have this couch here and a bed in my room. Name your location and position."
I saw the wheels turning behind his eyes. "And I can choke you for real?"
"I'll choke myself if you don't."
He kept thinking for a second, dragging smoke out of his joint. "Is it bad if I tell you to get in your knees at my feet?" He was fidgeting with the zipper on his jeans.
I sighed with exasperation. "Hey, man, if you wanna get to choking me, you gotta take charge at some point. I'm not known to be a bossy bottom."
"Yeah, you seem more of the bitchy bottom type," he answered with a laugh. Then he grabbed me by the hair, dragged me from my position sitting down on the couch to standing up in front of him, then pushed me to my knees all in the same movement. "You better get to sucking, then, I've been sitting on this hard-on for a while now." With his other hand, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down haphazardly. "Take off my boxers," he ordered as he was trying to push his jeans all the way down with only one hand combined with wild knee jerks. He would not let go of my hair. I quickly helped him, at this point desperate to see his dick.
I was not disappointed, as well as not surprised. Liam looked so much like his brother, his dick wasn't gonna be that insane. Probably over seven inches, thick, and with a lovely curve, it was topped by pubes that were redder than his reddish-brown hair. Lovely. The smell coming off of it was perfect. Clean, but sweaty, lots of precum. I couldn't wait.
So I did that thing I tend to do when I'm super into a straight guy, to show him the world of sluttiness I could open up to him. With his hard dick right in front of my lips, I turned my eyes up to him, looked directly at into his eyes, and begged with a weak voice, "Can I please take it in my mouth, Sir?"
He loved that. The smile on his face could have lit up a room. "Yeah, bro... Suck on it."
I swiped my tongue over the wet head. The taste of his precum was bitter but I couldn't care less. I even expected it, given how much of a stoner he is. Once I'd started, it was difficult to stop licking that head and swirling my tongue around it, moaning. He never stopped looking at me and smiling, whispering "Yeah, that's right, that's better," as I was drinking his precum straight from the source. "Good deeper, bro. Suck it."
I opened up my jaw and took half of his dick in my mouth, starting down my throat, and made sure to go back and forth until that cock was wet. Then I deepthroated him, all at once. The hand that had been in my hair had become limp after putting me on my knees, but it came back to life right then as he pushed me down. "Shit, bro, you can really do it..." Then he started pumping his cock in and out of my throat. A bigger guy would have already choked me but with him, it would take some violence, and he was discovering it. He ended up grabbing my hair with both hands, and fucking as hard as possible into me until, finally, I gagged and choked. "Fuck yeah," he moaned out. "You can take it, bitch."
Finally, I wasn't "bro" anymore. He did not let his cock come out of my mouth a single time. He did not sit back down nor did he light his joint back up to enjoy it while getting head. He simply kept both his hands in my hair, pulling as hard as he could, and his hips pumping in and out, fucking my mouth with abandon. His balls slapping on my chin reminded me, to my disappointment, that I had not had the occasion to suck on them. Some guys would not let me have their dick at all until I'd properly worshiped the balls, but Liam had been too horny, probably. I used one of my hands to play with his ball as they were getting slicker and slicker from the buckets of spit that were coming out the sides of my mouth, while my other hand had grabbed onto his ass and was pushing him in. Probably what was prompting him to say, "Yeah, you want more, you slut." I did want more.
After a while fucking my throat, he pulled me off, still by the hair, and started lightly jacking it. "You gotta tell me, bitch, if you don't want to swallow I gotta know right now."
"Please Sir, let me swallow it," I moaned. Truly wanton.
That pushed him over some edge, and he started really playing the game. "Yeah, you want that load, little bitch?"
"Please, sir, more than anything." My hands were now around his thighs, squeezing the muscles. "I'll do anything for your cum."
"Tongue out." Once I did he immediately started beating his dick on my tongue. "Anything, right? You'll suck it up any time I want?"
I nodded as lightly as possible, keeping my tongue out for his dick and my eyes in his.
"You're just a stupid slut who's going cock crazy, aren't you."
Nod and moans.
"Open your mouth up again, I'm gonna wreck that throat."
Liam pushed back all the way in, locked up my head in between in hands, and started pounding as hard as he could. His cock twitched wildly every time he made me choke or gag and right before he came, he yelled out, "Yeah, cry on my cock, you fucking cunt!"
He unloaded deep in my throat, pushing each spurt of cum with a pump of his hips, sqeezing his expanding cockhead with the walls of my throat. After the explosion, he kept slowly fucking at the back of my throat, his eyes squeezed shut, until he deflated. Finally, he took his now limp and cleaned out cock out of my mouth and fell back on the couch behind him.
"Holy shit, bro, holy fuck..." he groaned. He fell back into a shocked silence, then announced with a contrite look on his face, "I'm sorry I called you a cunt, bro. That's, that's not ok."
"It was very ok, I liked it. The one I don't like is 'cum dumpster'. If anything, I'm a clean cum bowl." That made hin laugh, but I was still fixated on something. "Liam? Can I ask for a favor?"
"I'm not-"
"It's not sucking my cock."
"Oh. Then yeah, ask away."
"Can I suck on your balls? We didn't take time for your balls and I'm keeling here thinking, those are lovely balls."
He was surprised. And already rolling his next joint. "If you want, bro. You sure? Balls are nasty."
"Yeah, but you also think cum is nasty."
"You got a point." He opened his legs up. "Take off my shoes and shorts and shit, and get on those balls, what can I tel you."
I took his shoes off slowly, enjoying the sights and smells, but kept his socks on so as not to weird him out. Before I got on his balls, I told him. "Thank you for using my mouth, Sir. If you're up to it later, I can blow you again."
I started licking his balls. Low hanging, they were sweaty and hairy. Almost unconsciously I was moaning all the while.
"You really are something, bro." I heard a lighter click, then felt a hand reach into my hair and play with it. "Lick it up, slut, and you'll get some more cock."
