Ron’s Perspective
It was Friday and I was walking home from school when Evan ran up next to me and asked if I wanted to shoot some hoops before dinner. I agreed and we went home to change and walked to the park. There were already several others just shooting around so we joined them. I was on the school team but not a star player. As we were shooting around, I rolled my eyes as I saw Brian walking toward the basketball court. As soon as he got on the court, he said, “What’s up”, to Evan and me, then he started trying to teach some younger kids how to shoot. He was totally wrong in what he was telling them to do. One of them even told him so. He ignored the kid and continued trying to show them the wrong way to handle a basketball. I just smiled and said nothing. Someone suggested picking up sides and playing a game. Evan and I ended up on the same team, and thankfully, Brian was on the opposite side. As we played, Brian became more and more frustrated. He kept shooting the ball from his chest area like we did when we were kids, and even the shorter kids were blocking his shots. We ended up killing them and Brian stormed off the court. Evan and I laughed as we watched him walk away. As we walked home for dinner, Evan asked me what I was doing after dinner. I told him, “I don’t have any plans. I was just going to watch tv maybe or hang in my room. Why?” Evan replied, “If you want, I could come over and we could hang out together.” I had a quick flashback to the last time we were alone in my room and wondered if something like that might happen tonight. My cock began to harden at the thought, “Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Why don’t you just come over after you’re done eating?” He said, “Will do.” As we arrived at my house, Evan crossed the street over to his. I wondered what might happen once he came over. We hadn’t talked about what we’d done the other night. I guess we were both a little embarrassed about it, especially the messy ending. I washed his underwear with some of my own clothes and sheets the following day, right after I got home from school. I had already gotten the laundry out of the dryer and up to my room before my mom came home from work. I do admit that next morning after we had done that, I jerked off while sniffing Evan’s still damp underwear before I got ready for school.
After we ate dinner, I went up to my room and cleaned it up some, then I made sure there were enough tissues in the box, a roll of paper towels and some cleaning spray just in case. I put the paper towels and cleaning spray in a location that made it look like I had been using them to clean my room. I didn’t want to make it look like I was anxious for a repeat of the other night, even though I was. I kept telling myself that I needed to act normally, like the other night hadn’t happened, and wait for him to initiate things.
When Evan arrived, I was playing Fortnite. He watched me play and then I let him play. We soon got bored with it and Evan suggested we play darts. We were pretty even at the game and were always competitive, so after I won the first game, Evan suggested, “After each round, whoever loses the round has to take something off.” My cock stirred to life and my hopes rose as I replied, “You’re on.” Like I said, we were pretty evenly matched. When I was down to my boxer briefs and Evan still had his pants and underwear on, he said, “Winner of the game gets his dick sucked.” I thought that was a little late in the game for that, but asked, “You mean the winner of the game or whoever is last to lose their clothes?” The reason I asked is because even though I had lost one more round than he had, I was leading in the dart game, but by just a little. He surprised me when he said, “The winner of the game. They get their dick sucked for three minutes, then we play another game.” I agreed as did my cock as I felt, then saw a wet spot in my underwear appear. I found I wasn’t the only one after I won the next round and the game. As Evan removed his pants, I noticed he had a wet spot forming in his own briefs. My cock throbbed as we walked into my bedroom, and I laid down on my back. We used the timer that I used when playing chess and set it for three minutes. Neither of us said anything as Evan climbed between my legs and pressed the start button on the timer. Evan then pulled my cock from my briefs and put his mouth over my cock and went to work, bobbing up and down. I knew I had to be producing a lot of precum as his warm, wet mouth on my cock felt so good. He never glanced up at me as I watched him working on my cock. The timer went off way too soon as far as I was concerned and Evan stayed on my cock for several seconds after the timer rang. Evan then climbed off my bed, and I slid my boxer briefs back over my stiff cock, which was twitching, trying to get the attention of that wet warm mouth that had just abandoned it.
We decided to just stay in our underwear and the loser of the game would be required to remove theirs while they sucked the winner’s cock and then put them back on for the next game. I lost the next game, and it may have been by unconscious desire. I slid off my boxer briefs and we went into my bedroom again. Once again, we didn’t really make eye contact or say anything. Evan climbed onto the bed while I set the timer. I pulled the elastic waistband of his briefs down over his rigid cock before starting the timer, then put my mouth over his cock and went to work. I didn’t hesitate this time like I had on the previous night. I worked my tongue across the underside of his cock and also swirled it around the corona of his cut cock. I was rewarded with more of the salty sweet flavor of his pre and redoubled my efforts. Once again, the timer rung way too soon, so I remained on his cock a bit longer, but not too long since I was pretending this was a punishment for losing the game. I was sure he was too, but neither one of us was going to admit that we wanted to do this.
The third game was taking forever. It almost seemed like we were both trying to lose. I picked up my game toward the end and won. Evan slid out of his briefs, and I followed him into my bedroom. For the first time, I took notice of his butt as his buns flexed and relaxed as he walked in front of me. I took my place on the bed as he set the timer. My cock was extremely happy to have that warm, wet mouth back on it. I’m sure it drooled out some precum and Evan actually moaned a little as his mouth moved up and down my stiff rod. I’m sure it was involuntary. It seemed like my cock grew harder because of it though. Once again, the timer went off too quickly and Evan seemed to be ignoring the ding sound. I began experiencing that strange feeling I’d had the other night which I now had determined was an impending strong orgasm, so I gave Evan a gentle push off my cock which throbbed excitedly as his mouth came off of it. I think he knew why I had pushed him off of it, and he seemed to hesitate before getting up off the bed. I began to wonder if he was thinking about letting me cum in his mouth. Just the thought made that feeling return, so I tried to focus on anything but that thought. It was difficult though as I watched his buns again while he walked to the other room where his underwear were. We played three more games after that and interestingly, we kept trading wins back and forth. I think we decided to stop after that, probably because we were both ready to explode. I know I was. We decided to get dressed so we could go downstairs and grab a snack. Before we did, I asked him, “Do you want to spend the night?” He hesitated for a moment, so I was expecting him to decline. Instead, he said, “Ok, but I’ll have to call my mom to let her know.”
Evan’s Perspective
I saw Ron walking up ahead of me after school. I was hoping we might hang out later and see what developed. I was hoping for a replay of some kind of what we had done the other night. I wasn’t sure how Ron was feeling about what we had done, so I decided to keep it low key. I caught up with him and asked if he wanted to shoot some hoops before dinner, something we did a lot. Ron was on the school team. He wanted me to try out for it but I didn’t want to have to go to all the practices, drills and shit. As we were shooting around, Brian showed up. He started telling some of the younger kids they weren’t handling the ball correctly. I thought Ron might say something to him, but he ignored it. It was obvious Brian didn’t understand how to shoot or dribble but tried to act like an expert around the younger guys. We played a pickup game and Brian embarrassed himself. He stormed off after the game and I lost a lot of respect for him after that. On the way home, I asked Ron if he had any plans after dinner. I was hoping he’d invite me over. He did, and I was already planning some way to get Ron naked and hopefully suck some dick again.
After I ate, I went over to Ron’s. He was playing fortnight. I watched him lose and then we began playing together. My heart wasn’t really in the game, and I was glad after we had won that round that Ron wanted to quit. I suggested we play a game of darts and Ron agreed. We were pretty even so I didn’t play as hard as I could have to make sure he won. Before we started the next game, I suggested that whoever lost each turn had to remove a piece of clothing. I was hoping to lock in. He agreed. The game was close. He was slightly ahead in the game, but I had won one more turn, so he was in his boxer briefs while I still had my pants on. He had an obvious woody going on, so I decided to go for it and suggested that whoever won the game, got their dick sucked. Ron was reluctant at first because he though I meant whoever was naked first. Once he understood, he was down for it. YES! I didn’t care if I won or lost. I was up for getting my dick sucked or suckin’ his. Didn’t matter to me, although I loved the taste of his pre. I wondered if his cum tasted as good. I know my own isn’t bad, but I like my pre better. I was also curious what it would feel like to have him skeet in my mouth. Would he let me skeet in his?
I lost that game during the next turn, so we both still had our underwear on. Ron grabbed his chess timer and then went into his bedroom and lay down on his back. We set the timer for three minutes, which was what we had agreed on. After pulling his hard dick out of his boxer briefs, I started the timer and took his cock in my mouth. I didn’t make eye contact with him because I was afraid he’d see how eager I was for this. I could taste a little of his pre but after I went up and down on his dick a few times, I tasted a lot more of that sweet stuff. The timer went off way too soon and I kept going for a little, but then thought Ron might realize I was liking it and get freaked. I pulled off of his dick and got off the bed.
We decided not to put our clothes back on and that the loser of each game would have to remove their underwear and then put them back on again to start the next game. I won the next game, and Ron slid out of his boxer briefs. I watched as that Big Banana flew out and bounced around. Then I followed it, I mean Ron, into his bedroom where I dropped onto his bed on my back. When Ron pulled the waistband of my underwear down below my balls, I already had a drop of pre at the tip of my dick. He started the timer and took my dick in his mouth, then he started doing things with his tongue that were driving me fuckin nuts. The timer sounded but Ron continued suckin’ my dick for a little longer, which made me wonder if he was into this as much as I was.
I think we both were competing to lose the next game. I know I was. The game was dragging on until Ron started playing for real. I lost or that’s what we called it. I was looking forward to tasting more of that pre of Ron’s. He didn’t disappoint. I even tried to imitate what he’d done with his tongue, and it paid off as a gush of his pre flooded my mouth. I heard a slight moan, then realized the sound came from me. It must have been a reflex reaction from the taste of his pre. As I concentrated on doing a good job on Ron’s big banana, I heard the bell sound of the timer. I pretended not to hear it. A little bit later, I felt Ron pushing me off. I thought I might have gone too far and he was weirded out. I hesitated, wondering what he’d do if I dropped back down onto his cock until he skeeted in my mouth. I decided to get up instead and not risk it.
We played three more games after that, and they went back and forth. I had mixed feelings when Ron wanted to stop after that. Part of me wanted to coax that load out of Ron, making the excuse I didn’t want to chance it spraying my face, so I kept my mouth on it. The other part was I still thought Ron might freak out if I began skeeting in his mouth. I was wondering what he was thinking about, then he suggested we go downstairs for a snack. As we got dressed, Ron asked me, “If you want, you could stay overnight?” Ordinarily, that question would have been typical as I’ve slept over many nights at Ron’s over the years. This night was different. First, it let me know that Ron wasn’t freaking out over what we’d done so far. Secondly, maybe more might happen before morning.
When we got downstairs, Ron’s mom asked, “Going home, Evan?” Ron replied, "No, mom. He’s staying overnight. We’re just grabbing a snack, then we’re going to play some games before bed.” She smiled and said, “Ok. Have fun. There’s some apple pie in the fridge and ice cream if you want some.” We ended up heating up the apple pie and scooping chocolate ice cream on top. We ended up sitting on the sofa in the living room with Ron’s mom watching tv and eating our apple pie ala mode with a bag of potato chips in between us. Ron’s mom enjoyed the company, and we stayed downstairs until the movie we were watching was over. I liked her. It was one of The Taken series, either the second or third. After that, we took our dishes out to the kitchen then headed upstairs with some sodas.
When we got back upstairs, Ron surprised me and pulled out a bottle of spiced rum. We mixed it with our sodas then played some more Fortnite. The drinks were strong, and our game play steadily got worse. We eventually got frustrated and turned the game off. We went down to the bathroom and brushed our teeth, then went back up to Ron’s bedroom where we undressed down to our underwear like we always did when I slept over. I was trying to figure out a way to have us sleep naked tonight but knew it would have to seem like it was his idea. I had no idea how I could do that. I also was curious if he’d be willing to let me skeet in his mouth. I know I was willing to taste his and even swallow his skeet.
Ron’s Perspective
We had climbed into bed and were lying on our backs getting ready to go to sleep. I was thinking about what we had done earlier. It seemed like Evan was as eager to suck my cock as I was to suck his. I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t pushed him off me and instead had started to cum in his mouth. Would he have been disgusted and been angry at me? Would he have gotten dressed and left, never to talk to me again? Would he instead have swallowed my cum willingly? I wondered if his cum tasted like my own. I had tasted it a few times and found that it wasn’t bad, actually, I kind of liked it. Maybe if I made it seem like I was surprised and made the excuse that I didn’t pull off because I didn’t want to get his cum all over my face, that I had kept my mouth on his cock while he came. I’d get to taste his cum without admitting that I had wanted to try it. As we laid there, Evan asked me, “Have you ever tasted your own skeet?” I was surprised by his question and wasn’t sure I should tell him the truth. He was using the term our generation was starting to call cum, or ejaculate. I responded by taking the safest way out, “One time, when I was beating off to some porn, I came so hard I accidentally shot some in my mouth, so yes, I have. How about you?” He replied, “Same. Did you like it?” I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was it a trap. If so, I should say no, but maybe he was trying to see if I was willing to taste his because he wanted to taste mine. If that was the case, maybe I should say I did. A more neutral answer was what I gave him, “I wasn’t disgusted by it. I didn’t puke or anything. It surprised me at first that I shot that far. Then I guess I thought about the taste. It was like the health teacher said in health class, it had a slightly salty taste. Remember how all the kids roared with laughter when he told us that? But mine also tasted a little like creamed Brazile nuts.” Evan started laughing and repeated me, “Creamed Brazile nuts huh? I guess that’s a good comparison. I remember that day. The whole class was laughing, even the girls. I wonder how many of the other boys went home that day and jerked off just so they could taste their own to see if the teacher was right.” Evan said, "other boys." Did he just slip up and admit that he had done it himself? I was curious and decided to see where this was going, “Why did you ask me that?” Evan replied, “Just curious.” We lay there quietly for several minutes. My cock was throbbing after talking about it. Evan then asked, “Remember what we did a few nights ago?” There was a nervous tremble in my voice as I replied, “Yeah.” Evan then said, “I almost stopped too late. I guess that’s why I skeeted in my underwear.” I grinned and my cock throbbed even more as I recalled seeing him cream in his briefs, “Yeah, I thought that’s what happened. Obviously, I was close too. I almost wished that I had put my hands over my cock sooner, so I didn’t have to clean up the cum I shot all over my floor. It’s all good, though.” I laughed nervously. He did too. Then he asked, “What would you have done if I hadn’t pulled out when I did?” There it was, the loaded question. I chose my words carefully, “I don’t know. If I would have pulled off, you would have creamed all over my face and hair, maybe I would have just swallowed it to avoid the mess, but then I would have probably cum at the same time. What would you have done?” He replied, “Same. It would have been tough doing anything else while I was skeeting at the same time.” I could feel the wet spot forming in my briefs. My cock was achingly hard right now. Then Evan asked, “Have you ever been curious if all cum tastes the same?” My response was the truth, but it was also evasive, “It can’t taste the same. People eat different things. That has to factor into what your cum ends up tasting like. For example, I read somewhere that eating pineapple makes your cum taste sweeter. I eat a lot of fruit, including pineapple.” I could see Evan grin, even in the mostly dark room. I also took notice that the cover at his crotch had a similar lump in it as mine did. He laughed nervously and said, “So you think your skeet is sweet.” I decided to go for it, “Want to try it, and see?” I was excited by his reply but also cautious as he said, “If you do too.” I thought about it for a minute, then replied, “I will on one condition, if you cum first, you have to promise you’ll keep sucking me until I cum too.” Evan replied immediately, “Deal.”
We pulled down the covers and slid out of our briefs. I saw his briefs had a huge wet spot like mine. Instead of one of us climbing on top of the other, we moved on our sides, and I flipped around with my head toward the bottom of my bed. I took hold of his cock. I could see a shiny drop of his pre at the tip of his cock with the little light that was in the room. I stuck out my tongue and swiped it off. I liked the taste. I felt him do the same. I then put my mouth over his cock and began working my lips and tongue over his silky hard shaft. He began doing the same to mine. It felt so good; I wasn’t sure I would last very long. I found myself concentrating on his cock, the texture, the feel of the veins and the tube which formed the underside, but when I reached the tip, I worked my tongue around the whole corona and also the piss slit, using my tongue in a snake-like fashion. Then I’d dive down the length again. I heard him moan favorably, or was that my own moan of pleasure? We were soon both moaning as we approached climax. I didn’t need to worry about his promise as we both began cumming almost simultaneously. His cum wasn’t as sweet as my own, but it wasn’t bad either. What surprised me was how it felt inside my mouth. It was like I could feel all those little sperm swimming around in my mouth. I wanted to keep his cum in my mouth so I could get a grasp on that feeling, but soon had to swallow, as he continued to pump his baby batter into my mouth. He kept his mouth on my cock as it pumped my own swimmers into him. We both kept our mouths on each other’s cocks until they had pumped out the last drools of cum. Evan squirmed as I tried to lick his cock clean. I did the same as his tongue grazed my now sensitive corona. We pulled our mouths off each other’s cocks, and I flipped back around and laid my head back on my pillow as I savored the remnants of Evan’s cum. We didn’t talk, but we’d finally done it. We had cum in each other’s mouths, and I looked forward to the next time, excitedly. I said, “Goodnight”, he did as well, and I drifted off to sleep soon after that.
Evan’s Perspective
I was trying to get us naked but now I was also wanting to see if he would be willing to suck my cock and let me skeet in his mouth this time. I very much wanted to taste his. I almost lost it when he reminded me about what the teacher had said during sex education in health class. Then, after he told me about the pineapple thing, I had to get a taste of his skeet. He wasn’t making it easy until I tried to bust his balls when he implied that his skeet was sweet from eating pineapples. He caught me off guard with his question, “Want to try it, and see?” I figured now was the chance and told him I would if he would. I think he thought I’d bail and wanted me to promise I wouldn’t. I had no problem with that and said, “Deal.” We quickly removed our underwear and Ron flipped around opposite me. We lay on our sides this time. We were soon slurping away on each other’s dicks. Ron was doing crazy shit with his tongue. I tried to mimic what he was doing. I wanted to worship that Big Banana. God, when that thing suddenly swelled and began shooting that creamy stuff in my mouth, I lost it and began skeeting in his mouth too. I could feel his tiny baby-makers swimming on my tongue. It was kind of a tingling feeling, and the taste was fire! I wasn’t about to take my mouth off that dick until there wasn’t anything left in his balls to get. I finally had to, when we both realized how sensitive we were, after we’d finished skeeting. Once we finished and Ron moved back up beside me, I wanted to tell him how much I enjoyed it. We just lay there quietly though, saying nothing. Ron then said, “Good night.” I replied the same. As I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I thought of was that we were now both naked.
Ron’s Perspective
I woke up the following morning with my hard cock wedged between Evan’s bare butt cheeks and my chest tight against Evan’s back. It felt so nice, but what if Evan woke up and didn’t like us being like that. I thought of pulling back and or rolling over, but then realized I was at the edge of the bed. I either had to roll off the bed or remain where I was. I lay there trying to decide, while my cock throbbed in the cleft between his firm cheeks.
To be continued..
