“Yesss!” We shouted and high fived.
It’d taken a couple hours, but we finally defeated the final boss in Elden Ring. I checked my phone for the first time in hours to see a couple missed calls from my friends wanting to play basketball. I couldn’t tell them where I was because they would’ve clowned me all week for it.
I was at my friend Sam’s house who was known in school for being the weird kid who was always alone. I thought he was strange too until one time I got paired up with him for a biology project and he turned out to be a cool dude. We both like video games and had a similar taste in music. Since then, I hung out with him from time to time because I was too nice to ignore the fact that he needed a friend.
“Finally bro that took sooo long!” He said, laying back on his bed.
“I know man, I still can’t believe we beat the game. I was starting to think it was impossible,” I said, laying back on the bed beside him.
“Me too,” he said, then paused and sat up to look at me. “Hey, thanks for coming over, I couldn’t have beat the game without you.”
I chuckled at his sudden sincerity; we’d just been yelling all kinds of vulgarities at the game a few minutes ago. “No problem man. It was fun,” I said, sitting up and giving him a fist bump.
“No I’m serious,” he said, readjusting himself to face me. “You’re the only one at school who treats me like an actual human being. I know you don’t have to hang out with me and probably even get made fun of for it, so seriously thank you.”
I shifted on his bed uncomfortably and averted his gaze. “It’s all good bro, don’t mention it.”
“No I don’t think you understand how thankful I am. You know what? Let me show you.”
Before I could process what he said or meant, he shoved me onto my back, yanked down my pants, and stuck his mouth onto my cock.
“Wha—” Before I could finish my protest, he tugged on my flaccid cock with his lips, pulling it as high as it could go, then letting it flop to my balls. I’m ashamed to admit, this maneuver was all it took for my dick to harden into a raging erection.
The sounds of him slobbering on my cock drowned out any of my weak attempts at protesting. My brain screamed at me to stop him, but my dick was in heaven in his mouth.
He tugged my balls with his teeth and a moan escaped my lips. I bit my lip trying to mask how much I was enjoying this. But the finale was when he slid my entire dick down his throat and held it there while he licked my balls. He finally let got just seconds before I would’ve been forced to ejaculate.
Saliva dripped from his mouth as he stared at me to wait for any objections. I was frozen in shock and stared back at him incredulous. After I didn’t object, he walked on his hands and knees over me like a hungry lion and kept his eyes locked on its prey until he was directly above me and we were staring at each other face to face. He paused as if deciding whether to make his next move and I held my breath. Suddenly, he swooped down and kissed me. And to my surprise, I kissed him back. I closed my eyes and delighted in the touch of his soft lips. We swapped saliva and our tongues wrestled for space in each other’s mouths. I don’t know where he learned, but he was a phenomenal kisser.
While we kissed, we heard a knock on the door. “I made pizza rolls!” His mom announced from outside.
Without missing a beat, he said, “Alright mom, just leave it at the door, I’ll get it in a second,” then continued kissing me. I’d never seen this confidence before, but it was hot.
A minute later, he got up to get the pizza rolls. He still had his clothes on and I wondered if that was it. But he set the pizza rolls down on his nightstand, then took off his shirt. He had the skinny boy abs of someone who doesn’t work out but somehow has a solid physique.
He walked over and helped me take off my shirt, leaving me bare-chested with my dick still hanging out of my pulled-down pants. He grabbed a pizza roll and gazed at me as he bit off a corner. I was confused, were we taking a snack break? But the next thing I knew, he was squirting the tomato sauce from the pizza rolls onto my nipples. I winced as the piping hot sauce touched my nipples. He took his time to lick and suck them clean, biting them for good measure.
He grabbed another pizza roll and pulled down his pants to spread the tomato sauce over his dick. His dick was semi-soft in while mine was still rock hard. His bushy black pubes surrounded his caramel-skinned cock and evenly weighted hairy balls that hung like decoration. To be fair, he had a beautiful cock.
“You’ve probably never sucked dick before, so to make it easy for you, I put this delicious pizza roll sauce on it so your first dick will taste like a yummy pizza roll. And you love pizza rolls, don’t you?” He said with a knowing grin.
I tried to speak but could only muster a nod. I still couldn’t believe this was happening nor that I was just going along with it. I didn’t want to verbally accept that that I would be sucking dick, but I didn’t want to object to it either.
He gave me no time to come to my senses as he laid my head onto his pillow and shoved his dick in my mouth. I tasted the familiar fantastic taste of pizza rolls along with the unfamiliar texture of smooth foreskin. But the more he slid it up and down my tongue, the more I got used to it and relished the sensation.
Soon, I realized his dick was penetrating deeper and deeper and his hips were swinging faster and faster until he was aggressively face-fucking my mouth. His balls slapped against my chin and my throat was forced to widen to take his plunges. Once my throat had widened to his liking, he drove his dick entirely down my throat and held it there. I fought my against my gag reflexes and tried my best to keep his cock down my throat. Finally, he pulled out and I rolled over, choking up saliva and gasping for breath.
“Wow! Good job Carson! You took my dick so well!” He kissed me in congratulations. Did I just deepthroat a cock? And enjoy it?
He kissed my neck while he grabbed a bottle out of the nightstand drawer beside the bed. I found myself looking forward to what we were going to do next. He squirted the bottle of lube onto his hands and applied it to my cock which had been rock hard since we started.
"I want your dick inside of me," he said, staring me down while he lubed my cock with both hands. "I want to feel your big dick in my ass." My dick jolted in excitement and pre-cum was flowing like a river.
Once my dick was well-lubed, he climbed on top of it and slowly lowered his ass onto my cock. His asshole was loose and wet, and my dick slid in like it belonged there. The sensation of my dick inside a boy’s ass was new to me and my face contorted in a pleasant surprise. He smiled at seeing me enjoy myself as my dick went further into his ass.
In no time, he was sitting on my lap with my whole cock inside him. Leaned back on both hands, he bounced on my cock while his erect cock flailed in all directions. We moaned in synchronization with every bounce, both in our own paradise.
Abruptly, he stopped bouncing and leaned over to grab my head and look me in the eyes, “I need you to fuck me hard. Can you do that?”
I nodded, still unable to verbally agree.
He kissed me then laid onto his stomach beside me and motioned for me to get on top. I leapt on top without thinking but as soon as I saw his bubble butt staring back at me, I had second thoughts on what I was about to do. Previously, I had just been sitting back and letting him have his way with me, but this was the first active action I was going to be taking. Was I really about to do this? At that moment, his asshole gaped wide open and seemed to be inviting me inside.
I dropped my dick in his ass, and it sank to the bottom with ease. I pounded his ass with every ounce of my present gay frustrations and confusions. I fought back tears as I contemplated with every thrust why I was enjoying sex with a guy so much, how he convinced me so quick, and whether this was his plan all along. He had revealed hidden gay desires within me that I never knew I had, and I punished him viciously for it. The bed shook, headboard creaked, and he cried out for more.
I kept drilling his ass until I physically couldn’t anymore and collapsed on top of him in exhaustion. We laid there, recovering from our exertion, both breathing heavy. Once I'd caught my breath, I kissed his neck and back and whispered in his ear, "This is what you wanted all along, huh?"
Before he could answer, we heard more knocks on the door, “I made lemonade!” His mom cheerfully declared, unaware of what was happening on the other side of the door.
“Ok mom! Just leave it there!” Sam shouted annoyed.
I waited until I heard her walk away then rolled off of him, “Can your mom not hear us?”
“She doesn’t care what we’re doing, she’s just glad I have a friend over,” he said with a laugh and got up to get the lemonade.
I laughed as well, and laid on my back to realize the sheets were soaked with our sweat. Lemonade sounded pretty good right now.
“Nice cold lemonade,” he said, waving the ice-cold pitcher. “But to get this, you gotta cum for me.”
“What? I can’t just cum on command.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’m happy to help you.” Immediately, he grabbed my cock and balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My dick had gone soft from fatigue but in seconds it sprang to life. It only took a few of his guzzles before I could feel myself about to cum.
“I’m about to cum,” I whimpered.
He paid me no mind and continued to bob his head on my cock. My dick shuddered then erupted into his mouth. He deepthroated my cock while it was spewing as if he wanted to make sure every drop of cum went down his throat. Only when the flow stopped, did he let go of my dick and left it pulsating as if it was gasping for breath.
He licked his lips and gazed at me as if still hungry for more. “You taste incredible.”
“Thank you,” I murmured awkwardly.
He snickered at my shyness and handed me a cold glass of lemonade.
I chugged the glass in one swig.
“I’m glad you’re thirsty, because you still have to drink my cum,” he smirked.
I gawked as a wave nervousness flooded over me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it easy for you again. Watch this.”
He poured more lemonade into the glass and filled it about a quarter of the way full. Then he stroked his cock over it as he stared me down. My eyes darted from him to the ground, too shy to hold eye contact for too long as he moaned with delight.
A few strokes later, he gave a load groan as he jolted and cummed uncontrollably into the glass. Semen splattered on the sides of the glass and large globs splashed into the lemonade, so much that his semen made it a few shades lighter. When he was finished, he swirled the concoction together with his cock mix it then handed it to me.
“This’ll be the best lemonade you’ve ever had,” he said, trying to persuade me.
I looked at the semen covering the walls of the glass and the murky lemonade and licked my lips. I finished the glass in one gulp. It was a saltier taste than the glass of lemonade I'd just drank before, but it complimented the sour and sweetness. He was right about it being the best lemonade I’d ever had.
I wanted to prove that I didn’t need to be babied, so once I finished the glass, I moved to his cock which still had a couple drops of lemonade and cum on it and sucked him dry.
“Woah,” he said surprised. “Someone enjoyed themselves today!”
I didn’t say a word but just looked up at him as I continued sucking his cock.
“That means we’re going to have to do this again soon aren’t we?” He said caressing my hair.
I stopped sucking his cock to finally muster my first confident words of the hour, “Very very soon. I can stay the night.”
He laughed, “Sleepover it is then.”
