Chapter 1
"Got a hard-on, haven't you, Tommy?"
"Huh? Hey, cut it out, bastard!"
The stocky blond boy rolled away from his friend, onto his belly, his solid ass stretching the faded fabric of the cut-offs as he pumped his prick against the bed.
"Son of a bitch! What the fuck you think you're doin'?"
David Durkin giggled, slipping his fingers between Tommy's legs and pushing up toward his groin. The flat of his hand went into Tommy's back, holding the boy down as one finger worked its way into the leg of the shorts and the tight band of his briefs to feel a wisp of pubic hair. Tommy worked his ass against the bed again.
"Damn you, Davey! Cut it out!"
"What's the matter -- aren't you horny today? How many times did you jerk off at school?"
"None, asshole! You're the only one loony enough to play with yourself where any of the teachers can catch you! Or have you been sucking Mr. Gleidor again?"
"He hasn't asked me," Davey said, wrestling with the reluctant Tommy, trying to turn him over. "Not that I wouldn't. He must have ten inches!"
"Yeah? How do you know?"
"Saw him taking a leak during the basketball game a couple of months ago. I think he had a hard-on, but he put it away real quick when he saw me come in."
"I'm surprised you didn't try to take it right out again. Ow! Damn it, Davey! Take it easy. You wanna rip my pants?"
"If I have to. Anything to get at your cock."
"Okay! Okay!"
Tommy turned again, flung his arms wide to show that he had given up the battle.
"Take me. I'm yours."
Davey grinned again. He was eighteen, three months younger than Tommy, slender and boyishly beautiful in the classic sense. Soft brown curls tumbled over the delicate planes of his face, while full red lips poutingly reached out to tantalize the world.
"What can I do to you?" he asked now.
"Anything you want to." Tommy sighed. "Make me feel good, Davey."
"Don't I always?"
"Not when you bite!"
"Okay, no biting this time. I promise."
Long tapering fingers worked with the knotted laces on Tommy's tennis shoes, giving up at last to tug the footgear off his heels and following them with the athletic socks. Tommy wiggled his toes, his eyes closed, as Davey transferred his attention to the cut-offs. He opened the belt and worked down the zipper, his finger passing lightly over the hard boy-cock beneath, and Tommy cooperated by raising his ass to let Davey tug the shorts down to his knees and then to his ankles.
"Geez! You've pissed your underwear!"
Tommy scowled. "Did not. That's pre-whatchamacallit stuff, you know, what Mr. Horton said in health class. The stuff that comes out first. It just means I'm horny!"
Davey eyed the stain on the cotton shorts but said nothing more as he worked on his friend's shirt. There was no T-shirt beneath the pullover, so once it was off he was left with nothing but the orange-colored briefs. They clung to his hips as though glued, the wisp of hair Davey had felt before escaping through the one leg band.
"You are hard!" he said, triumphant.
"What the fuck do you expect? Jeez, you with your Goddamn hand in my pants all the way home from school. I swear, Davey, you're what Preacher Matheson said, like he called Angie Wilkins -- you know, a Goddamn public disgrace. That's you."
"I don't go around screwing in public," said Davey as he finished tugging the shorts from Tommy's feet.
"You might as well!"
Tommy looked into his friend's eyes, then glanced down the length of his own body to where his cock reared against the fabric of his shorts. He flexed his stomach muscles and his joint jumped once, and then again.
"Goddamn it, you gonna wait all day? Suck me!"
"I'm not sure I want to," said Davey, primly, sitting up. "After all, if you think I'm no better than a whore..."
"Suck me, damn you!"
Tommy lunged for him, captured him, his arms wrapping tightly about Davey and throwing him down on the bed. He climbed on the younger boy's chest, his knees capturing Davey's arms, and worked his cut-offs down until the waistband was below his balls. The elastic pushed up on the velvet sac of his nuts, helping throw the cock tight against his belly.
"Suck it!" he cried, working forward against Davey's face. "Eat me!"
"No!"
Davey closed his lips tight, bit down with his teeth, and turned his head away. His hands flexed and he tried to hump up against the other boy, but Tommy was too heavy for him, too strong.
"Goddamn you, Davey! You got it hard, now you're gonna take it! Open those fuckin' teeth before I knock my cock right through them!"
He shook his head once, keeping his face turned away, but Tommy had worked his way up even farther until the blond boy was almost sitting on Davey's face. Now Tommy caught his head, forced him to look up.
"Suck it!"
"No!" The word escaped through clenched teeth.
"You'll be sorry if you don't."
"No! Unnnhhhh!"
Tommy balled one fist suggestively, but Davey returned his stare defiantly. At last the older boy reached down to cup Davey's cheeks in his hands.
"One last chance."
"Unhhhhhunhhhbh!"
"Okay, you asked for it."
His fingers dug at the space behind the last teeth, working in with sheer strength that forced the younger boy's mouth suddenly open. Davey gasped, and tried to turn away again, but Tommy was too quick for him. Suddenly the prick was there, rubbing across his lips, forcing its way in.
He started to bite on the flesh rod between his teeth but Tommy anticipated the move and rapped his knuckles on Davey's skull.
"No biting, you bastard! You promised!"
Davey surrendered, the tension draining from his body, his arms falling flat. Tommy read the signs and relented, moving his knees from the other boy's now sore arms, and Davey swallowed, working the pain from his muscles. The prick-head prodded at the back of his throat, but now Tommy drew back.
"You gonna behave?"
Davey nodded enthusiastically, and Tommy pulled out, flopping on his back. Now it was his turn to take the position of surrender, grinning as his young friend got up on his knees, still rubbing his sore arms.
"C'mon, take my shorts off the rest of the way."
Davey did so, scowling. "Christ, you hurt me!"
"That's what you get for fighting me. You know I like to be boss."
"I'm not your slave!"
"I wish you were." Tommy sighed, let his eyes close. "Jeez, that would really be neat, havin' you for my slave. You'd have to do whatever I tell you, whatever I felt like doin'. You'd suck me an' I'd cumhole you an' make you jerk me off."
"You don't want much, do you?"
"Every damn thing I can get." Tommy grinned. "Jeez, I'd make you go bare ass naked all the time, you'd have to wear a collar on your neck. I'd put a leash on you an' lead you around like a puppy dog. Goddamn, wouldn't that be great!"
"Not for me," said the other boy, reaching into his own shorts to ease his own hard cock. He unbuttoned his belt and shucked his pants, then decided to go the rest of the way. Twenty seconds later he was as naked as his young friend and lover. "I don't want to be somebody's slave," he said, lying beside Tommy, his head at the other bay's hip. He reached over to fondle the thick cock. It was five and a half inches long, nearly an inch shorter than Davey's own, but almost twice as thick. The heavy veins were well outlined as they made their way up the stem.
"Yeah, but you'd like to be a master, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I suppose so. I never really thought about it."
"Well, I have," said Tommy, emphatically. "And I think it would be great. Just think, you'd have all the screwin' around you wanted whenever you wanted."
"I do okay as it is." Proving his point, he rose over Tommy, bringing his lips down to encompass the shape of the pink-violet glans, digging his tongue into the urethral opening.
"Yeah, ahhhhhh! That's good, Davey! Do it again, only take me all the way."
Davey propped himself on his elbow, staring at Tommy's cock while his fingers worked against the bottom of his cockhead. The older boy worked his shaft a time or two, making it jump with life, his balls rising and falling as he raised his head from the bed to stare down at what Davey was doing for him.
"Christ, you're hot!" said Davey.
"Squeeze it! Yeah, like that!"
Davey wrapped his fingers around the shaft and squeezed with all of his pressure, making Tommy gasp. The cockhead seemed to swell over the clutching fingers, the hole opening wide and flexing as a drop of pre-seminal fluid welled. It was only a drop, not enough to have caused the stain on the discarded undershorts, and Davey touched it with his finger, then worked over the shape of the cockhead with it, smearing the moisture until the last of it rubbed into the flesh.
"Eat me, Davey! Please!"
"No." He looked up at Tommy and shook his head. "I'm not hungry. Besides, I don't want to spoil my supper."
"Bastard! Suck me, damn you! Please, Jesus, Davey! Suck me!"
Tommy's ass humped up from the bed, his hands flat against the sheet as his teeth nibbled at his lower lip. Perspiration coated his forehead and was beginning to sheen his chest as he struggled to hold himself up in the awkward position, again humping at Davey.
"Please! Davey!"
"What will you give me if I do it?"
Still holding the shaft of Tommy's cock in one hand, Davey traced an idle circle around the glans with one finger. Then, glancing mischievously at the other, he brought his lips close to the cockhead and smacked them.
"What do you want?" gasped Tommy.
"Suck me back."
"You know I can't do it as good as you can."
"That's the price." Davey shrugged.
Tommy hesitated. "I'll jerk you off."
"Not enough."
"You can rub off between my legs."
"No. Suck me!"
He made a face. "You can cornhole me."
Davey grinned, releasing the cockshaft and shoving his hand between the other boy's legs. Tommy reared in reflex, and one finger found its way to the opening of his asshole, rubbed dry across it.
"Jeez, don't! I changed my mind, you can't cornhole me, Davey. It'll hurt too much."
"Then you have to suck me."
Another face. "Okay, bastard. But you start first."
"Any time!"
"Gah! Ahhhhhhhhhh, Jesus! Jesus, yes!"
Davey dove onto Tommy's cock, his mouth open wide to accept the hot flesh stick, taking in half of it at first gobble. His teeth started to nip at the shape of the shaft, then he recalled his promise. He covered them with his lips, pressing as hard as he could, while his fingers worked at the base of the shaft, making the nuts bob up and down in their hairy protection.
"Oh, do it, Davey! Do it! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Tommy's ass jumped again, working up and down in short, tiny strokes as sounds of animal pleasure escaped from his lips. His eyes closed, his mouth opened to gasp in air as the wonderful feeling of Davey's mouth worked around his cock, bringing delight.
"Suck me! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!"
"No!" Davey pulled back from his cock. "No more until you start sucking me! Now!"
Tommy's head rolled back and forth a time or two, and then the boy gave in. He reached for Davey's hips, rolling onto his side so that the boys faced each other, their cock-sticks poking toward each other's face. He took Davey's prick with the very tips of his fingers, holding it lightly as he stared at the swollen flesh of the instrument.
"Suck it!" Davey demanded. "I want to feel your teeth all the way down on my balls!"
Tommy's lips opened reluctantly and he moved an inch closer to his friend's cock. For a minute longer he stared at the shape of it, and then his eyes closed, his lips closing as they reached close enough to touch the shape of it. He held his breath until he was forced to drag air through his nostrils, and with it took the first deep tang of Davey's groin-smell.
"Suck it!" Davey cried again. "Suck!"
Tommy sighed, and opened his lips. The cock moved in quickly, easily, as Davey humped his ass forward, almost disappearing, Tommy's lips almost brushing the light patch of pubic protection. The balls hung low against the bottom leg as Davey fucked against him, throwing the rest of his meat deep into his friend's throat.
"Oh, Christ! Gagghhhh!"
Gagging, Tommy pulled away, wiping his mouth. Tears stung his eyes as he gasped in air.
"Take it easy, damn you! What are you tryin' to do, choke me to death?"
"I'm sorry," the other boy said, contrite, as he relaxed. To show his sincerity he touched Tommy's cock with his tongue, then took it in, all of it, his hands wrapping around the other boy's ass and pulling tight until there was no more of Tommy remaining outside.
"Ohhhh, yeah! Jesus, Davey, but you suck good! Yeah, do it -- just like that!"
Now Tommy took Davey's prick again, sucking it in as deep as he could in comfort, although that left nearly half of it outside his lips. He swallowed, his throat working convulsively, as he held to his friend's ass. Davey's arms wrapped tightly around Tommy again, pulling him down until the younger boy's face was almost completely lost in his friend's groin. He breathed in Tommy's stink, smelled sweat and cock and the piss that had stained the underwear when he had put his prick back into his pants too quickly.
Tommy sucked down, and then released Davey again, to gasp: "Oh, yeah! YEAH! SUCK IT! JESUSSSSSSSS!"
He fucked against Davey, then took the tip of the cock again, his lips working the foreskin down around the base of the glans as he felt his own prick sucked in with a strength great enough to bring the blood rushing to the tiny surface vessels. He was aching with the pleasure-pain of the erection; it felt as though he hadn't come in days.
"Suck me, Davey! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
The boys fucked against each other now, Tommy throwing his ass against Davey's face, Davey moving his groin against Tommy's pursing lips and trying to force his prick farther into the other boy's throat. Both had lost control of their actions, the fucking and sucking now automatic as their bodies responded to the sensations coursing through the meat of their sex organs.
"SUCK ME ME ME ME MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Davey was sucking, giving all that he had, working his lips and his throat and his lungs against Tommy's prick with all his pubescent strength as he tried to drag the other boy's cock deep into his body, into his stomach. He could taste Tommy's meat-taste in the throbbing shaft of his prick, knew what it would be like to swallow a chunk of Tommy's flesh whole. It was a strong taste, a good taste, a taste that drove him to heights of frenzy as his head moved back and forth rapidly, his chin and his nose banging with every stroke.
His ass flexed, pumping, throwing, pushing his cock deep into the other boy's mouth, and now Tommy surrendered, took all that Davey had to give him, swallowing until the head of Davey's cock banged past the uvula and filled the throat opening. He gagged, but Davey was gone, drawing out, his prick pulling back until the rim of his cockhead scraped against Tommy's teeth and stopped, only to drive down again an instant later, as soon as his muscles and nerves could carry the order from his brain.
They sucked on each other, holding to each other, the bed jumping with the violence of their motions, their bellies slick with sweat that was a mixture of the outpouring of both bodies. They slid back and forth against each other now as their heads and asses moved almost too rapidly for the eye to capture and hold as a single image. Davey's fingers dug deeply into the tight muscles of Tommy's ass, Tommy's arms wrapped so tightly about Davey that his buttocks were squeezed red and then almost white.
Davey's cock flew forward, his groin and his pelvis slamming against Tommy's chin.
Tommy's cock was taken in to the very depths of the juncture with groin, the pubic hair leaving imprints across the pouting, sucking lips. Their balls jumped together, bounced together, hurting now with the violence of their sexual motion as the two sets of testicles banged back and forth, nearly squeezed between Tommy's legs when Davey's nose shoved them back, nearly caught between Tommy's cheek and Davey's thigh when Davey fucked down with all, his force.
Suck was a cry in Tommy's mind, the words trapped by the plunging shape of his friend's cock, his best friend's cock, his buddy's wonderful sex organ.
Words could not escape Davey's lips as he tried to suck Tommy even deeper into his body, tried to swallow his prick whole, tried to tear his cock away from his body to have and to keep, to feel deep within the heart of him, the gut of him.
Suck fuck suck! Eat it, take it, catch it, swallow it! Take that beautiful prick-stick, that wonderful chunk of boy-turning-into-man, that sexual rod of the purest physical delight.
Tommy and Davey felt the stirring in their balls at the same instant, the seed of sexual explosion germinating as prostate and testicles worked together to first make and then expel the seminal fluid and the load of cum. The cum was going where it should be going, the seed was going to feed the appetites of the boys, the adolescent pubescent sexual desires of two horny and hungry teenagers who didn't give a shit about fucking all the girls in school, in town. They were doing what they wanted to do most, they were fucking the person they wanted to fuck!
Empty, they clung together for a long moment, lacking the strength to turn away, to release the cock shapes from their mouths. Eyes closed, the boys breathed in the smell of each other, sighing. Completely still, neither heard the door from the garage open, the heavy steps coming along the hall.
"What the fuck is this?"
Davey heard the outraged voice, turned in horror to stare at the man in the doorway.
"Daddy!"