Well, we had ben standing around out there for 45 minutes; maybe an hour without seeing anyone other than each other, and the sounds of sex or any other sounds had not entirely diminished but were greatly reduced when Bob came out of his room to talk to us. Somehow, Danny still sported solid wood, and only because he did, so did I. I noticed that he seemed to be trying to hide his condition from his brother.
"Great job, guys! Thanks. I won't forget you for this. I think things have pretty well wound down to the point that we don't need to keep you hanging around anymore tonight. Just leave the bowl of condoms where they are in case anyone needs them and the liquor on top of the bar in case anyone wants another drink. Do me one more favor, if you will, before you call it a night. Grab a pen and a piece of paper to make some kind of a sign letting everyone know that the food is in the fridge if anyone is still hungry. Thanks again!"
And then he disappeared back into his little room behind the curtain.
So, we did as requested and then abandoned our post. It had been a long night and at that time I would have guessed that the sun would be rising any minute. I don't know what time it actually was but based on the fact that we were asleep before we saw the sun come up it was probably only 3:00 - 3:30 AM when we left the Pool House. We were tired; at least I was and I thought that Danny was too. We didn't even bother to find our clothes and put them on; not even our underwear. I found out as we were walking around the deep end of the Pool that Danny wasn't quite as tired as I thought he was when he charged me with a bull rush and wrapping his strong arms around me, used his momentum to knock me into the pool and drag me under. We wrestled around for a minute or two, using up most of the energy we had left and then climbed out and staggered toward the house, leaving a trail of wet foot prints behind us.
We went straight up to Danny's room. He grabbed a couple towels from his bathroom and threw one at me and as soon as we were dried off we both collapsed onto opposite sides of that king sized bed.
"What you wanna do?" I asked him.
"Sleep! Are you crazy? What do YOU want to do?" Danny asked, looking at me like I had two heads or something.
"Sleep!" I answered in agreement.
I'm sure that wasn't what I really wanted but at that moment it seemed like an honest answer as I didn't think I had a better option open to me.
"Good! Get up and turn the light off", Danny grunted, sounding as if he was already half asleep.
Since I had to get up to turn the light off, I figured I might as well take a leak. So I flipped the switch and felt my way to the bathroom door. With all the drinking I had done that night I figured it was either go now or wake up in the middle of my sleep time to go to the can. I didn't know how Danny could hold it. He'd had a lot more to drink than I had. He'd probably be waiting in line to get in here by the time I'm finished I grinned to myself.
When I got back into bed, Danny was already asleep so I quietly rolled over and before long I had joined him in peaceful slumber.
I'm not sure how much later it was when I woke up. Danny was tossing and turning so much that it had awakened me from a sound sleep. That was very unlike him so I rolled over and strained to see him in the dark. After a little time for my eyes to adjust I was able to barely make out the outline of his body. I was pretty sure he was facing me but just then he roled again and lay flat on his back.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh", he groaned and then something sounding like a soft cry followed.
"Danny . . . You alright?" I asked, both curious and a bit concerned.
Danny didn't answer right away,
"NAWWWWW!: he finally answered. "Something's wrong!"
"What?" I hurriedly answered, letting the growing concern be heard in my voice.
Danny hesitated again.
"Man . . . my nutz ache like you wouldn't believe. I think I might have a serious problem here . . . never felt anything like this before . . . never. It feels like someone has my nutz in a vice grip or something. You didn't accidently knee me in the jewels when we were tumbling into the pool a while ago did you?" he managed to spit out, stopping a few times to catch his breath and gasp in pain,.
I was out of bed in a flash and flipped the light back on.
"No man. I don't think so", I answered, looking over at him in pretty obvious agony.
"AWWWWWWWW . . . DAMN MAN . . . it hurts like you wouldn't believe", he groaned, gently cradling his big old nuggets with both hands; his dick still hard as a pipe and pointing straight toward the ceiling.
I started to laugh. Danny met my laughter with an angry stare of disbelief. He couldn't believe that I would actually laugh at his pain. He was right. That was totally uncharacteristic of me but this was a situation that called for a little laughter.
"I'm sorry, Dude", I apologized. "I know you're hurting but it's nothing serious, trust me."
I slipped back into bed.
"You sneak off and go to medical school or something while I wasn't watching you?" he shot back, "How do you know it's nothing serious?"
"Relax, Buddy. I'm pretty sure I know what the problem is. I've never had the problem before myself but I have heard some guys talking about it. You've just got a bad case of BLUE BALLS, that's all".
"That's all? THAT'S ALL? What the hell do you mean, that's all. You wouldn't say that's all if it was your nutz in a damn vice!" he insisted.
I had to stifle the urge to giggle again. Danny was probably right; if he was hurting as bad as he appeared to be and as much as I'd heard someone say that what he was suffering from could hurt, I'm pretty sure I would not be laughing. I couldn't blame Danny for being upset; angry even. The fact that he was almost downright belligerent, which totally was not Danny at all was probably more about him being more than just a little buzzed. But drunk or sober, his pain was no laughing matter.
"What the hell are Blue Balls and what makes you say they aren't serious?" Danny insisted.
"Well . . .", I began. "As I understand it, they are caused when a guy is highly aroused, especially for a long period of time, without being able to get a sexual release . . . you know. like a long session of heavy petting with a girl who gets you all worked up and then won't put out", I explained. "I can't give you a medical explanation of exactly what causes it . . . them . . . whatever, or a scientific one. I think it has something to do with something building up . . . fluids . . . chemicals . . . hormones . . . whatever. Something like that anyway".
"Something to do with something?" Danny groaned. "Damn . . . just when I was starting to believe; at least hope that maybe you knew what you were talking about. OWWWwwww! Damn my nutz hurt!"
"Relax, buddy. I may not be an expert on the subject . . . never meant to give the impression that I was . . . but the important thing is I know how to cure it and it's an easy fix", I assured my friend.
"Well why didn't you say so right away? What's the cure, man? Danny pleaded.
"You just need to blow a good load, man. You know . . . clean the pipes . . . get rid of those fluid or chemicals or whatever it is that builds up and causes you to hurt like you are", I explained.
Danny was giving me that look again . . . the one where he looks at me like I have two heads or something.
"Dude, you just need to bust a nut . . . you need to cum . . . that's all", I assured him again.
"Please man . . . don't say bust a nut", Danny said.
I couldn't help it that time, I had to laugh and fortunately I saw Danny give a weak smile or an attempt at a smile anyway out of one corner of his mouth. I think he even wanted to laugh a little but all that came out of his mouth was another groan.
"OK . . . so what do I have to do", he asked.
I knew then he was drunk for sure because Danny is not stupid . . . far from it, and that was a stupid question . . . don't you think.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuude", I grinned slyly. What do you usually do when you want to cum?
"You mean jerk off?" he asked, blushing so innocently and cutely.
"Duhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Yeah! I mean unless you can think of another alternative", I teased, giving him a very gentle shot in the arm.
I swear man . . . I don't know what the hell I would have done if he'd come up with a better suggestion because at that time and place with just the two of us anywhere in the house I could only think of one other possible option. Well, actually I do know what the hell I would have done and I've have done it in a second but I knew there was no way he would suggest or agree to that even if it did cross his mind which I am guessing it did not.
"Are you sure that will take care of this awful pain?" he asked pitifully.
"Danny, I can't be 100% sure since I've never experienced the problem first hand so I've never had to take the cure. Would you settle for 9% sure?" I asked with a wide grin.
"Dude . . . right now I would try just about anything to get rid of this pain, but ahhhhh . . . well I can't do it in front of you!"
I could see in his eyes that he wanted to say yeah.
"Naw Dude", he said after a long pause. "But . . . well I mean . . . can you face the other way or something?"
"Sure Buddy. No Problem!" I assured him rolling over to turn my back toward him.
If I hadn't been at all glad that Danny was drunk before I sure was right then. Like I said, Danny is not stupid. But he was apparently drunk enough to forget that his walk in closet was on my side of the bed and his closet doors were all mirrored. If I could stay low enough and find the right angle I could still watch him pretty good . . . on the sly.
I lay there watching Danny in the mirror. It was pathetic. I'd never seen a guy do such a pathetic job of jerkin' his gherkin before. Actually, I had never seen another guy beating his meat, not even in a porn flick or anything like that, but I couldn't imagine anyone doing a worse job trying to get off. I could only hope my buddy and favorite fantasy man wasn't always so inept at handling the dick of my dreams. He would give it a couple lazy strokes; touching it like it was something new that he had just discovered for the first time and didn't know if it was safe to touch or not. Just a couple strokes up and down and then he would groan and stop. After a short pause he would very gingerly give it a couple more strokes . . . up . . . down . . . up . . . down . . . . groan . . . stop. That same pattern pretty much repeated three or four more times.
"You sure this is supposed to work?" he asked, sounding pretty frustrated like part of him wanted to give up trying.
"Yeah . . . pretty sure", I answered, rolling over to face him. "Once you drain the old lizard it's my understanding that you should feel tremendous relief"
Danny repeated his pathetic attempt to jack himself off. Up . . . down . . . up . . . down . . . groan . . . stop. He actually let me watch. lying there facing him and not sneaking a clandestine peak in the mirror.
"Ummmmm, Danny?"
"Yeah?" he responded weakly.
"You have jacked off before? Haven't you?" I asked.
"Of course I have! What the hell kind of a stupid question is that?"
"Yeah, but have you ever successfully managed to unload a load out of those big old balls of yours with a technique like that?" I teased.
He took a swipe at me and I wasn't entirely sure it was meant to be all that playful that time.
I rolled away, chuckling.
Danny tried again. Up . . . down . . . up . . . down . . . up . . . down . . . AWWwwwwwwwww he groaned and stopped again, throwing his arms straight out from his sides.
"Help me" . . . he begged and pleaded.
I'd never seen Danny in such a helpless pathetic state before and his pain and sense of helplessness was quickly becoming my own. For a brief second I weighed the meaning of his plea for me to help him. I looked into his eyes and quickly realized that any thoughts that he actually wanted me to help him in the only way I could think to help were nothing more than wishful thinking on my part. When our eyes met, I think Danny saw the despair that I was feeling about his plight.
"Man . . ." I paused . . . "I wish there was something I could do. If there was anything I could do to help you out . . . anything . . . I'd do it"
"I know you would", Danny muttered softly in a way that made my heart melt and I felt closer to him than I ever had.
Up . . . down . . . up . . . down . . . groan . . . stop. "I can't do it!" Danny almost cried. It just hurts too much. I try not to do down too far because it feels like I'm punching myself in the nutz but even half strokes are so damn painful.
Poor Danny's cock was still hard as a steel rod and pointing skyward, and now there was a tiny droplet of precum sitting at the very tip of his beautiful dick, just glistening in the bright overhead light almost like his dick was winking at me. But I honestly think it was the feeling of despair and helplessly that Danny were sharing in that moment that motivated me a lot more than that precum when, without a word I swooped in and went for it.
"What the . . ." Danny tried to fend me off but I was too quick and the move had taken him completely by surprise. I'd captured the head of his dick between my lips as gently as I could, in spite of the speed that I knew would be necessary to capture his prize. As I wrapped my lips softly yet firmly around the captured dick head, Danny brought his arms up again and placed o hand on each of my shoulders. I had him short armed and he didn't have much leverage and when he felt my warm, wet tongue wrap itself around the top of his cock, he dropped his arms to his side and just let all his weight sink into the mattress in surrender.
"MMMMMMmmmmmmm", he moaned and it sounded so much better than his groans of agony.
Now, that was my first blow job. I mean the first time I gave a bow job, but then again, if I'd been on the receiving end it would have been the first time I'd been given a blow job. I guess you couldn't call what I had done at that point a blow job but it was the first time I had a cock in my mouth; hell . . . it was the first time I had ever touched a cock that wasn't my own. So, I guess to be honest, I really didn't know what to do. It's not like I was some kind of expert who knew all about technique and such at that point in my life. But I had sucked this particular cock so many times, even if it was only in my dreams while I slept or my fantasies while I was awake and damned if I didn't have a pretty good idea what I wanted to do to Danny's cock if and when I was ever lucky enough to find myself in that position. Only, I couldn't really rely on those dreams and fantasies. I couldn't just throw caution to the wind and follow my urges or my instincts.
What I really wanted to do once I'd taken the head of my buddy's dick into my mouth like that was to just plunge all the way down on it; see just how much of that dick of my dreams I could swallow. I wanted my mouth riding that cock, up and down, ups and down; faster and faster, harder and harder until Danny had no choice but to feed me a load of his boy batter.
But I couldn't do that. Under the circumstances, I could not let go and suck my buddy's dick with the reckless abandon that I usually did in my dreams. That could cause him as much pain as his own feeble attempts to jerk himself off. I mean, the whole reason I had thrown caution to the wind and swooped down to take his precious cock into my mouth before he even had time to realize what was going on and have a chance to stop me; risking the friendship that meant so much to me in the process, was that I knew that Danny NEEDED to cum.
That was the only thing that was going to help relieve his pain. He wasn't able to take care of himself so it was up to me. I didn't figure that my hand stroking his dick would have been any less painful than his attempts to stroke himself to climax but I thought that maybe a warm wet mouth caressing that cock could do the trick, but only if I was slow and gentle; cognizant of his needs and wiling to put my desires on hold.
Now, I don't mean to make it sound like I was making some kind of sacrifice or something. That thought never crossed my mind. I had that cock that I had wanted so bad, so often and for so long right where I had always wanted it. I just needed to concentrate on what I should and shouldn't do now that I had it for the first and very possibly only time; think about what was best for Danny and not let my animal’s instincts that were fighting to go wild win out. After all, it wasn't just Danny's dick that I loved and craved; it was Danny. And if I had to choose one I would say that I didn't love Danny because I was wild with lust for his beautiful cock; I craved that dick, just had to have it and found it so damn irresistible because it was my best buddy's dick.
Once he failed to ward me off with his initial attempt and felt my mouth wrapped around the end of his dick, Danny seemed to just surrender; at least for the time being, I decided it was time to very slowly and as gently as possible slide my lips further down the long shaft of my buddy's cock. Danny just lay there; cooing and purring. At least for the moment he seemed content to let me have my way with him. Maybe he was just giving into the lust that he felt with hot lips wrapped around his dick for what I assumed was the first time.
I was sure that I'd have heard all about it if my best friend had ever gotten past second base. I also knew the girls that my buddy had dated. We both went to school with all of them and trust me, none of them were the type to be gobbling some boy's knob at that tender age in their life.
I wasn't sure how much of Danny's dick I would be able to swallow. I wasn't yet aware of my talents and abilities as a cock sucker to know if I could have swallowed all of him as I so wanted to do and as I had always done in my dreams. And I also didn't know how far down that shaft I could get before Danny started to feel the pain in his balls. I was guessing that I could probably do a lot better with my mouth than he'd been able to accomplish with his fist and not hurt those aching balls. I just had to be able to do enough to help my buddy cum and relieve the terrible pain he was feeling.
I had managed to take about half of Danny's big ol' dick without any groans of pain or protests of any kind. It was very different than it had always been in my dreams. I guess the best thing was that it was real! It was slow and tender and in my fantasies it had been neither. Instead of just charging full speed ahead, I was having to think; I was having to feel what was happening and judge what I could and should do next. I was responding to the needs of that very special friend of mine and it was better than any dream or fantasy. I was using my tongue a lot; licking and swirling. It helped me determine if it was safe to slide further down Danny's stiff pole. Danny's big cock was criss-crossed with al these big veins and if my touch was light enough I could sometimes actually feel the blood rushing through them, keeping his cock pumped up.
I didn't know if that was normal for him with a hardon since I'd never seen his erect dick before, or if perhaps it had something to do with his condition. So I tried to allow my tongue to be as light as possible; barely making contact with his skin and those veins so as not to cause him any more pain and I think it gave my tongue more pleasure that way.
Once I'd taken half of Danny's cock into my mouth I started to worry about going any further, no matter how much I wanted to. I slid back up to the tip of his cock. It stood straight up and out from his groin and didn't require me to touch it with my hands at all, which was great considering the trouble he'd had trying to stroke it himself. As soon as his cock head slipped free of my lips, that little inverted "V" notch just below the underside of the head caught my attention. I had one of them too and knew from years of playing with myself that it was one of the most sensitive places on my cock and assumed that it was probably the same with Danny’s dick.
It beckoned to me and I zeroed right in on it. I licked it; and flicked it and tickled it with my tongue. That made Danny squirm. He said nothing but the noises that came from deep in his throat sounded pleasurable enough so I gave that little spot a lot of special attention. As I did that, a little precum started to drip from the tip of Danny's cock and flow down directly onto my tongue. I lapped it up like a kitten with a saucer if cream. When I had licked it all up I again circled just the head of Danny's cock and gave it a thorough tongue lashing. Danny squirmed a little more and I noticed his fist clutching at the sheets. That almost made me stop but I heard no groans of pain or complaints of any kind so I continued.
After a while I once again began to descend further along Danny's shaft. He started breathing heavier and then he suddenly brought both hand up. I was afraid he intended to push me away and pull his cock away from me but instead he grabbed my head in both his hands with his thumbs behind and his fingers in front of my ear lobes and instead of pushing me away he was ever so gently encouraging me to take more of him into my sucking mouth. I was happy to follow his lead but together we still proceeded very slowly.
Danny was panting like a puppy and still pulling my face closer toward his crotch. There was still a couple inches to go before we would reach the base of his cock and perhaps experience problems with his sore nutz. I felt the very tip of Danny's dick finally reach the back of my throat and from the sound that he made I could only assume that he felt it too as his sensitive cockhead encountered that first resistance from my throat muscles.
Out of fear and concern, I resisted the urge I was feeling but Danny had other ideas. For the first time, he took the initiative. Danny rolled and I rolled with him until eventually we had reversed positions with him above me for the first time and me lying on my back. Danny used his position of dominance to pop the head of his big dick past my clutching throat muscles and then he momentarily lost control and plunged his dick into me as far as it would go; leaving my nostrils pressed against his short and curlies. Danny immediately began to cry out like he hadn't done since I'd started blowing him and I nearly panicked. He immediately started to withdraw his cock as quickly as he could and I also took that as another sign of panic and thought that perhaps I was hurting him until I felt and tasted his cum filling my mouth as he tried to withdraw. I grabbed his muscular ass with both hands as quickly as possible and tried to stop his withdrawal, which I succeeded in me getting quite the mouth full before he popped his cock past my pursed lips and free of my mouth. Just before his dick escaped my lips, I got such a mouthful (I guess in all the excitement I forgot to swallow) that it actually started to squirt out of my nose. I coughed, which deposited some of that liquid treasure onto my chin just under my lower lip. Danny's dick continued to squirt as he defeated my efforts to keep him inside me and he blasted at least one more round onto my face, landing on my cheek and across my nose.
Largely spent, Danny collapsed on top of me but rather than roll off or simply lie there on top of me without moving he gripped me tightly in a strong embrace.
"Oh my God . . . I can't believe you did that. You are the best friend a guy ever had. Thank you, Buddy. Thank you so much. That was incredible", he babbled.
Then he lifted his head to look at me and immediately began to apologize.
"Oh Jeez", he lamented. "I am so sorry. You were such a great friend to do that for me and I came in your mouth . . . Oh I can't believe I actually came in your mouth like that. Can you ever forgive me? Please forgive me! Oh God, I am sorry!"
"Danny . . . don't worry about it. Please don't. There is nothing to forgive", I assured him most earnestly. "All that matters now is are you feeling better? Did it work . . . is the pain gone?"
"Yeah!" he exclaimed happily. "It is . . . I mean I think it is. I mean I can still feel something but it is totally different now and I don't think I would describe it as pain. It could be the slight remnants of that pain . . . just a tiny bit that is left but whatever it is, it's almost gone and I can actually feel it draining out of me kind of like it's evaporating or something", he ran off excitedly faster than I had ever heard him speaking before.
"You know . . . I think what I might be feeling is just from having cum like that. Man, I have never cum that hard before in my life . . . ever! WOW!"
"Then you are definitely feeling better?" I pressed.
"Yeah, amazing! A little tired . . . but tired and amazing", he grinned broadly. "Tired, amazing, and I have to piss like a Russian race horse", he laughed. "All that time with a rock hard boner that wouldn't even let me piss, but now nature is definitely calling".
Danny got out of bed and started toward the bathroom. Looking back at me again, he said, "Man, I am soooo so sorry. Look at your face! Damn, man, I am sorry about that".
Before I could respond, Danny was in the bathroom and the door was closed. I felt like I needed to take a whiz myself, but first I took care of all that sweet, creamy jizz that was all over my face. It didn't taste quite as good as it did when it was served hard and straight from the tap but I relished every bit of it before I even moved to get out of bed. I got up and walked across the room to stand in line at the bathroom door. I could hear the steady forceful stream of piss still splashing in the bowl as Danny was cutting loose. Either he had a little trouble getting that stream started or he was taking one hell of a squirt. As I stood there, patiently waiting for Danny to finish, I rubbed the remnants of his cream into my skin; unable to retrieve any more of it for my taste buds it seemed like the best thing to do with what might be left on my face.
Danny came out of the bathroom and handed me a towel.
"Thanks dude, but I already took care of it", I told him without going into detail about what had happened to his tasty load.
I really did get up to go to the bathroom but unlike Danny, I still had a raging boner. I probably could have stood there for a little while until I was able to forcibly start the flow and accomplish that task but I was afraid it might mess with my erection to piss first and I wanted and needed to shoot my own wad. I had come close to cumming while I was blowing Danny, without any contact with my cock at all, and if it hadn't been for my concern about him and whether or not the release (the orgasm) had remedied his situation I might very well have shot my load all over both of us when he collapsed on top of me, so that was my first order of business. Trust me . . . it didn't take me very long at all to bust a nut with thoughts of sucking my dream dick and the taste of Danny's load still on my lips and tongue and once that mission was accomplished the piss happened in the blink of an eye.
I could tell Danny was sound asleep as soon as I opened the door. He was laying face down with his ass in the air, uncovered, and I could tell from the sound of his breathing that he was gone for the rest of the night. I was disappointed but I really couldn't blame the poor guy. It had been a long night for both of us and a hard night, especially for him (no pun intended) and blowing a load like he did has a tendency to make a lot of guys sleepy pretty quickly even under more normal circumstances. So I walked over to his side of the bed and determined that the temperature in the room was cool enough to at least cover him with the top sheet, but before I did I leaned down and whispered his name in his ear. Totally satisfied that he was sound asleep I let my hand run over one of the cheeks of his ass, making the lightest possible contact. A slight shiver rippled through me as I did that and I quickly covered Danny and went around the bed and crawled in on my side. It wasn't long at all before I was sleeping as soundly as my buddy.
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