SWEET SIXTEEN – Three

A short time later, Danny drifted off to sleep. It had been a short night with the early and unexpected wake up call and all. I was sleepy like you wouldn't believe myself and I hadn't cum. If Danny was anything like I was he got very sleepy after cumming and judging by how quickly he'd fallen asleep last night and again after his second blow job I was guessing that he was a lot like me in that respect.

Even though I hadn't just cum, the only thing that had been keeping me awake was that I didn't want to fall asleep while my buddy was still awake. It was only the second time I'd shared his bed and there was no way I was going to just pass out and leave him hanging if he wanted to talk or maybe do something else. But once he had drifted off, it wasn't long before I followed his example.

Waking up with Danny in his bed later that afternoon was not quite as exciting as it had been that morning but it was still damn sure a pleasure and I'd love to wake up that way every morning. He was not poking at my butt with his hard dick while in the midst of some sexy dream but he was pressed up against my back and his right arm was thrown over my waist. I guess my buddy liked having a warm body to cuddle up with in his bed. I didn't know if he'd ever had that experience other than the two times that day with me but I had gone two for two in that department. I listened closely to the sound of Danny's breathing and determined that he was sleeping. It would have been nice if he'd been awake and conscious of the fact that he was spooning me and practically hugging me around the waist but I'd take what I could get even if my warm body was nothing more than a substitute for some girl who was the subject of my buddy's latest sex dream.

Danny's dick was hard again, as was mine, but this time instead of poking me in the butt Danny lay still with the tip of his long lance poking between my legs and jabbed into my ball sack. That situation didn't take long to get me really, really horny. I could feel Danny's right wrist laying across my right hip and a quick calculation told me that his fingers, which I could not feel, had to be somewhere very close to the tip of my hard cock so I very slowly and carefully rolled back to my right and . . . that did it . . . WOW!

My slight movement had caused Danny's fingers to brush against my cock and in my imagination it was almost as if he had grabbed my cock. In the condition I had been in, being touched like that by something other than my own hand for the first time in my life and knowing that it wasn't just any hand; it was Danny's hand set me off like a roman candle. I tried to lie as still as possible while my dick was jerking and twitching; firing my hot load.

Seconds later I heard the slight mumbling sound of Danny waking from a sound sleep and felt his hand move away from me.

"AW SHIT MAN . . . WHAT HAPPENED?" he asked.

I rolled over further and looked at him. He was holding his hand in a funny manner and looking at it dripping with the cum I had just shot all over it.

"Man, I'm so sorry, Danny", I lied, "but I was having the most amazing wet dream . . . I mean I thought it was a wet dream", I went on, "and when you grabbed my cock like that I woke up with my cock draining my balls of their load. I'm sorry, I didn't realize that the hand that grabbed me in my dream was actually your hand in real life".

I was still laying half on my side and half on my back, looking at Danny over my shoulder. He had jerked his hand away as soon as he woke but even as we were talking he was pressed firmly against my back and his stiff prick jabbed into my balls. It made a pretty convincing argument that he had groped me in his sleep and precipitated me blowing my load all over his hand.

"I guess I need a towel or something?" he said in a way that sounded like half a statement and half a question.

"I'll take care of that", I volunteered, "after all . . . I made that mess".

I rolled toward Danny and gently grasped his wrist with my thumb on the underside and my fingers on the other side of his wrist and started to lick the gooey mess from his dripping fingers.

"You don't mind . . . do you?" I asked after I had licked his pinky finger clean.

"No, I guess not . . . not if you don't", he smiled. "Do you like the taste of that?" he asked, curious.

"Yeah", I said. "I have to admit that it's not nearly as delicious as yours, but it will have to do for now I guess"

Danny blushed. "Really?"

"Oh heck yeah!" I assured him with an enthusiasm that I didn't have to fake one bit. "Buddy, you have the most awesome tasting cum in the whole world!" I gushed.

Danny laughed heartily. "And how would you know that? Have you sucked that many dicks?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"No . . . just yours", I promised. "But I know yours has got to be the best! 

"Haven't you ever tasted your own cum before?" I asked him.

"No . . . have you?" he asked.

"Yes . . . last night . . . this morning . . . and again just now", I said.

"No!" he protested. "I mean have you ever tasted your own cum before?"

I laughed. "I know what you meant. I was just pulling your leg. Yeah . . . I thought everybody our age and older had tried it at least once."

"Well, maybe I am strange, but I haven't. It never even occurred to me before", he said.

"Don't know what you're missing!" I assured him.

I proceeded to lick my goo from the rest of Danny's fingers and noticed that it was having an interesting effect on his already hard dick which had started bouncing up and down.

"Now see what you've started?" Danny said when he saw me observing his dancing dick.

"See what I've started?" I exclaimed.

"Oh yeah . . . I guess, technically, I started it. Guilty as charged!" Danny laughed

"Would you like me to finish it?" I asked . . . hoping.

"Mmmmmmmm Hmmmmmmm", Danny responded as he rolled onto his back.

So there I was, in bed with my best buddy; sucking the dick of my dreams for the third time in my life and the third time in less than 24 hours. I'd been sucking Danny for probably five or six minutes when we heard the sound of someone bounding up the stairs and knew that Bob must be home and headed to Danny's room. Danny quickly rolled onto his stomach to hide the fact that he had a boner sticking straight in the air that the sheet wouldn't have hidden very well. I flipped around onto my side, facing the door and closed my eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep.

"Hey! Wake up, sleepy heads! We're back. I'm getting ready to fire up the grill. Get out of bed and get yourselves cleaned up and get downstairs in time for supper" he announced and then closed the door behind him and bounded back down the stairs.

After the night before, Danny was a bit concerned about the possibility of getting "BLUE BALLS" again, which made it easy for me to talk him into taking care of that rampant hard on before we went down stairs. That led to some firsts for us; the first time I ever sucked Danny's dick anywhere other than in his bed and the first time I ever blew him standing up. I guess you could also count our first time doing it in the shower since that is where it happened. We decided that might be a lot safer than in the bed just in case Bob came back upstairs again for something and we might be too engaged in what we were doing to hear him in time.

At times I almost felt like I was blowing my buddy underwater. He was standing under the spray from the showerhead and I was squatting in front of him. The water was cascading down the full length of his torso and running off at a near flood tide down around his cock where my mouth was working on pleasuring his prick.  I think our experience as swimmers came in handy. Actually, keeping my balance with my feet trying to slip and slide on the shower floor was a bit more problematic than the water works. At times I would take as much water into my mouth as I possibly could, in addition to Danny's pole and I would swish it around my mouth and his cock and then expel the water but keep the dick engulfed in my mouth. Other than that, we didn't mess around a whole lot or experiment with anything new.

That blowjob was almost as business like as the first I had given Danny. Well . . . it wasn't all business. It was damn well a whole lot of pleasure for me and I was doing everything in my power to give my buddy as much pleasure as he could handle; it's just that we felt a time crunch that we had never felt before and there was also the danger that with Bob home, he might walk in on us (we hadn't taken into account that the sound of the running water might make it even harder for us to hear him coming than if we'd stayed in bed when we decided on the shower) but I think that possibility might have added a little more excitement to the experience. It's just that neither of us wanted the excitement that would ensue if we were actually caught in the act by his brother.

When Danny started getting close, he stood me up, turned me around and had me squat in front of him with my back against the shower wall. That helped with my balance situation and helped me focus on the job at hand (not that I hadn't been focused before) and it also lessened the force over the waterfall we had been dealing with. I'm not sure if any of that entered into Danny's thought process when he repositioned us. I think his only real purpose was to place himself in a position of greater control. He definitely took advantage and began really feeding me his cock in earnest; long-dicking me with great force and giving my throat another good battering.

The new position had most of the shower flow cascading down Danny's back. While it greatly lessened the amount of water flowing around and into my mouth as I sucked his dick, what I found more interesting was the trajectory of the water that I was still dealing with. Some of the water that flowed over my buddy's broad back was being funneled between and through the crack of his butt and that was the portion of the water that was still seeking out my mouth. Enough of it had the force required to somehow rush out from between his cheeks, shoot the rapids over his balls which were at that point drawn up enough and separated on either side of his dick to re-funnel the flow that almost miraculously defied gravity and run up the underside of Danny's cock shaft and directly into my mouth. There wasn't much volume that survived that journey but there was enough for me to contemplate the route it had just taken.

Surprisingly, I was not grossed out or anything by that. In fact I will admit that I was actually kind of turned on by it. All of my fantasies about Danny and all that I had ever hoped to someday be able to do to him and with him had centered around his dick; specifically sucking it. I'd never actually had a wet dream or a fantasy that involved his cute little butt in any way unless you want to count maybe having a handful of ass cheek in each hand as I was aggressively trying to swallow every last millimeter of his dick.

I guess that's a little strange considering the fact that I'd seen a whole lot more of his naked ass than I had ever seen of his cock and hadn't actually seen him naked with a hard on until less than 24 hours earlier. Oh yeah, I loved how his sexy butt looked when he was changing next to me in the locker room or inadvertently showing it off at the corner shower head of the big communal shower room as he modestly tried to hide the view of his dick from wandering eyes. Yeah, the sight of that firm, smooth butt had given me a chubby more than a couple times that I had to carefully hide from the other guys in the locker room or shower but I'd never thought of doing anything to my buddy's butt; never even considered it a possible option in any way.

I guess at that age, and with my limited experience (and we didn't have access to all the stuff that is on the internet today to educate and inspire us, sexually back then) I just never thought of another's guys butt as something to actively enjoy sexually beyond some pretty hot voyeurism (and no, I'd never heard of the word "voyeurism" back then either.

Hell . . . earlier that morning, when I woke to find my buddy's long, hard dick knocking at MY back door I was turned on like a son of a bitch and considering that it was pressed right up against my puckered hole at times as he humped my butt in his sleep the fact that he might actually stick it inside me was pretty inescapable but somehow I still hadn't considered to possibility of intentionally sticking my cock up my friend's ass, (or any other guys, for that matter).

But in that moment, back in the shower with water that had just a second ago had passed through Danny's crack and across his butt hole filling my mouth along with his hard dick, it was hard to not consider possibilities that had never been a part of my fantasy world before. That moment was fleeting though. I had Danny's dick in my mouth again and he was pounding my throat like he owned it. I guess it was one of those things they say about a bird in the hand being worth more than two in the bush and I quickly focused on my task at hand. I did reach around and grab a handful of Danny's ass in each hand. I did that to help guide him as he slammed his dick in and out of my throat as he fucked my face. In the process, I parted his cheeks a little further than they were normally and I found that this increased the amount of water that flowed between his cheeks and eventually flooded my mouth.

Danny had much more control of the situation in the shower than he had had the times I sucked his cock in bed, especially since he'd reversed our positions and put me with my back against the shower wall and he was putting that control to good use. My hands grasping his butt cheeks and pulling him toward me were virtually nothing more than moral support as he fucked my face like it had never been fucked before.

My buddy drove his dick back and forth with increasing speed and power; pushing past what resistance was offered by the muscles guarding the opening to my throat like it was nothing. It was all I could do to keep the force of his pounding from driving my head against the wall right behind me. Danny became more vocal; more vocal than he had been any of the other times.

 Then, just before all hell broke loose, he rose up on his tippy toes and the ass muscles I was grasping grew so rock hard that I could no longer grasp and squeeze them but had to just rest my hands on them as Danny exploded inside me. He once again cut loose with his first shot as he pushed the head of his dick deep into the confines of my caressing throat, but then remembering how much I craved the taste of his cum and being the considerate friend that he'd always been, my buddy pulled his cock half way out of my mouth and flooded me with his tasty cream.

At one point while he was cumming strongly, I managed to flatten my tongue against the hole that his cum was shooting forth from and managed to splatter it around every square inch of the inside of my mouth to overload my taste buds. Although I briefly had other thoughts, I did not consider the shower and the water spraying us to be very conducive to those ideas, I I greedily swallowed and lapped at his spurting dick until there was no more to swallow.

We finished showering, dried off and quickly got dressed. I won't bore you with a lot of the details of that evening. We joined Bob and his girl friend; I believe her name was Diane but it was a long time ago and I wasn't all that interested in her so I won't swear to it. Maybe it was Debbie or Denise. Who really cares?

She was mostly in the kitchen while Bob worked the grill. Danny changed into swim trunks in the pool house and spent the time waiting for supper in the pool. If Bob hadn't come home that weekend and Danny and I had been alone, we'd have probably said to hell with the trunks and gone skinny dipping, and who knows what else that might have inspired. But then again, if Bob hadn't come home for the weekend and threw that orgy/party for his friends, Danny would have still been shy about showing off his naked body, especially his dick and there is no way he'd have nutted down my throat three times in the last 24 hours; so thank goodness Bob had been there but he could have left that morning and not come back.

But I guess that's kind of greedy and definitely ungrateful. Supper was good. Bob broke out some more liquor and let his sixteen year old brother and his friend drink as much as we wanted. I maybe drank about as much as I had the night before and Danny drank the same as me. I got the impression he didn't want to be too drunk tonight and I was glad. I definitely didn't need for him to be drunk either.

It was getting late. Danny and I were back in the pool.  Finally, Bob and Diane (or whatever her name was) said good night and went inside. We could see Bob's bedroom window from the pool. We saw the light come on and about five minutes later when we saw the light go out Danny and I stripped off our trunks and threw them on the ground outside the pool. We played around. It started off as the typical kind of horseplay that two sixteen year old buddies would engage in, in a swimming pool, and then we really started to play around.

The horseplay gave me the opportunity to do a little fondling that I really hadn't done yet. I stroked Danny's cock, giving him a hand job; nice and slow so as not to get him too excited too quickly. Then I dove under the water and I took Danny's dick in my mouth; actually blowing him completely under water and not just with a little water from the showerhead filling my mouth as I sucked him off. At one point Danny quickly withdrew his cock from my lips and dove under the water with me. He was pointed toward the surface and I rose to the surface of the water with him and saw that he was pointing toward Bob's room where the light had come on again. We silently watched his window for about five minutes until the light went out again and then waited to make sure they were not returning to the pool area. When we felt it was safe, Danny motioned that we should get out of the pool. We quickly dried off and instead of going into the house, Danny led me toward the pool house.

We fumbled around in the dark and Danny produced a flashlight and two candles. We walked toward the back of the pool house, farthest away from the main house and entered the last room where Danny lit the two candles. He figured that it would be much less obvious that we were in there if we used candles instead of turning the light on and used that room farthest from the house. We took the precaution of putting clean sheets on the bed (more of a good sized cot than a bed really).We crawled onto the cot and he didn't seem to mind being a lot more cramped than we had been in his big king size bed any more than I did. Instead of getting right down to sucking his dick as we had done the other times I started fondling him; using my hands as I had begun doing in the pool. At that time I didn't know what we were doing was called "foreplay". I just followed my instincts and did what I wanted to do and what I hoped would turn my buddy on.

I played with his dick and with his big ol' nutz. Danny had already been half hard and it didn't take long for my playing with him to get him fully boned. I caressed his smooth, firm chest and his hard abs. I returned to his chest and discovered that his nipples were quite sensitive and grew really hard when I played with them. That was about the extent of the "foreplay". Personally, I don't consider lavishing a man's balls with my full attention to be foreplay; that is part of the main course. But that's just my thinking. I liked them and I sucked them. When my mouth wasn't worshipping my buddy’s big, gorgeous nutz, my hands, my fingers were. I spent a lot more time enjoying Danny's big ol eggs than I had previously and I enjoyed every second of it. When it was my hands turn to play, it freed my mouth up to talk.

I asked Danny to describe the way his dick had felt earlier when he said he thought he might have cum again if I would have sucked him just a few seconds longer, if he could have stood it for a few more seconds.

"I don't know" he started, and then I could see he was thinking so I waited . "You know that feeling you get when your foot goes to sleep? I mean the prickly feeling you get when it starts to wake up and you try to stand on it but you can't really put your weight on it for a while? Well, it's kinda like that but not exactly like that. You know how it feels when you hit your funny bone?" he asked.

"Yeah", I answered.

"Well . . . it's kinda like that that" he went on. "I mean, that's a more intense feeling than your foot waking up so I guess the intensity is more like that but it's not as painful as that".

I could see he was still thinking hard, trying to explain what it felt like.

"It's kinda like those things but not exactly like either one", he still struggled for an explanation that made sense; one that he felt was adequate. "My grandpa used to say something like, 'if I was any better I don't think I could stand it', he continued. "I used to think that was kinda dumb . . . didn't make any sense . . . you know? But that's really kinda what it was like. I don't think there was really what you could call pain . . . it's just like it felt so good, good in a really tingly way and if it felt any better you couldn't stand it, like grandpa used to say. I can't think of anything I ever felt before that felt so good that I couldn't stand it if it felt any better. I know that sounds stupid, or crazy even, but that's about the best way I can describe it".

Just when I thought he was finished, I saw in his face that he'd thought of something else to say on that subject.

"Dude . . . you know how it feels when you are about ready to cum? All those different feelings . . . the feeling in your nuts? The feeling in the pit of your stomach? And most of all, the feeling in the tip of your cock? I'm not talking about a minute or even seconds before your dick just erupts like a volcano . . . I'm talking about just that split second before you see stars and start to shoot. You know that feeling I am talking about before you actually start to cum and then there is a feeling of relief mixed with the good feeling of busting a nut?"

"Yeah . . . I mean, I think I know what you're talking about", I answered.

"Well . . . take the feeling you get in that millisecond or however long it is that infinitely short time when that good feeling is absolutely the most intense it ever gets. Well, take that feeling and stretch it out to a whole second which is like a thousand times longer than you normally fell that intensity . . . then stretch it out to 5 seconds . . . 10 seconds . . . maybe longer. I'm not sure how long I felt that intensity before I had to pull the plug because I couldn't take it any longer. And it's not like that intensity is just there for that long time, it's actually growing, getting more intense; more intense than anything you ever felt before. That is the best I can describe it. I don't know how much longer I could have stood it or what would have happened if I had been able to stand it for maybe another 5 or 10 seconds. I mean I wanted to because it was awesome but I just couldn't. Know what I mean?"

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I'm sure I could never really understand it unless I experienced it for myself", I admitted. "But yeah . . . I think I kinda have a little bit of an idea what you're talking about. And you said you felt almost like you were gonna cum again?"

"Well yeah . . . not kinda . . . I might have said kinda, I don't know. But I definitely felt like I was about to cum again but like I said that super intense feeling you get just that split second before you actually start to cum was there and it lasted for so long and was still growing in intensity. Hell . . . if I would have lasted a few more seconds . . . I mean if I could have lasted any longer, and if I did start to cum again like it felt like I was about to . . . my dick might have just exploded like one of those exploding cigars or something", he laughed.

"But you said you didn't know if you could actually cum again so soon", I continued my line of questioning. "But then just now you said it felt like you were going to cum in the next couple seconds. What is the shortest time between cumming for you?" I asked him.

"Oh, I don't know . . . probably about a half hour", he said.

I whistled. "That's pretty good!" I think the best I ever did was about an hour between back to back cums and I only managed that once.

"Oh, I have done the 30 minute thing . . . maybe a handful of times . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . maybe 5. Dude . . . don't tell anybody, but I jerk off and cum every night before I go to sleep!"

"Yeah . . . I do too. Who doesn't?" I admitted.

"Well, when I jerk off in bed at night it makes me real sleepy after I cum and I am usually out like a light in less than 5 minutes."

"Yeah . . . I've noticed", I laughed.

Danny punched me in the shoulder. "OK . . . sorry ‘bout that".

"No problem buddy . . . just don't ever fall asleep on me before you cum!".

We both shared a laugh over that

"Let's try it?" I urged.

"Try what?"

"This time, after you cum let me keep sucking you. I'm gonna keep sucking you like you haven't even cum yet . . . no let up at all . . . and let's just see if it happens . . . you game?"

Danny paused; thinking. "Well, OK. We can try. I mean I will try; but no promises. I mean I don't think I could have stood it for two seconds longer the other time and I don't know if it will be any different the next time or not".

"Hey . . . all we can do is try. Just give it your best shot. You've never been a quitter, Danny."