SWEET SIXTEEN – Two

The next thing I remember is this really incredible dream. I was lying in bed somewhere and someone lying behind me was poking me in the butt with his stiff dick. It wasn't so much poking as it was humping me. That dick was gliding back and forth against my naked ass and then it was nestled securely between my cheeks, sliding smoothly along my butt crack. What made the dream so incredible was that it was new. I had never had a dream anything like this before. All of my dreams, at least the sexual ones (which seemed to be pretty much the only kind I had any more at that time in my life) were about sucking dick; Danny’s dick. They were about sucking one dick in particular. Some of the minor details of that dream may have changed slightly from time to time but it was always about me sucking cock and that cock belonged to my bestest buddy, Danny.

I never dreamed of getting a blow job; and this thing that was happening in that new dream . . . well, I'd honestly never even imagined the possibility of something like that. At sixteen, my idea of sex was totally consumed by oral sex and I wanted to be giving rather than receiving and there was really only one dick, one boy that I wanted to dream about.

That dream had no beginning; at least not that I was aware of. It just started out the way I described it, with that mysterious cock rubbing up against my butt and riding the crack of my ass. There was no clue where I was; I was in total darkness and there were no clues as to where I was or who that cock belonged to . . . but I knew it was him . . . it was Danny. I hadn't seen his face or heard his voice but I knew that I would never dream anything like that about any other guy; about any other dick.

Then I remembered where I was in real life as the memories of the night before came rushing back. I recalled every last detail of that night, about blowing Danny and eating his cum, and the last thing I remembered was covering him with the sheet and climbing into bed next to him and quickly dropping into a deep sleep. So I was in the same bed in my dream as I was in real life. That had to be the most vivid dream I had ever experienced. It seemed so real. Suddenly, in my dream, I could feel a wetness in the crack of my ass. It wasn't much. I didn't think that cock; Danny's cock had cum in the crack of my ass . . . no, it was more like it was leaking precum. Yeah, that was it . . . Danny was humping my butt . . . slicing his big dick along the crack of my butt and in his excitement, he was starting to drizzle his precum between my cheeks. The other thing that was very different about that dream from any other I had ever had was that for once it was Danny who had initiated the sex between us.

Then I heard a mysterious sound. It wasn't close . . . something off in the distance. It wasn't loud enough to wake me in my dream but then I was suddenly wide awake and listening for that sound. Only . . . if I was awake . . . why did I still feel the slickness of a precum leaking cock sliding back and forth between my cheeks. That's when it finally hit me. I'd been awake the whole time. The dream didn't have a beginning . . . it started out with that dick already being very intimate with my butt because that is what woke me. I'd been groggy but awake. It really was Danny and it was his dick that was grinding against my ass. He was the one who was dreaming and in his dream he was humping someone, maybe in his dream he was actually fucking someone and that explained his hips driving his cock back and forth through my crack. I wondered who it might be that he was dreaming about and I was suddenly jealous even though it was my ass that was enjoying the feel of his dick.

That's when I heard it again. It was a lot closer this time and louder. I don't think I actually identified what it was until I felt Danny jump and bolt upright to sit in the bed as if he'd been startled and then I heard Bob's voice.

"Sorry boys", he was saying as I rubbed my eyes and started to sit up and look toward the bedroom door where he was standing. "Everyone will be leaving soon but first I am going to run out and pick up some donuts and juice. I know you didn't get much sleep . . . none of us did, and I hate to wake you guys so early but could I get you to help me out again by putting a pot of coffee on out in the Pool House and helping me serve breakfast when I get back with the food. Back in a Jiff. Thanks.

He didn't even wait for an answer. He just closed the door behind himself and I heard him bounding down the stairs followed by the slamming of the front door.

I turned and took my first look at Danny who was also sitting up. I guess it was a good thing that we were covered by that sheet since we were sleeping together, NAKED, for the first time when Bob burst in on us. That's when I started to wonder. I'd thought that I was dreaming until I suddenly realized that what I was feeling was real. It set my mind to wondering if Danny was dreaming or not. He really jumped, startled, when Bob suddenly opened the bedroom door. He wasn't groggy and slow to react as I had been and I wondered briefly if he was startled because he knew what he was doing and was afraid that he'd just been caught red handed by his brother. I quickly dismissed that idea.

He was startled a lot more than I was by the sudden intrusion because he had actually been so rudely and suddenly awakened by a noise in his room while he was in a deep sleep. Yeah . . . that made a lot more sense. My own reaction to Bob's intervention in our "dream" has not had the same excited reaction with me because I was still groggy but NOT asleep as Danny had been. Yeah, he'd been dreaming about some slutty girl. probably one from our school that he'd dated who wouldn't put out and my ass was nothing more than a prop that he'd conveniently felt his dick poking into that greatly enhanced the "dream" for him and caused him to hump my butt. I was sure that was all that had happened.

I briefly checked Danny's face for any sign that he remembered what had happened last night or maybe even a realization that his dick was just sliding between the precum lubed cheeks of my ass when he woke up in a start. What I was most concerned about was the dreaded sign that he not only remembered last night but was now feeling the guilt and regret that can follow something like that and threaten a friendship . . . the very thing that had always prevented me from making any kind of sexual advance toward Danny until last night when he so genuinely and desperately NEEDED me. I saw neither remembrance nor regret.

"Guess we better get moving", Danny said sleepily as he stretched with his arms over his head and yawned wide.

Then before he even put his arms back down or closed his mouth he was hoping out of bed and running toward the bathroom. I jumped up and was right on his heels but the slight head start helped him beat me to the John. I stopped at the door which he hadn't closed as he usually did.

"Don't take all morning", I pleaded. "I've gotta take a wicked piss!"

"Well, as long as you're sure that pissing is all you need to do, come on in. I'll share the toilet with you", he invited.

It seemed very uncharacteristic of Danny who was always so shy about being naked around anyone but I thought maybe after working side by side completely naked for so many hours last night had made him feel less inhibited about being naked in front of me and even sharing the commode. So there we stood, on opposite sides of the toilet, letting our yellow streams of piss become entwined before splashing down into the water below. The fact that Danny had another boner that delayed the start of his piss stream was just his normal "Morning Wood" that he always had when he woke up, I was just more used to seeing the big tent he was pitching in his boxers when he got up than I was seeing his naked dick in all it's glory like that and standing together pissing from opposite sides of the toilet was definitely different. Naturally, with what I had just "DREAMED" I had a little "Morning Wood" of my own and we first had a race to see who could start pissing first and then to see who could make it last longer.

Danny let me borrow some of his cologne. We figured we didn't have time to shower first. And we just hustled our butts back down to the Pool House. We opened the door and stepped in and were instantly extremely embarrassed. I guess it would have been a lot worse if we hadn't already stood before that bunch of college guys and gals naked the night before. When Bob summoned us to help out again with breakfast we had just assumed . . .

"What in the hell is goin on here?"

It was Bob. He'd just arrived with the juice and donuts and walked in right behind us. There was a lot of snickering going around in the room. We'd seen that Bob was dressed when he entered the bedroom earlier but we just naturally assumed that he had to get dressed to run out and shop for breakfast and we'd just assumed that the same rules that applied all night last night were still in effect.  "OOOOOPS"!

I was mortified and wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run out of there, not even look back. And that's probably exactly what I would have done if I wasn't there with Danny. He was always so cool about everything; almost the exact opposite of me in situations like that. Danny and I shared a lot in common as friends usually do, but I think it was some of the ways in which we differed; complimented one another that made our friendship really close, and special.

"Stay right there; I'll be right back", he leaned close and whispered in my ear. "You alright?" he asked before leaving.

I really wasn't but I lied and nodded my head in response. I knew he wouldn't leave me for very long at all and I knew that "the cool one" among us was going to do something to make this situation a little better.

In no time at all, Danny returned.

"Here . . . put this on", he said, throwing something to me.

I smiled . . . nervously, but I did smile when I saw what it was. It was one of those big old full length aprons that some guys wear when the barbeque. Danny's dad liked them and had a collection of them that said all kinds of corny things. Danny had slipped out to the grill by the pool and grabbed one for each of us. We put them on. It was a little ridiculous. They did a good job of covering us in the front but left us literally with our asses hanging out in the breeze (if there had been a breeze inside the Pool House). It helped. Danny and I burst out laughing and everyone else joined in. This time I felt like they were laughing with us; not at us. Danny to the rescue, AGAIN!

The rest of the breakfast service went by without a hitch and soon all of Bob's guests were departing.

"Nice recovery guys", Bob chuckled and then escorted his guest to their cars.

A few minutes later Bob returned and announced that he and his girl friend had some plans for the rest of the day and said that he would not be around to disturb us; suggesting that we might want to go back to bed because we looked like hell. I figured he must have been talking about me because Danny looked great, as he always did, at least to me. Bob thanked us again and promised that he was going to throw a little party later and Bar-B-Q up a feast for us and his girl friend and announced that all we would be expected to do was sit and eat until we could eat no more.

Danny and I walked out of the Pool House shortly after his brother had left. We had taken the time to gather up our clothes that we had been wearing the night before and left in the Pool House overnight, but Danny tossed his on a lounge chair and started running and did a beautiful dive into the pool. I threw mine onto the same lounger and was right on his heels.

There was no horse play; just about ten or fifteen minutes of skinny dipping between friends. Privacy was no issue in the back yard at Danny's house so it didn't matter that we were swimming naked in broad daylight.

When we got back up to Danny's room, he stepped into the bathroom for just a second. I was still just sitting there on the edge of his bed. He surprised me a little when he walked over to my side of the bed and sat down beside me. He was wearing a pair of his boxers. They were not the most flattering style of underwear for anyone but Danny was a stud no matter what he wore. I had of course seen him very often wearing his Speedos that were the uniform for our school swim team and he was irresistible. He would have been so much hotter in a pair of "tighty whitey" briefs instead of loose fitting boxers but if the boy was any hotter I don't know how I could ever resist him. There was no evidence of any tenting in those boxers. Danny threw his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder with his strong hand.

"I know I thanked you last night", he began.

"UH OH!" I thought. "He remembers!".

It was the first indication he'd given me that he remembered the events of the night before. I wasn't sure but I thought I might have wanted him to NOT remember.

"Well . . .", he continued. I wasn't sure if you remembered how I told you how much I appreciated what you did for me . . . actually . . . I'm not even sure if you remember much of what I want to thank you for . . . you had quite a bit to drink last night . . . I guess we both did."

For just a brief split second I actually considered taking the out he was handing me and pretending that I was too drunk to know what I was doing or remember it that next morning but I could never be that dishonest with Danny.

"No, I remember", I admitted, "but I'm not sure if I wanted you to remember it or not. No Danny; alcohol had nothing to do with what happened.

He squeezed my shoulders and I thought I would cry.

"Well, I didn't think so. I guess maybe I can understand why you were hoping I wouldn't remember but you have no reason to feel that way. I am glad I remember what you did for me and I'm glad to hear that it didn't have anything to do with you being drunk or anything. I needed you last night, Buddy. I guess I really needed someone to do for me what you did and I am glad you were there for me. I don't think many guys would have done what you did for a friend, no matter how close they are . . . I sure can't think of any other friends I have who would have done for me what you did and I will NEVER forget it.

I tried to fight it but I started to tear up.

"Hey . . . what's wrong?" Danny asked.

"I can't lie to you, Danny", I said, wiping away a tear that was rolling down my cheek. Even if it ends our friendship, and there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING in this world that would hurt me more than losing your friendship, I can't lie to you and being less than 100% truthful and holding nothing back right now would be the same as lying to you. You seem to think that I made some kind of huge sacrifice or something . . . doing what I did last night. I did not. Yeah . . . I knew it was what you needed and I would like to think that I would have done that for you under the same circumstances, even if it wasn't something I have secretly dreamed about for a long time"…

Danny started to interrupt me but I signaled him to not interrupt me . . . I had to get it all out of my system and out in the open.

"I hope you don't hate me for this", I continued, but to be less that 100% honest about what happened last night and why it happened is something I can't do . . . I suppose that in a way I have been lying to you for a long time by not telling you how I feel about you a long time ago when I realized it myself. Danny, I am crazy about you. It is your friendship first and most importantly and I honestly don't know how I could ever go on without you being my friend, but at some point during our friendship I started to feel something more toward you. Danny . . . I have dreams about you when I sleep and I fantasize about you when I'm awake. What happened last night is something that I have done to you a thousand times in my thoughts and dreams. The only thing that was different last night was that it REALLY happened and it didn't happen exactly the way I usually dream about because I knew I had to be careful because of the pain you were already in. But one thing you need to know . . . and no matter what . . . I hope you will never forget this . . . What happened last night . . . I mean what I did to you last night . . . NEVER would have happened if it wasn't for the need to help you rid yourself of the pain you were in. No matter how badly I wanted you I would have never risked our friendship. NOTHING would be worth that. Yeah, I guess I kinda felt obliged to do what I did to help my best friend in need but please don't act like it was an act of heroism or a sacrifice for me to do what I did because I loved every minute of it. There . . . now you know the whole truth."

Danny just sat there looking at me. He dropped his arm from around my shoulders and I felt my whole world start to come crashing down. He looked me right in the eye for what seemed like forever and it was one of those very rare occasions where I couldn't read his mind. He stood up and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Then he reached a hand out toward me . . . palm up. I reached out and Danny took my hand. He helped me to my feet and then pulled me to him and gave me the best hug I ever had.

"I love you too, Buddy", he said, still holding me tight against him. I wish I could say that I felt the same way that you do but that wouldn't be true. I'm sorry, but I have never had those kind of feelings about you".

I started to get scared again. Fearing that he was just trying to let me down as easily as possible.

"I appreciate your complete honesty. It doesn't surprise me coming from you . . . the honesty I mean. It is so like you to be loyal and keep the trust that I have always had in you. I've heard what you said and I think I understand everything you tried to communicate. If I understand where you were coming from, I think it still took a lot of courage for you to do what you did last night and no matter how much you say you enjoyed it, I know that you did it for me as a true act of friendship that others would have never done. I don't feel like you betrayed me or used the situation in any way. What you have just revealed about yourself, about your true feelings for me . . . well, it's just another one of those differences between us that will somehow make us even better friends. I hope you can live with the knowledge that our sexual attractions are different because I don't think I could, or would want to ever gone on without your friendship either.

Danny was still holding me tightly the whole time he spoke and when he'd finished I broke down and cried in his arms.

"So, we're good?" I asked, leaning back enough to look him in the eye.

"We're very good." he responded

Danny released me and casually walked around that big, king size bed to climb in over on his own side and I lay down on my side of the bed.

"So how tired are you?" he asked.

"Pretty tired", I answered, "after all that I am drained . . . relieved but emotionally drained".

"OK . . . never mind", he said.

ARGHHH . . . I never could stand that, and Danny knew very well that I could not stand that. Don't tease me by starting to say something and then leave me hanging with no idea what you were going to say. It was a well known idiosyncrasy of mine and Danny played this game with me from time to time, knowing that it drives me crazy.

"WHAT?" I asked.

"Well . . . if you weren't too tired . . . but you are . . ." he said and then stopped. He didn't pause, he stopped.

"C'mom, Man. You know what that does to me. Quit yanking my chain and tell me what you were going to say.

Danny chuckled, he actually cackled. "OK . . . I'm being serious now", he started. "You understood what I said about not feeling that way about you . . . I mean the same way you feel about me. Well, if you can deal with that and if it is understood that we may never do anything like that again . . . I'm just saying . . . "

I didn't remember ever hearing Danny struggle so much to make a point - just come right out and say what he wanted without hemming and hawing around.

"What I am trying so miserably to say is that, in my own way, I really, really love you too, and even though it's not my thing, it really did feel mighty damn good last night and I'm kinda curious what it might be like to let you try it the way it always is in your dreams. If doing it again and maybe never, ever doing it again would make it harder for you in any way then we shouldn't . . . I mean maybe we should just leave things where they stand and remain best friends . . . I don't want to put that at risk. But if you'd like to give it another try I think I would really like to . . . I mean I would really like it if you would . . . I don't know how to say it without making it sound bad . . . well, would you?"

"I can't think of anything I'd like more", I answered, struggling mightily to control my excitement, "but can I qualify my whole hearted and excited approval too?"

"Hell yeah!" he said, sounding sincere but with a raised eye brow, obvious unable to think of what kind of limits or caveats I might express".

"First you have to promise me that this is something you want to do and not something you are just willing to do for me out of obligation for last night or anything else. And second . . . I promise to not have any expectations but does that mean that way down deep inside I can't HOPE?"

Danny laughed, which immediately put me totally at ease.

"No, I really want this, but not just for me . . .I want this for both of us. Is that OK?"

"OK?" I repeated. "That is perfect! I wouldn't want it any other way".

"And after a couple seconds to mull it over, I recognize the distinction between expecting and hoping; and to be perfectly honest I think I might be a little disappointed if after this I didn't leave you hoping at least a little bit. Deal? Or are you gonna make me beg?"

My final answer was of the non verbal variety!

I really, really wanted to get things started with a very passionate kiss but didn't dare press me luck. I had never felt closer to Danny than at that moment and it made my heart swell. But instead of planting one on his lips, I planted my face in his crotch; didn't even remove his boxers or bother pulling his dick through his fly. I placed my mouth over the bulge in his underwear and instead of sucking, for some reason, I started to blow. (You think "BLOW" JOB is just a euphemism? Try placing your mouth wide open over some part of your body that is covered by some kind of clothing and slowly exhale as hard and as long as you can. Feel that.

I had no idea about that effect when I first used it on my buddy that morning for the first time and I didn't understand exactly why his reaction was as strong as it was). Danny's cock jumped! It reminded me of how he'd jumped earlier that morning when his brother opened the bedroom door to wake us. I don't think Danny's cock was startled but it reacted with excitement very much the way Danny jumped with surprise. (I did not know about that rather intense radiating of moist warmth that it created until some time later when Danny brought it up).

I had planned on playing like that a little longer but the reaction I got, as encouraging as it was, forced me to quickly abandon that tactic, at least temporarily. The previous night, Danny's dick was about as hard as it was ever going to get long before I ever touched it for the first time and now for my second, and perhaps last chance to suck his magnificent cock I very much wanted to see it and feel it before it became erect and feel the power and the pleasure (pride) in being the one responsible for making it that way.

So, I quickly pulled his light green boxers down to expose my favorite parts of him and stopped when I had them around mid thigh. As soon as his entire package came into view, I picked my target of opportunity . . . probably the number one part of him that I totally missed the first time and wasn't going to miss again. I didn't exactly take the most direct route of attack. I placed a kiss right on the very tip of his soft cock which was already slowly but surely filling out, and then I licked my way down the length of his shaft until I encountered those beautiful big balls.

When I had them right where I wanted them; directly in front of my mouth and only an inch or two away, I puckered up and started to blow. I had always thought that Danny's big ol' nutz were hairless. WRONG! they looked pretty smooth and actually if I had to describe them in one word, either hairy or smooth, smooth would definitely be the correct answer. But being up that close and personal and blowing directly onto his balls let that allowed me to see the movement of s few absolutely miniscule and extremely fine hairs that were disturbed by the flow of air over them. I also saw the tiny little goose bumps that my action was creating on Danny's scrotum. But that was enough of the preliminaries and I quickly scooped one of his big oval shaped baby makers up with just my tongue and managed to capture it in my mouth after a little licking (I actually had to cheat a little bit and use my hands, cupping it very gently like an extremely fragile and priceless work of art, to get it into my mouth because it really was too large to manipulate with only my tongue.

That brought the first of a series of heavy moans of pleasure from Danny and he smiles down at me as he saw me looking up worshipfully at him with his testicle held prisoner in my mouth. I lavished his egg with all the tender loving oral care it so richly deserved before starting over and pretty much repeating the adoration on its twin. I could have spent ten times as much time as I did lavishing his boys with my attention but that was having a pretty dramatic effect on my buddy's dick and so I was forced to move along before it once again became fully erect.

I started with Danny's heavy sack of goodies lying on my tongue; worked my way over the top of them and then slowly licked right up the center of his rising pole. It was semi-firm but not yet close to hard. It had already grown very close to it's fully erect length, which told me it wouldn't be long before it was a total stiffy once again so I knew I didn't have time to dally. I didn't dare pause to titillate with my tongue when I reached that sensitive "V" notch. There would be time for that later. The cockhead was still a little spongy and pink when I wrapped my lips around it and started to suck just the tip. Then I slid right back down the pole and took more than half of it in my mouth, repeating the tongue action I had employed the night before. I don't think there was any more growing to be done as far as lengthening at that point but I could definitely feel Danny's shaft slowly inflating and forcing my mouth open wider to accommodate it. That was a rush that I had missed the first time I'd sucked Danny's beautiful cock and I reveled in feeling that transformation for the first time. Everything I did was very slow and gentle until I was sure that my buddy was 100% hard and couldn't get any harder and then I silently announced to myself, "GAME ON!"

Free to use my hands, which I had to avoid doing the first time I sucked my buddy's cock because of the extreme sensitivity; I gently cupped his bull nutz in my left hand and wrapped my fist around his pole near the base. It probably wasn't really necessary the way his cock was once again standing straight and tall and totally rock hard but for what I had in mind next I figured a little extra support couldn't hurt. And besides, I just wanted to have physical contact with as much of Danny's sexy cock and balls as I possibly could at all times and where my mouth wasn't I willed my hands to be.

I very slowly. and deceptively rode that cock back toward its tip; paused there to tickle that little "V" notch that I really hoped and suspected that the same spot on my own cock is when I play with it. Once . . . Twice . . . Three times I flicked my tongue at it like a king Cobra about to strike. Then without warning of any kind I plunged my mouth down hard on that long shaft and then quickly retreated as if the lower portions of Danny's cock were spring loaded. I don't think I missed by much but I failed to impale myself completely on the full length of Danny's dick with that first reckless plunge, but once I again had just the head of his cock between my lips for just a split second I recoiled and threw myself down upon Danny's long lance again. I barely managed to slide my right fist down and out of the way, carefully covering my buddy's big bag of goodies on the opposite side from which my left cupped him from below. There was no doubt that I had captured my prize on the second attempt. I felt the short and curlies tickling my nose and felt like I might have split or at least bruised my lips on Danny's pubic bone as I totally bottomed out but only for the briefest second before I quickly ascended back to the head before forcing my constricting throat to charge once again and capture the objective.

I suppose it might have looked a bit silly to anyone if they had been watching, or maybe it would have appeared that in some bizarre way I was trying to commit ritualistic suicide; repeatedly stabbing myself in the throat with Danny's prick. I don't know how many times I repeated my relentless attack like that. Every time Danny's cock penetrated the muscles guarding the back of my throat, I felt a slight and ever so brief hint of a gag reflex but I was retreating back up the length of my buddy's pole again before that reflex had a real opportunity to interfere.

It was just like how I'd always aggressively sucked Danny off in my dreams, except that in my dreams I never paused the attack because I never grew tired, but here in the real world, I found that such a sustained rapid rise and fall along the full length of a long, hard cock like that eventually became exhausting and knowing that Danny was not yet ready to coat my tonsils with his sweet sperm for all of my dedicated effort I knew that something had to give.

So, after untold round trips riding Danny's pole at break neck speed, I paused again with just the head of his dick between my lips. I guess that in a sense, without realizing at the time what I was doing, I was kind of inadvertently edging Danny, although I wouldn't actually learn about the concept of edging for quite a few years.

Danny didn't let me rest too long, reminding me of our shared goal by slowly starting to push just the first inch or two of his dick deeper into my mouth and then draw back until I once again held only the head of his cock captured between my lips. He wasn't being aggressive; just unwilling or maybe even unable to lie there perfectly still with his cock simply marinating in my mouth. He had to have some degree of friction to keep him happy. I let him feed me those first couple inches three or four times, withdrawing each time before I started working his cock head over again with my tongue. I loved the gurgling sounds that brought from deep in Danny's throat as I tickled his "fancy".

When I finally stopped giving him the tongue lashing he so richly deserved, Danny began to slowly but surely feed me a little more of his dick each time he slid it between my lips. I let him play HIS game, being careful to feed me only slightly more of his tasty tube steak each time than he had the time before and I would frantically assault his head with my tongue work every time he withdrew to leave me with just the tip of his cock. This went on for a while until finally Danny had fed me the full length of his big dick and nestled my nostrils in his pubes. Once we had arrived again at maximum penetration Danny slowed his in and out thrusts (if you can call the slow back and forth movement of his prick in and out of my throat a "thrust"). While he was controlling our pace like that and feeding me all that he had to offer, I learned another little trick that he seemed to really appreciate. Each time Danny would bottom out and pop the first couple inches of his long lance into my throat I would make a strong effort to swallow as if I were actually trying to ingest his whole dick and perhaps even devour all of my buddy.

I could tell from the moans of pleasure and the subtle little shivers that shook him that it was having a very pleasurable effect upon him and that brought me great pleasure. Each time Danny fed me as much of his dick as our combined efforts could manage, he would keep it buried deep in my throat longer each time so that I could make more and more of my attempts to swallow him whole. Somewhere along the way, I had obviously learned to overcome or ignore that gag reflex I had briefly felt earlier.

After a while it dawned on me that we were flirting with danger; playing a kind of a sexual Russian Roulette. I sensed that Danny was keeping his bone buried as deeply as possible in my throat for as long as possible and only retreating when he felt that he couldn't resist the urge to paint my tonsils any longer before he would start to retreat with almost painful slowness and then leaving me with just his cockhead to play with, he would hold that position until my tonguing tactics started having that same effect before he would start another slow descent, feeding me his full length inch by inch. On one of those occasions when Danny was giving me just the head of his cock to play with, he must have misjudged his own excitement or maybe I just found a particularly sensitive spot with my tongue tickling.

"Oh Dude! I'm gonna cum!" he warned.

Danny's first instinct, as it was the first time I sucked his wonderful cock to a sizzling climax, was to withdraw so as not to cum in my mouth. This time, with so much less of his cock inside my mouth, I knew I would have to be quick to prevent him escaping again. I was actually a little too slow but not by much. Danny had managed to withdraw and left me sucking nothing but air, but the tip of his dick had barely escaped and was no more than an inch or two from my lips when he either realized from my reaction or remembered the night before and knew that it was not only OK to cum in my mouth; it was what I wanted.

In a flash, Danny parted my lips with his hard cock and it was more the force of his thrust than it was my pulling him toward me with my hands both grabbing a hand full of his firm ass cheeks that sent the full length of his long dick racing back toward my throat. He wasn't able to bury his bone all the way, as I think was his intent, before he started to shoot his delicious load but that initial spurt would be the only taste of his yummy boy cream I would get to enjoy before Danny's groin slammed against my face. Planting the head well down my throat.

My first choice would have probably been for my buddy to feed me all of his load in my mouth so that I could taste it and then swallow it all (a lot better than I had managed the first time when I had largely forgotten to swallow fast enough), but rather than thrusting in and out of my throat as his orgasm was hitting overdrive, Danny left his dick planted as far down my throat as possible and was still pushing into me as if he thought I could somehow take even more of him.

But I can't complain about the sensation of feeling Danny exploding down my throat after that one all too brief blast that hadn't entirely eluded my taste buds. I was amazed at the feel of his cock (probably just the head) expanding and then quickly contracting in rapid succession with each volley of cum he deposited down my throat and straight into my belly. It felt as if the part of his cock that was being caressed by the walls of my throat muscles was ballooning to enormous size each time a scalding stream of jizz shot forth.

I wish I could tell you how many times Danny's cock exploded or how much sperm he fed me but I have no idea except to say it was A LOT! What I do remember is that I thought I was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen as his cock was like a huge cork that had sealed off my throat and prevented me from breathing. I was almost relieved when his climax stopped and he slowly started to withdraw and give me some much needed oxygen. I had actually started to see stars. Either Danny's cock was coated with some of the juicy cum he had been depositing down my throat or it was still oozing a little of his precious fluid as he back his cock out of my throat and my mouth and he was leaving a trail (kind of like a snail does) as he exited.

When Danny had completely extricated himself, I quickly inhaled one large gulp of air and then I went to work licking and sucking his dick, searching for any remnants of his ejaculation that might have still been present anywhere on that cock. The longer I worked his dick over the more Danny squirmed and the more vocal he became. Finally, he pushed my away and withdrew his cock a safe distance from my hungry mouth.

"Damn Dude! That was intense! I thought I was actually going to cum again if we didn't stop", Danny exclaimed excitedly.

"So? Would that have been so bad?" I asked.

"No . . . Not at all", he said. "If I thought I could cum again in the next second or two I'd have gone for it, but Damn . . . the feeling in the head of my dick was so intense that I didn't think I could stand more than a couple more seconds . . . I mean, it felt great and I didn't want to stop but it felt so good so much that it was almost painful and I couldn't take it much longer. I know that sounds stupid, but that's the best I can explain it. Besides . . . I don't know if I could actually cum again or not . . . right away I mean. I felt like you drained my nutz dry with that last load you coaxed out of me and the well has probably gone dry for a while", he speculated.