Spending the night with Greg was the best night of my life. The fact I wasn’t alone, no matter the distance between Greg and me, made every difference. Loving him exhilarated me. All the issues involved didn’t change that. Touching him gave me a feeling that we belonged together.
I loved him all night long and I was still in love with him come morning. Greg didn’t know what to make of it now that I’d given him what he’d been asking me to give him for months.
He had me where he wanted me and he wasn’t sure what to do with me. I stood directly in the middle of his life, between who he was and who he would become. I wasn’t anything like anyone who adored him, each on his own level. I refused to do what Greg wanted me to do when he wanted me to do it, and I did it when I was ready. When I did do it, I gave it my all.
Sitting on the floor against the couch, I’d slept with my face on his stomach. No one came to find him and that was a good thing. There was no way to explain how close to Greg I’d become in the television room.
Greg laid on his back with all of him but his cast on the couch. The cast hung down with the rubber piece on the bottom of the cast resting on the floor. He was totally naked after our pee break. He’d pretty much given into the idea he was helpless in my hands and since I gave him all he could handle, he surrendered himself to me.
His dick was semi-hard and standing up toward his belly button within a few silly millimeters of my lips. I stared at it for some time before my lips caressed the tip of its tip, using nibbling motions like some helpless fish in a fish tank. Without moving his dick grew up against my chin.
The ring around the head had grown firmer, more distinctly engorged, dominating the shaft. The colors changed from its usual fine beige to a subtle shade of pinkish red in the head and a darker tan shaft.
“What a way to wake up. You’ve been holding out on me, Martin.”
I let my tongue do the talking as he stirred ever so slightly, hardly moving, being unable to move. The back of the couch restricted him and the cast held him in place. I kept him flat on his back for my own purposes.
You know that’s the most sensitive part of a dick, don’t you?”
I licked the taunt hot flesh with a circular motion that went from cleft, around the head, and back again. He moaned before I heard a gurgling in his throat. Another soft moan slipped past his lips. He sucked in his stomach when I began licking more vigorously.
“Martin, you’re going to get more than you bargained for. I can’t be held responsible for what you’re about to receive.”
I slipped my lips down on him, still licking as I went. His stomach began to quiver under the side of my face and he was fighting the inevitable and once he reached the point of no return, his stomach tightened and his dick began to throb once it couldn’t swell anymore.
The first stream came so quick that I didn’t brace myself for it before it was dripping into my throat. The second squirt hit forcefully, showering the back of my mouth. The head became so firm there was no give left in it. My teeth weren’t able to stay off his flesh.
This didn’t lessen his lustful reaction to my busy mouth at all. One of his hands clamped under his balls. The other reached for the back of my head, he pushed one toward the other as his hips, the cast, and some of his torso lifted up, forcing me down on him, teeth and all.
“Oh, yeah,” he said through clenched teeth, forcing as much of his dick into my mouth as he could get to go.
It was a good jaw stretching exercise as he shot one super charged release that led him to going limp. He breathed like a race horse, after the race was run. His dick almost never went soft when there was attention at hand but it did lose a bit of vitality as his muscles gave up their tension.
I cleaned up my mess before slipping my lips back off him, letting my head rest back where it was before the first action of the new day took place. He took deep powerful breaths as the hand on the back of my head slipped down to my shoulder.
“You have been holding out on me. What was that?”
“If you haven’t figure it out, no point in my trying to explain it to you,” I said, with the back of my head being all he could see of me.
“I’m hungry. Sex makes me hungry. When do the nurses bring breakfast around here?”
I rummaged through the kitchen to find the coffee and while I made a pot, I examined the other rooms in the house. There were four holdovers from the night before. All but one I’d seen last night. The ice in the cooler was history and two lonely Pabst laid under water. I dumped the water out of the cooler and put the beer in the fridge for refreshing.
When I took Greg the cup of coffee, he stared at me for a long time. Greg not speaking was no big deal. I wasn’t sure how he’d react now that I’d done what I’d wanted to do to him since I met him on the road over near my house the year before.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Tired,” he said.
“Big night. You haven’t had a night out in ages.”
“You make this?”
“Yeah. I found Folgers in the cabinet. I can’t start my day without a cup of Folgers,” I sang.
“Really,” he said. “It’s not bad.”
“Beginner’s luck.”
I hadn’t watched cartoons in ages. Neither had Greg and it’s the first thing he wanted after he got his coffee. The Road Runner and Wiley Coyote hadn’t aged a bit. They even got a chuckle out of me from time to time. Greg laughed and smiled at the television.
“Where are my pajamas?” Greg asked. “Anyone might come in here. I want to see everyone but I don’t necessarily want them all to see so much of me.”
“Top right here,” I said, taking it off the footstool. “Bottoms are?”
“Come on, Martin. Don’t fool around. Herbie’s going to be down here soon and he won’t leave it alone if I don’t have my bottoms on,” Greg complained.
“Didn’t seem to have any trouble when you had them on,” I said, remembering Herbie’s hand inside Greg’s bottoms for most of the time last evening.
“I was still horny then. It was just like old time. I can take a break for a few hours and be ready for tonight.”
“Your public is waiting.”
“The curse of a big dick and horny friends, I guess,” Greg said, leaning to look under the couch.
I let my hand fold into his crotch as he leaned. He was only half hard until he was hard. He sat back up and watched my hand on his dick. I squeezed. It swelled. I felt his dick throb as he sat up to look at my hand.
“I can always take a break later. Hate to waste a good boner. Haven’t had much action the last six months. I need to get back in shape.”
“I’m here to serve,” I promised.
“I might have bought that before we got here but you’re here for more than serving.”
“Sue me,” I told him.
“Not while my dick’s hard. You know someone will come in sooner or later.”
“It’s easier than finding your pajama bottoms. More fun too,” I said. “There are already people sleeping in the house. If someone comes in we’ll tell them we were looking for you bottoms and something came up,” I suggested.
“No one will be up for hours. They won’t come in here anyway. Go ahead and give me some of what you had for me earlier. I didn’t know you’d be so expert at it. You and Bobby-Lee been practicing?”
“No, a labor of love, I guess. See what can be done with it.”
“Yeah, it is a handful. Mouthful too is you do it right. Could use a good wash after you’ve got it all excited.”
Greg left the pajama top on the couch beside him and stretched his legs out as I went to work to get the smile back on his face. It was obvious he took my work seriously. He kept his hands on my face as he paid close attention to what I was doing to him.
Before long there was a liquid leaking from the tip of his dick. I sat back on my heels, using his juices and my spit to slide my hand up and down his shaft. I needed to rest my jaws, but he didn’t protest the fact I spit him out.
I could see the muscle tensing in his good leg. His hips tried to help the process. The excitement started to show on his face as he strained to get the most out of our collaboration. He watched intently, leaning back against the couch to brace for what was coming.
The swelling went into overdrive and the head turned a lovely shade of pink. The sounds moved from his lips down into his throat as his eyes closed and his muscles tensed.
“Oh, yeah. You’re becoming indispensable you know?” He moaned softly and gritted his teeth.
“Hey, Greg! What’s up?” Herbie said, charging in the door as the first squirt hit Greg’s neck and his hips raised off the couch as I finished him off. “I could have done that if you asked me nice?”
“Arg!” Greg said. “Oh, man. That was nice. Herbie, you’re an asshole. You’d do it if I didn’t ask.”
“Well yeah! You want another? I wish you’d waited for me. I got up early to come over here to do that.”
“Yeah, well, Martin did it for you. Save your energy,” Greg said, running his fingers through the streams that coated his chest and belly.
“I got plenty of energy, Greg. You know that. Never say die,” Herbie said, standing next to where I sat in front of Greg. “You got the fattest fucking dick. It’s even faster after you cum. Did you know that, Greg?”
“Yeah, it’s fat. Sometimes it is more fat and sometimes not quite so much, but it’s always fat.” Greg said as Herbie felt his dick.
Herbie squeezed. Greg moaned and closed his eyes. More cum ran down the side of his dick and Herbie massaged it into the tender flesh.
“Tony wants you to fuck him again, you know,” Herbie said. “Boy’s all dick and asshole. Told him this thing would rip him open. Said he knew but it didn’t matter.”
“He complains too much. I took an hour getting past that tight asshole of his and right when I’m ready to rock and roll, he says, ‘get it out. I got better things to do than break in his asshole.”
“He figures once you do it, he can handle anyone. Sounds pretty determined to get you to do it again. I didn’t see you screw him last time. I’d like to see that. He ain’t no bigger ‘an a minute. I’d figure you’d break his asshole with that slab of meet you got. Mine is longer though. You do know my dick is longer than yours?”
“You often remind me. I got twice the dick you got, Herbie, no matter how many feet you got.”
“Yeah, well mine would be a lot easier on Tony’s asshole. You could suggest it. I can’t talk him into letting me fuck him,” Herbie complained casually.
“Your concern for his asshole touches me, Herbie. You don’t have my charm. You play with everybody. Tony only has eyes for me.”
“Like Ronnie once did? He only had eyes for you.”
“Ronnie hates my ass,” Greg said. “You know that.”
“He loved you before he hated you. Hard to believe he’s the same chubby boy that let you do that in front of us. Sure did change.”
“Yeah, he had blond hair too. Now he’s got dark hair and he’s built like a brick shithouse. I never seen that happen to anyone before,” Greg said.
“I did. Junny Tuttle, remember. Had real blond hair and it turned brown about the time he was thirteen or fourteen.”
“He went through puberty before his hair turned colors. He was always skinny. Ronnie was a chubby little porker and he got skinny,” Greg said.
“He went through puberty too,” Herbie reminded Greg.
“Yeah, that’s right. Boy didn’t have a hair on him when I fucked him. Little dick. Not little anymore. You think someone took his place?” Greg asked.
“No. He didn’t change all that fast. Started losing weight first. Got taller and then his hair turned dark later on. It had streaks of brown in it before.”
“Yeah, that was it. Hates me now. Loved me then.”
“What’s the story with Ronnie?” I asked.
“You tell him,” Greg said. “You saw the whole thing. I just came at the end.”
“Very funny, Greg. You screwed the boy. I’ve only seen two let you do that in front of us.”
“It wasn’t my idea and I didn’t start it. I really didn’t pay much attention until he sank the eight ball on his second shot and blew the game. I’d told him what I was going to do if he lost. He had to play me.”
“You ask me, it wasn’t the game he was playing.”
“You think he played me to get what he was after?”
“Uh huh. Once he saw the payoff, he went right to the punch line.”
“Me getting my meat beat in front of the boy right after he showed up?”
“’Cause you be de King.”
“You talking about Ronnie?” I said. “That rough looking guy that played pool with you at your party?”
“That’s him,” Greg said.
“Ronnie was new here. His dad came in from Puerto Rico, I think. He met Doug first. Doug said he was a really nice boy,” Herbie said. “He was a bit chubby you ask me.”
“Everyone’s chubby compared to you. He wasn’t that big. Baby fat,” Greg said.
“Boy was fifteen. He was older than me,” Herbie said. “He came to the house with Doug and then wanders down to the basement where we’re the pool’s being played. Lots of guys came to play back then. All growed up and joined up.”
“Very friendly boy. I had both Lenny and Joshua down to their skivvies,” Greg said. “Ronnie stood at the bottom of the stairs giving those two the once over twice. Herbie and George are sitting in the chairs under the stairs with two other guys.”
“They joined the army, Len and Josh. They were cool,” Herbie said.
“They’d been in Germany a few months before I left. They’d found the pool games there. When I left they stayed behind. Then their old man got stationed here. Didn’t take long for them to be looking to play pool. We were still going to school on the base then.”
“Yeah, and they never did win playing pool. You won the next couple of games and Ronnie’s still watching those two. Was it Josh or Len ended up giving you the hand job?”
“Josh, he was so bad at pool but he knew how to pull on a dick. He and Len were old prose at it. They had to be doing each other. When I unzip my jeans and pull out the old pecker, Ronnie’s eyes opened wide. He wasn’t going to miss anything.”
“Greg’s got his dick out and Josh is on his knees in front of him whacking a way and Ronnie says, ‘Can I play?’”
“He asked to play. No one invited him to come down there,” Greg said. “He was with Doug and Doug should have stopped him from coming downstairs. He knows anyone who gets to the bottom of the stairs is fair game.”
“You know Doug doesn’t try to tell his buddies what to do,” Herbie said.
“None of his friends come downstairs. He tells them they can’t go down there if they know what’s good for them. He should have told Ronnie.”
“Probably,” Herbie said. “You wouldn’t have had as much fun if he hadn’t come along. Josh and Len weren’t going to bend over for you.”
“I didn’t know he was our age. I told him no. He said he wanted to play. Asks me if I’m chicken. Ballsy little prick. I told him if he played me and lost, I was going to fuck his little ass. He didn’t even bat an eyeball. I figured he’d run back upstairs, but we played pool.”
“Whose telling this?”
“Go ahead. You takes notes. I just play pool.”
“Greg wins and Ronnie laid with his face on the felt and his butt in the air. Greg did get some lube on that thing before he fucked him. Right in front of us.”
“Didn’t hesitate. Leaned over the bumper on the pool table. I was feeling guilty. Boy didn’t have a hair on his ass. Didn’t have any around his little dick. I thought he was about twelve, but he pissed me off and there were guys watching. I had to go through with it.”
“I ain’t got no hair and I ain’t twelve,” Herbie said.
“That’s true Herbie, but you act ten. That’s the reason why I let you play with my dick all the time. With so little hair you look ten and then I think I’m still ten and you’ve got your hand on my dick again.”
“You never complained before,” Herbie said. “Want I should play with you while I finish the story? I can do two things at once.”
“No. Finish what you’re going to say. I’ve got to be back to the hospital tomorrow night.”
“OK. Greg got up behind him and it just slides right out of sight. Now you can’t tell me that boy hadn’t been playing hide the dick with someone before he got to your basement. No one else has ever taken it that easy, Greg.”
“Maybe. I used a lot of lube. It helped. He didn’t know us. Maybe seeing some guy’s hard dick getting pulled on made him think this was the place to have fun.”
“Seeing the King’s dick is what did it. No one else fucked him. I’d have given it a shot.”
“Herbie, why do you think we hide the dogs when you come around. You’ll fuck anything.”
“Dude! Not even. Why are you being so cruel?”
“Who? Give me a name. Who wouldn’t you fuck?”
“Mr. Coolidge. I wouldn’t fuck him,” Herbie declared.
“What’s he eighty? OK, you wouldn’t fuck anyone who came along, but I still keep my dogs away from you.”
“That’s mean,” Herbie said.
“So that it. Ronnie let you screw him and now he’s different?”
“Ronnie did do that and now he hates me because he did do it. Everyone that saw it is gone but Herbie, but Ronnie remembers. Don’t know what he thinks he was doing or why he blames me for it.”
“He was a quiet boy that first time. He’s kind of surly now,” Herbie said.
“Wouldn’t want to fight him straight up. I think the boy could kick my ass, and I don’t think anyone can do that.”
“I don’t think that’s what Ronnie is after, Greg?” Herbie said. “I really don’t. He’s still got that glint in his eye, when he comes over here. Why is he still coming over here? What’s he after?”
“No, paybacks are a mother fucker. He wants to fuck me. Nobody fucks me and especially someone with a chub the size of his. He needs to even the score to feel like a man,” Greg said. “He’s got a long weight.”
“He do keep coming back, don’t he?” Herbie said. “Only time we ever see him. Never went to school with us. Just comes around for a nice friendly game of pool.”
“He can’t beat me,” Greg said. “He’s pretty good but he can’t beat me. I know better than to let him beat me.”
“I don’t think he wants to beat you. I think he wants to lean over those cushions one more time. He wants your dick up his ass again. Like Tony. He had it once and he can’t forget how you made him feel.”
“He quits before we get that far these days. He’d be worth fucking. He was smooth as silk the first time. Now he’s a stud. I’ve never fucked a stud before.”
“Can’t feel too guilty about giving the boy what he came after. I think maybe someone told him about the pool games. He knew what he wanted. You gave it to him.” Herbie said. “I’d like to give him a little of my foot long.”
“I got twice the dick you got, Herbie. Long is fine but ladies like a wide thick dick. You know that much.”
Listening to these two discuss sex as if it was at the center of their experiences left me with little to say. It was as casual as if they were talking about playing ball or taking a hike. For them the game was pool and the payoff was built into the game.
I didn’t know how two boys could become so relaxed about something so many were so uptight about. I’d never talked about my sex life but of course, I didn’t have one. That made a big difference.
The two fed on each other’s sexual desire. Herbie made Greg feel like he was someone special and bragged about his accomplishments. I could see why Greg let Herbie hang around. He validated who he was, while other boys might feel guilty about such a sexual appetite.