“Dude,” I said, more to Andy’s penis than to Andy himself. “I’m gonna go ahead and get high. And then, I’m gonna crawl between your legs. And then…” I finally looked at Andy. “And then I’m gonna worship your giant fucking cock, Andy. I’m gonna suck your fuckin dick so good, you’ll probably die.”
The dead-eyed lanky kid let me into the run-down old house at the edge of Tiger Village. It was the student ghetto for the local university. The house itself was probably once really nice. Now, it had been partitioned into a bunch of littler units. Dead Eyes, with his pale skin and his nose ring, just mumbled, “C’mon in…this way.” Without waiting for me, he hurried down a creaky hallway, then up a flight of stairs. He pointed at a door with “B-3” stamped above it. I just looked at it. With a sign, he reached past me and buzzed the button.
The door creaked open, and a shorter, spiky haired jock dude with a bottle of beer in one hand, dressed in a pair of yellow shorts and flip flops and nothing else grinned and said, “Andy?” I nodded, as he looked me up and down hungrily. “Well c’mon in, dude.” I stepped past him and I heard Dead Eyes follow me before the heavy door closed behind, and at least three bolts and locks sealed me into this strange situation.
Patrick’s chest was tan and smooth. His abs rippled as he walked. He grinned at me in a cocky knowing way. He pointed toward a galley kitchen off to the side. “Help yourself, fellas….”
Dead Eyes quickly pushed past me into the narrow kitchen and immediately leaned over a large white china plate. I heard him make a deep snorting sound; he let go a tiny cough and then again, another deep long snort. He drew his head up from the plate in a quick arc, as though he’d been shoved. He was sniffing and tilting his head back, like he had a nose bleed. I realized he’d just snorted some drugs off the plate. I noticed several long thick powdery lines still on it, as Dead Eyes nodded first at me and then at the plate. I felt my face flush red. “Um…naw…I mean, not just yet. Is that…cool?”
Dead Eyes and Spiky Haired Patrick exchanged looks of amusement, and then Patrick said, “Yeah, bro, of course. Whatever. Anyway, the party is right through here….” He gestured to the expansive living room that was dark but for a large flat screen TV mounted on the side wall. I saw the flickering images of porn–-gay porn!--on the screen.
I saw one more guy sitting on the sofa…his shirt was pulled up and tucked behind the back of his neck. His shorts were unzipped and his hand was working deeply inside his fly. His mouth lulled open. He was stocky and muscular, stubble-faced, and wore a backward baseball cap. He never even seemed to notice us.
Patrick said, “Make yourself at home, Andy. Man, you sure are hot. Glad to finally meet you, big man!” He clapped my shoulder as he moved past me and sat on the sofa next to Baseball Cap. Dead Eyes was moving as well, but instead collapsed into an old recliner that sat on a diagonal beside the sofa…He was shirtless, and I realized I never saw him removing clothes. His hand slid into his pants as well, as he focused on the action on the TV. He seemed to be grinding his jaws around intently.
“Don’t be nervous, buddy.” Patrick told me. “Oh hey…. Let’s you and I go to my room for a minute, OK?”
I hesitated, but Patrick said, “C’mon bro…I got some cash for you, big man. Don’t you want it?”
Broken from my spell, I smiled back and nodded. He strode ahead and I followed him down a hallway to a bedroom that was as dark as the living room. Music was playing from a laptop on a desk. The bed was unmade, and a few large posters from horror movies covered the walls. I could see a closet door and a bathroom door left open, light on, a shower stall visible and a loud vent fan roaring.
After I entered, Spiky (call him Patrick, I reminded myself) closed the door behind us and sat on his bed. He reached into his night stand and grabbed some bills.
“OK, Andy…but dude, I gotta see it first, OK?” Patrick spoke, but I just blinked at him. “It’s only fair, man. I mean, those could be anybody’s pics, right? Anyway, you’re gonna have a blast, bro…I promise.”
I nodded and slowly started to unbuckle my belt. “No, man…take off your shirt and shoes first. Save the best for last.” I smiled meekly and peeled off my t-shirt, revealing my fuzzy pale chest. I was Ok looking. Not really buff. Very hairy, though–stomach, chest, pits, arms… I was self conscious about it, but Patrick gave a reassuring whistle. “Fuuuck yeah. Dude, I love fuckin love it. Love a hot lil monkey boy.”
I spoke for the first time: “Thanks.” I sounded awkward. So I added, “You…are really hot, Patrick.”
Spiky haired Patrick beamed. “Yeah? Glad you think so buddy. Cuz you’re exactly what I like. I guess you know that already.” We smiled at each other as I untied my tennis shoes, and pulled off my socks. “You can sit on the bed if you want, Andy.”
I sat down next to Patrick and smiled at him. I felt self conscious next to his broad muscular body. His skin was tanned and perfect. His teeth seemed to glow. His blue-black hair was messy and masculine and I couldn’t believe I was sitting next to him.
“C’mon big man. This is the moment.” He grinned at me and then let his gaze drift down toward my gray Hanes boxer briefs, the bulge within. “Fuuuck buddy. I can see you weren’t lying.”
I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and then lifted my ass off the bed and pulled them down my legs, kicked them away. Now I was naked sitting next to Patrick, who was leering at me. Rather, leering at my heavy, uncut softie.
Patrick was absently shoving his hand into his shorts. He began breathing heavily as he looked at my big floppy dick.
I felt the familiar rush of pride and masculine power that I had felt that first time Patrick had convinced me to send him a couple of nude pics. We’d been talking on Grindr for well over a month. He’d been trying and trying to get me to come over. After a couple of weeks, he began to express doubts that I was who I said I was, thinking I was catfishing him. When I finally confessed the real reason I was hesitant, I expected Patrick to block me and ghost me, and that would be that.
After all, we both knew it was dumb for him to be soliciting nude pics from a 15 year old boy.
And actually, Patrick did abruptly disappear off the app after I confessed my real age (I really did look a lot older).
But within 20 minutes, he was back online, and had sent me a message: “DELETED YOUR PICS. PLEASE DELETE THE MESSAGE THAT YOU SENT THEM IN. DUDE, I OUGHT TO BLOCK YOU. YOU SHOULDA TOLD ME BEFORE NOW.”
I had apologized and immediately deleted the incriminating messages. I told him the truth–that he was the hottest guy I ever saw and that I just didn’t want him to stop talking to me. I said I understood if he wouldn’t want to keep talking to me and I promised never to discuss our talking. But Patrick just kept talking with me after that.
And slowly our flirtation resumed.
Over the next two weeks, we switched from Grindr messages to voice calls. That’s when Patrick really started to tell me about how horny I made him and how dirty it was that he was talking to me and that he was always jacking off thinking about me.
And especially how he was now obsessed with my cock.
My dick, Patrick told me, was huge.
I mean, I guess I realized that I was bigger than most of the guys in my classes. But I hadn’t watched a ton of porn and just never really clicked into the objective size difference Patrick turned me on to. He sent me pics of his dick too, which I was instructed to view and then delete. He told me ahead of time, “Bro, I’m pretty small. Like, I never have the biggest cock in a multi-cock situation.”
His dick was small, but to me it was still beautiful. Circumcised, angry scarlet head, curved defiantly to the left, neatly clippered bush and tight balls. His muscular stomach was equally hairless, like a magazine model midsection.
But it turned out that Patrick’s kink was “little guys, young dudes, with big fuckin wangs.” It made me feel dizzy with erotic power and energy. This fucking golden god of a bro was specifically into guys like…me? I couldn’t believe it. Eventually, despite how “fucking wrong, how fucking dirty” it was, Patrick convinced me to come over so he could “christen your monster properly.” He had offered me $200 too, if I stayed the night and let him have my dick however he wanted it.
I wanted to tell him that I would pay him for the privilege but I had by this time started to understand that Patrick was getting off on how he thought my big dick made me his superior. He told me he was always “the alpha” in his group of buddies but that when a kid with a big dick came around, he got horny from being “their fucking bitch.” So I figured the best thing for me to do was to let him pay me and to keep my mouth shut.
* * * * * *
Now that Andy was finally here, in my fucking bedroom, it was hard for me to keep playing it so cool.
I knew the kid was into me. Very into me. I think he was pretty much a virgin too, except for some shit he did with a cousin when he was like 11 or 12. It was my dream scenario times a thousand.
When he finally pulled off his shorts and his giant meaty uncut penis draped out and over his nuts, and the hooded head rested on my bed comforter, I swallowed hard and felt my breathing get louder.
I reached a hand into my shorts and started to play with my own tiny little pecker. I was already granite hard and I realized Andry probably had no idea because even at full bone, my shorts showed no sign of my arousal. My hand fit easily around my member as I began to caress it, while I stared at Andy’s perfect monster cock.
“I’m gonna touch it now. OK, buddy?” I wasn’t even looking at Andy’s face, though and didn’t really even wait for his consent. I just reached over and reverently encircled his thick heavy monster softie. Fuck, but it was warm. And, like, I kind of thought I felt his pulse.
I heard Andy hiss or gasp or something, but I couldn’t not stare at his perfect teenage man-dick. It was definitely starting to chub up from my focus and, now, from my touch. I grinned and glanced at Andy’s face. He had an expression that landed somewhere between daydreaming and studying for finals. He was watching my hand on his huge flaccid dong like he was worried something was about to interrupt what was probably a perfect dreamt-of moment for him.
But nothing was going to wake him up because this wasn’t a dream. Andy was here. My hand was around his tree trunk shaft. And this was fucking happening.
“Oh fuuuck, buddy,” I whispered. “I fucking feel you chubbin’ up! Right in my hand!”
Soon, Andy’s disproportionately large tool was elongating, arching out and away from his untanned hairy teen crotch. It was starting to curve downward, like a heavy fleshy banana. I realized that as it continued to swell and distend, my single fist was no longer able to completely encircle his girth. Between my own legs, my tiny hardon was drooling and pulsing. I pulled my hand off it and out of my shorts, to avoid an embarrassing premature end to the fun we were having.
Instead, I added that hand to my other, now holding Andy’s meat two-fisted, like a baseball bat. I started to gently tug his foreskin down his shaft, and then slowly back up again. I loved making his pink-purple dickhead wink in and out of his generous, juicy hood.
And I could now smell Andy’s boy funk each time his tip was exposed. It was insane how horny his scent was making me.
“Dude,” I said, more to Andy’s penis than to Andy himself. “I’m gonna go ahead and get high. And then, I’m gonna crawl between your legs. And then…” I finally looked at Andy. “And then I’m gonna worship your giant fucking cock, Andy. I’m gonna suck your fuckin dick so good, you’ll probably die.”
* * * * * *
“I’m gonna suck your fuckin dick so good, you’ll probably die.” I heard Patrick saying the words to me but the whole moment was wrapped in a gauzy dreamlike distance. None of it seemed real.
At least until he brought out the drugs. After he was stripped half naked and glorious, Patrick reached somewhere into his night stand and pulled out another white porcelain plate and started sniffing lines from it. Suddenly, now it felt real again.
“Want some?” he asked in a voice attenuated by his attempts to snort down and swallow the powder now dusting his nasal cavities.
I started to say no. And Patrick had even anticipated my refusal, and was putting the plate away. But I surprised both of us when I answered, “Um, yeah. I guess so.”
“Whoa! A night to remember, huh?” Patrick retrieved the plate again and began busily chopping the powder some more and reshaping the lines more neatly. Then he used the straw to point at each individual line. “That one…that’s coke. It’ll make your face a little bit numb, like at the dentist. This one though…that line is crystal. It will probably burn your nose a little. But it’s my favorite. It makes sex very, very intense. I recommend you do them both, but it’s up to you, boss.”
He handed me the abbreviated straw and massaged my shoulders as I knelt over the plate and lined up the straw tip with my nose. “Go for it, Andy!”
I decided to snort the crystal first, thinking that the coke would be easier after that. But I wasn’t prepared for the fiery pain that blazed up into my head. “F-FUUCK!” I dropped the straw and reeled. I realized that Patrick had to grab the plate to keep me from knocking it aside.
“You’re OK, bud… It only hurts for a second. See? You’re good, Andy. You’re OK.”
I appreciated Patrick’s reassurances. I blinked back a few tears. And then I realized that my heart was a thundering engine in my chest and that Patrick’s hand on my shoulder was now causing electric sensuous feelings across my whole young body. I coughed and blinked my eyes. Then I said to Patrick: “I’m sorry about almost knocking the plate over. Can I still have the other line?”
Patrick started howling with laughter. “Dude, you ARE a stud. Fuck yeah you can have it. And you can have more of anything I got. Here ya go…” Patrick resituated the plate, relined the coke, and handed me the straw.
This time, I was ready for it to be unpleasant but instead, it was a nasty taste in the very back of my throat followed by…numbing. It really was like the dentist. I swallowed several times, getting used to not feeling my palette. “That’s….that’s kinda weird,” I told Patrick.
“Weird huh?” he said skeptically, looking down at my crotch. I hadn’t noticed, but somehow, my giant dick was now as hard as it had ever been. It was fucking throbbing, jutting in a proud arch from my body.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered.
“I know, dude.” Patrick was already frantically peeling off the remnants of his clothes. “Now sit on my bed so I can give you what you fucking need.”
* * * * * *
I could not fucking believe that little innocent Andy just hoovered up lines of coke and meth. Maybe this was a dream after all. Regardless, I was so high and fucking horny that after this moment, it started to feel like I was on autopilot.
I positioned Andy on my bed, naked, legs spread so fucking wide. His insane uncut tool was throbbing like a curved pipeline of teenage virility. I could see it pulsing slightly, with his accelerated heart beat. I noticed Andy was grinding his teeth just a little bit. His pupils were dilated. He was definitely high and falling deeply into a feral sexual hunger that I was going to exploit for hours.
“Andy,” I whispered, looking at his giant throbbing hardon. His foreskin was long enough to keep his giant dong almost fully covered, even now at maximum arousal. “Andy, tell me what you want, man? What do you want me to do to your big…your huge fucking thick wang? Huh, buddy? Tell me what you want…”
I was sitting beside Andy on my bed but had leaned over his lap. My face was inches away from his straining needy penis. I wanted to tease him just a bit, though. So while I waited to hear the words, I blew lightly on his shaft. It spasmed several times in response. I heard Andy gasp, before he finally responded: “I…I want you to…to suck it, Patrick. I fucking need you to suck my dick. Oh fuckin please, dude….”
It was important to condition Andy right from the start, so I corrected him. “No, buddy….Don’t ask me. Tell me. Tell me what you need. Tell me….tell me what to do, Andy. You’re in control now. Your huge dick is in control. Tell me what to do.”
After a moment, I heard Andy try again, and this time, it was perfect. His voice was confident, and there wasn’t a note of pleading. It was a command. “Fucking suck it, Patrick. Suck my big fucking dick. You've been wanting to, dude. For weeks. Now I’m gonna let you have it.”
My little prick nearly spit cum everywhere. I moaned and opened my mouth.. My tongue came flickering out and I began to tickle and tease Andy's shaft along the underside. I heard him moan above me and I continued to lap and lick up and down his girthy swollen erection. It was intense, a masculine moment of hyper-reality, for both of us.
Now that I had received a proper prompt from Andy, I lunged forward and slowly stretched my mouth over Andy’s gigantic cockhead. Above me, I heard him groan and felt his body twist and strain.
Rewarded with the exquisite taste of his pre-cum, I swirled my tongue around the thick head of Andy's big dick like I wanted to scold it, to punish it. Instantly the shaft had seemed to swell to even larger dimensions while I enthusiastically cleaned and worshiped every ridge and curve of Andy’s most sensitive masculine circuit. My tongue had successfully forced its way inside Andy’s juicy foreskin and I began to lick him out in earnest. I wriggled and swabbed my tongue until his throbbing cockhead was completely spit-slickened. But there was always more of Andy’s sweet precum leaking out, forcing me to tongue-wash him over and over and over.
I began to lose myself in the fleshy sheath and swollen tip of Andy’s giant god-cock. With my hand, I pushed back his delectable hood and for a moment, I pulled myself away from my work and just stared at Andy’s angry scarlet bell end. I licked it like an ice cream cone and above me, I heard more of Andy’s animal noises. I kissed that cock too, began making out with his giant fucking dickhead. Eventually, I let it slip back inside my stretched-out wet mouth. I never wanted this to end.
* * * * *
Soaring along mental pathways I hadn’t known existed, I looked down upon the overwhelming carnal passion play happening in my lap. The crystal and the coke surprised me, turning all my prior assumptions about narcotics inside out. I thought drugs made you dumber, less aware, more removed. As I stared down at Patrick, his perfect musculature, listened to his hungry sounds as he slobbered and ministrated my hulking erection, I realized drugs did exactly the opposite. These chemicals made me more attuned, dialed up my sensitivities, elevated my intellectual and emotional analyses of each infinitely parsed moment, each frame of reality a superposition of prurient masculine potential.
And Patrick…in those heightened moments of initial ecstasy, I began to understand that he was a virtuoso of sexual pleasure. He would lick or suck in a particular way, and then measure how and to what extent I reacted. Immediately he would redeploy or intensify his techniques to perpetually modulate my experience. Patrick was very deliberately meting out his oral overtures on my giant teenage tool to keep me on that rarefied edge of ultimate pleasure that kept my orgasm on the horizon but never quite within my grasp. It was an exquisite and intense ride that Patrick was giving me, and while I was increasingly frantic to explode in his hot mouth, I also never wanted it to end.
And so it seemed like it never would; Patrick hungrily worked on my cock. He seemed to grow more and more frenzied, the more of my dick he sucked and polished. After what seemed like an entire afternoon of Patrick working exclusively on my foreskin and my throbbing super-sensitive glans, he began to make tentative forays up and down my shaft, tracing the tributaries of veins and taunt flesh with his miraculous tongue. All I could do was watch him, and let him know via sound and movement how good it felt. I also tried not to thrash about so much that I hurt him or (worse) interrupted what he was doing to my huge tap root.
Finally, although I don’t really know how much time had elapsed, Patrick took a break from my dick, wiped his blushing, spit-covered face and whispered, “Hey buddy…. What do you say we do some more lines, maybe drink a little water, and then let’s get back on your dick and stay on it until we make you fuckin nut like Mount Saint Helens.”
* * * * * *
After sucking, worshiping, and edging Andy’s giant uncut tubesteak for over an hour, I was out of breath and flushed. Spit wetted my face, streaked down my chin, dripped onto my chest. My jaw sang with sharp arching. Sucking Andy’s huge hard penis had become a compulsion that I was barely able to tear myself away from.
Finally, gasping, looking wild-eyed and desperate, I managed to pull myself up off his tool.
Then I looked at Andy, and noticed he was also flushed and panting, hair plastered against his forehead with sweat, mouth agape and looking stupid. His perfect throbbing cock was jutting and jerking out from his lap like an angry flagpole trembling from an earthquake. I started smiling at him, and he grinned back at me. Then suddenly we were both laughing. It was pretty funny, how lost we had both gotten in the last hour of sexual gluttony.
“Fuck, bro.” I whispered. “Let’s take a lil break, Andy. Maybe get some water, do some more fuckin lines…and then, buddy, I’m gonna go back down on your huge fuckin cock and, Andy, after that, I ain’t stopping until I make you explode in my fuckin mouth.”
Andy was still breathing heavily, but he was cooling down now. His wang had started to flag down to a fat fucking semi. He grinned at me and just nodded his agreement. Finally, he spoke: “That was…Oh my fuck, Patrick! I’ve never felt anything like this before. Look, I’ll do whatever. Yeah, that sounds fucking amazing.”
I was laughing at Andy’s wide-eyed reaction. It was so...wholesome. But even so, I reminded him: “Fuck yeah, big man….but don’t forget when we start things up again, you gotta tell me what you want, what to do, OK, boss?”
As Andy nodded in rekindled understanding, I retrieved my stash and lined up some more rails of coke. And this time, I pulled out my little glass bubble pipe and added some crystal to its well-scorched bowl. I used a lighter to melt the new shards securely into the spherical basin and then gave Andy a glance. The kid was just watching with rapt attention. I knew his reservations were all destroyed. He would do whatever I urged him too. Despite my facade of him being in control, we both knew that I was calling the shots, and soon Andy would be riding an even higher sexual rush.
“Hey Andy…would you mind going over there to my bathroom? There are a couple of plastic cups in the top drawer–fix us each a nice cup of water, big man.”
Practically trembling with excess energy, the horny, hairy kid was eager to do something. He jumped up and padded to my bathroom, and rapidly returned with the cups of tap water. I took one and slammed the entire contents in one long sip. “Perfect….just what I needed!”
Andy also polished off his cup, and asked me: “Should I get us some more?”
“Nah,” I told him, as I held the glass bong’s chimney to my lips and flicked the lighter under the bowl. “We’re about to get this party started again, Andy. I hope you’re ready, bud. Cuz if you thought we were having fun before, I can’t wait to surprise you again.”
Behind the noise of bubbling water, I began gently inhaling more and more of the churning white smoke from the glass pipe. Inches away from me, Andy watched my every move with scrupulous attention. As I exhaled a huge white cloud, I passed the pipe to Andy. His eyes were wide, and he nodded somberly as I showed him how to light the glass bowl and make his own giant crystal clouds. I could barely suppress my laughter as I watched his fleshy softened dick start to plump and lengthen before he had even exhaled his first huge cloud of meth smoke from his virginal lungs.
* * * * *
As I breathed out that first dense white dragon’s cloud of amphetamine smoke, I felt my dick suddenly throb back to near full erection. I heard my own breath punctuate the cloud with several suppressed coughs. “Oh….oh my…OH MY GOD, Patrick!”
The past hour suddenly seemed like a beige rehearsal for what was about to happen. My libido, my entire body, was now vibrating with sexual need. I tried to pass the glass water pipe back to Patrick, but he refused, urging me to make two, three, four more monstrous inhalations before he finally took it back and also consumed the powerful sexual stimulant smoke. His room was now agloom in a foggy haze. Meanwhile, my mouth hung open. I couldn’t stop myself from tugging and stroking my giant engorged meat (although I noticed that I wasn’t quite as hard as before). I felt like an electrical instrument that had finally and for the first time been plugged into a power source. Sexual need was sparking off my body. I breathed deeply several times, suddenly impatient for Patrick to put aside the glass pipe and get back to sucking my fucking dick.
“P-Patrick.” I hissed.
“Yeah, big man….I know!” He replied and a billow of gray puffy smoke seemed to deepen the tone of his voice.
“Listen, um, Patrick…” I saw him watching me. I grinned as he put the pipe down and crawled to the floor, positioning himself between my legs. I spoke down at him in a measured hoarse whisper. “I said listen, OK? I need you to–no, um, what I mean is that you’re gonna suck my big fuckin cock now, Patrick. You got it? Right fuckin now, Patrick. Get your hot fucking mouth back on my giant fuckin dickhead, Patrick! Fuckin do it!”
It almost seemed like I was listening to another person speak with my voice. Regardless, my heart beat faster and faster as I saw Patrick respond to my authoritative commands. He whimpered a little bit before picking up my flagging fat semi and brought it up to his mouth. He kept eye contact with me, though, as his tongue flickered out and he once again began to probe and worship my hyper-sensitive glans, relentlessly working it into my foreskin. He knew by now that this drove me crazy. My eyes widened as I watched Patrick frantically force his tongue as deep inside my prepuce as it could go. I trembled as he used his beautiful lips to push back my foreskin. As he began to reverently kiss, lick, and suck my giant naked dickhead, my vision blurred and I wondered if I might pass out from sexual bliss.
Instead, I started to thrust my hips up and down, shoving my member in and out of Patrick’s hot wet mouth in graceless shallow strokes. At some point, I put my hand on the back of his head too, and began to swivel and tilt his face all about my huge boner. I was really just using him for my pleasure now, barely even remembering that he was his own person, with sexual needs that were not a part of my own.
“Oh FUCK YES, BRO!” I growled and pushed into Patrick’s face. I was gibbering and cursing and moaning. I think this is when I started working toward my nut, which for the first time seemed to be within my reach. “Dude, Patrick, do NOT fucking stop sucking my big dick, you fucker! Keep it up cuz I’m gonna fucking CUM, Patrick! And I know you want my fucking LOAD, don’t you?”
But I never gave Patrick a chance to reply. I was not letting him off my horny, huge prick until my balls were emptied completely.
* * * * * * *
Holy fuck. THIS is what it’s about. THIS is sex between two men. THIS is the perfect extended moment before orgasm that every human male chases.
My face was fucking stuffed full of Andy’s monster cock, battering my throat, pounding into my pallett. And Andy no longer required any queues from me to take control of our oral session. He was nothing now but primal sexual need and was using my face, my mouth, my throat to satisfy his own hunger for relief. His hands were clamped on the sides of my head and he was bouncing me on his tool frantically, the way he needed.
It was rough.
It was selfish.
It was intense.
Andy was no longer the innocent young kid from hours ago. Now he was just a horny, hairy adolescent with a huge dick and a need to nut. And I fucking loved it. I wanted his sperm so fucking bad. Above me, I could hear Andy gasping and groaning. Now and then, instead of rhythmically bouncing my head on his giant swollen wang, instead he would just hold my face still while he would thrust his big cock into my throat, as deep and hard as he could. He would howl, and I would hum and moan.
After holding his dick there, letting it throb so deep inside my throat for just a few seconds, then he’d pull me back up his thick shaft, use my tongue to tease his monster dickhead, and then again, back to bouncing my head like a sex toy up and down his stupendous endowment. It was really a master class in aggressive face fucking that utterly belied Andy’s lack of experience, even with the drugs and my instruction factored in. The kid, it seems, was a natural.
* * * * * * *
By now, I was panting and sweating. Patrick was no longer the rarefied object of my teenage dreams. Now, he was a wet hole that I was using to get my fucking nut. My heart beat so loud that I guessed Patrick could probably hear it too. As I jacked my giant drooling dick with his handsome face, I couldn’t stop myself from talking to him with the dirty parlance of an angry porn star.
“Fuck yeah, Patrick. You love sucking this…” THRUST “...big…” THRUST “...fucking…” THRUST “...dick…” THRUST “don’tcha?”
I learned that one of the most pleasurable sensations I had ever experienced was the feeling of my huge dickhead popping through the tight muscular throat hole that separated Patrick’s mouth from his esophagus. Everytime I battered past that tiny choke point, it felt like my dick was never going to fit, and then when I finally did batter past it, the overwhelming sexual rush was beyond de***********ion. As a result, I kept pulling Patrick back up my shaft, popping my dickhead through his throat hole in reverse, and then plunging it right back in again. Several times I could feel his muscles rebelling against my repeated intrusions. I felt him choking and coughing on my thick shaft and especially on my brutal, punishing glans.
It didn’t matter.
All that I cared about now was chasing the orgasm that I knew was finally within my reach. In my mind, my nut took the form of a fluttering ghostly point of scarlet light on a dark horizon. My thrusting and rutting into Patrick’s face became akin to navigational controls. I could use his mouth to get closer and closer to the random spiraling path of that crimson carnal cumpoint (or to let the distance between us grow).
But I was now winning the chase. In my mind, the red object of my sexual climax was getting larger and larger. I was almost upon it. In my lap, I was ramming my giant cock into Patrick’s face over and over now, relentless, never letting up. Behind my closed eyes, what had at first been just a point of red light had grown into a hungry churning fuschia maw of sexual sensory overload. I was no longer chasing it; I was about to fall into it. I had been wrong. This wasn’t a playful drug-induced metaphor; my impending seminal release was spiraling above ground zero, seconds from detonation. And I could no longer prevent its explosion. In some faraway dreamlike echo, I heard my own voice. It was moaning and growing louder, toward a crescendo.
With a few more stuttering, gasping jabs deep into Patrick’s warm wet throat, like the sword Excalibur, I finally buried it in him, pushed his head on it as hard as I could. My body was trembling and my head lulled backwards. I heard my own voice begin a low guttural sound that I did not recognize.
This was it. I was about to fucking cum.
* * * * * * *
Andy was about to fucking explode.
My face was crushed down onto his monster cock. He was buried inside my throat; it felt like my neck was being stretched wide around a tire’s inner tube. I was impaled on him. His hips were pushing and thrusting, but he was already as deep inside my face as he could get. Now all Andy could do was bounce my stuffed esophagus up and down on that final deepest part of his length. It wasn’t painful, but it was very, very uncomfortable, yet I was as committed to its explosive completion, as desperate for its salty, spermy climax as I’ve ever been for anything that I’ve wanted (or, if I’m being honest, that I’ve fucking needed).
This final stretch was a rough ride, so I grasped Anyd’s hips with both hands and looked up at him. I imagine I looked completely subservient, utterly whorish, my mouth stretched wide and tight around Andy’s veiny, hairy column. Was my expression surprised? Hungry? It was a moment when all my pretension and posturing fades like vapor. Only the truest me was knelt between Andy’s legs, working and pleading for his sweet teen cum. As I whined and whimpered on Andy’s thick meat, I felt his legs trembling, saw his mouth gape wide open, watched his eyes flutter to half-open slits. My heart beat faster, because I knew we were almost there.
“Oh, Patrick! Oh FUCK, Patrick…” It was all Andy managed to whisper before his eyes grew saucer-big and his trembling legs began to bend and kick. Because that’s when Andy’s godcock exploded like a volcano inside my mouth.
I pulled back up so that Andy’s tomato-sized glans was crowding out my tongue and cheeks (I wanted to taste every bit of his load), but frantically grabbed onto his shaft with both fists, working him like a butter churn. The first scalding jets of salty jizm flooded into my mouth like a dam had burst. At the same time, just above me, Andy was screaming and thrashing about. Staying locked onto his mighty detonating dick was like trying to stay connected to an epileptic in the throes of a violent seizure. I had to hold his hips tightly to keep from being thrown off his cock, as it kept on spewing geysers of his hot cum into my mouth, down my throat, even dripping out my lips and down my chin. But I would not let go. I stayed latched onto Andy, moaning hungrily, swallowing frantically, taking all of his incredible load.
Meanwhile, between loud gasps and howls, a semi-sensical stream of consciousness flowed from Andy’s filthy mouth, nonstop Alpha-style porno imperatives. “Oh Christ! Oh holy fuck! Yeah, Patrick, oh my GOD! Eat it! EAT MY FUCKIN SPERM, PATRICK…FUCKIN SWALLOW MY FUCKING JIZZ!”
The real-time ejaculation couldn’t have lasted more than a minute or so, but it seemed hyper-extended. I still recall each powerful blast of cum, how it made me moan in harmony with Andy. I heard myself swallowing and gulping wetly on his huge fucking cock, both of us pushing, rocking, slamming his pole into my face, both of us dead focused on draining every last drop of Andy’s fiery teenage nut directly into my hungry jockboy mouth.
I’m not gonna lie. This really was as good as it gets.
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The most intense, most delirious, most satisfying orgasm of my young life was finally ending. It was almost like waking from a dream. My head was clearing. Although my entire body was still amped up and jerking with bone-shaking spermy aftershocks, my hairy fecund balls must’ve been nearly empty. I cursed at those waning trickles of cum that Patrick still managed to coax out of me with his miraculous unrelenting mouth and tongue, but my mind-blowing life-changing climax was almost over.
In his dark room, still cloudy with meth smoke, now funky with the scent of our sweaty sexual abandon, I looked down at Patrick. Watched his rippling, muscular back and his tightly flexed biceps as he gripped my hips. He was still my ideal specimen, a perfect picture of chiseled masculine servitude. His eyes were closed as he kept gently milking my long softening shaft with his mouth and with both hands. He was sighing and mewling like a kitten, as he continued to lick, clean and kiss my super-sensitized bulb. Each slow motion swipe of his tongue, each feathery kiss wrenched a gutteral hiss or gasp from me. The feelings in my post-orgasm dickhead were now so intense that I wasn’t sure I could withstand Patrick’s worshipful ramp-down attention.
“Oooooh, Patrick.” My voice was hoarse, raspy. “Jesus fucking Christ, Patrick.”
I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell Patrick just how incredible it was. I wanted to explain that it felt like I had crossed some invisible threshold from a small place of stunted teenage instincts and needs into a hidden world of fully awakened adult desire and pleasure. It wasn’t just the new peaks of sexual bliss I’d finally touched. It wasn’t only the eye-opening experience with drugs. It was a whole new vista that Patrick had opened up for me, and I could not wait to see what else was out there, just waiting for me to experience.