Dylan

He closed his bedroom door and stared around at his room. The door managed to mute some of the rap music that was blaring from the living room stereo where Susan and her boyfriend were lounging on the couch. He couldn’t stand the guy either, he was always making comments that were fucking cruel and useless but Susan said she only liked him cause he had a big dick and it made her feel good. Christ she was such a fucking slut and he really hated the fact that they were roommates. He just didn’t have any other choice if he wanted to live here, and at least he had the big bedroom.

Dylan threw his jacket into the corner and undid the goofy tie that he had to wear and at the same time he kicked off his dress shoes. His feet hurt like fucking hell from standing behind that stupid cash counter but he had to admit, there were some nice looking guys that made it worthwhile, even if all Wal-Mart paid him was 50¢ over minimum wage.

He wished he could get a decent paying job so he could boot Miss Slut of 2000, 2001, and in the running for 2002 out but he didn’t have any training or experience to snag a job that paid better. Dylan sighed as he dropped his trousers and sat on the bed, flicking thru the TV listings guide to see if there was anything worthwhile on. He noticed a rerun of QAF but decided not to watch it, he was feeling like he was identifying too much with ‘Michael’ and he really didn’t want to wind up as some whiny jerk trailing after some male version of Susan Kendricks.

His mood was perplexing to him but he shrugged it off as he stared at the wall and over to the shiny new television set he had purchased. A smile grew across his face as he threw his socks into the corner with the rest of his dirty clothes and he reached over to grab a large bath sheet, which he stuffed under the door, to further muffle the awful music that came filtering into his room. Christ, what did they find enjoyable about all that screaming and foul language? He shook his head knowing it was popular with guys his age and younger, but still, just because he was 19 he still couldn’t hack listening to such shit.

Dylan walked over to his own bookshelf stereo system and flipped through a couple of CD’s before finding one he liked. Quickly he placed it into the machine and let the soothing sounds of an old master fill his room and drown out the annoying shit from the living room. He turned and stared at the shiny new television set and cable box, and his hand shot out to gently touch the cable box. A smile grew on his face as he stood there, his shirt covering his growing erection as he thought back to last Monday when he finally had his cable service hooked up.

He tossed his shoulder length blond hair from the side, feeling the thin strands move away from his face and he just looked, feeling the lust growing inside as his eyes now moved over to the answering machine that rested next to his cordless phone. There were no messages showing and his heart sank for a bit, but then it was still early, only 10 p.m. or so and Doug had said he’d call, and Dylan was sure that he had meant it.

Reluctantly Dylan moved away from the phone and reached for a can of cold pop that he had brought into the room with him. He sat down in his big armchair and stared at the rumpled sheets on his queen size bed and once more his memory flashed back to Monday and his introduction to Cable. The thought of that day made him feel a bit hot as he took a long swig on the pop and then he stood back up, taking his shirt off to let his body cool off a little.

His hands strayed down to his waist, where they rested on the thick band of his boxer shorts, waiting for his mind to decide if he was going to strip down or not. He stared once more at the rumpled sheets, the same sheets that had been on the bed Monday and his hands quickly pushed down so he could step out of the boxers.

Dylan was 6 foot tall and weighed a decent 166 pounds. There was a small bit of ‘baby’ fat around his middle but that wasn’t anything he worried about, a week of jogging and he’d have that off or better yet, a week of Doug and he’d have it not only off, but turned into a nice rock hard bundle of muscles. God, that whole afternoon had been something that was almost, well like a gift from God.

His hazel eyes looked down at his flat chest, seeing the red knobs of his nipples sticking straight out and he reached up with one hand to gently play with one as he glanced back towards the bed. There on one of the night stands rested a large bottle of baby oil, one that had been full on Sunday but now was almost ¾ empty, thanks mainly to Monday afternoon. The smile on his face grew as he strode over to the table, grabbing the bottle and breathing in deeply, smelling that special scent that was J&J Baby Oil.

Right beside the bottle rested one full box of condoms , and one box with only two or three condoms left inside as his hand shook a little as he touched the box. He had never felt so full, so satisfied as he had at 4 p.m. that Monday and as he walked back to the chair, his hard erect cock swaying back and forth, he felt the piercing pain of that first touch and he knew that he couldn’t wait for Doug to call and meet him again. His eyes stared towards the phone and he quickly reached out, grabbing the receiver to take with him as he went back to the big armchair.

Sitting down, he placed the phone upright on the side table next to the chair, staring at it with a obsessed look, as if he was pleading with it to ring but there was no ring, no jangle to show that anyone was trying to call him. He sat down in his armchair and turned away, thinking that maybe the phone was like a boiling kettle, it always took longer to boil if you stared at it, and maybe that applied to the phone, that it too took longer to ring if you kept staring at it.

Dylan resolved not to look at it anymore, least not till it did ring and instead he smiled softly as his eyes turned back to the bed. The sheets still had that smell, faded a bit as this was Thursday, but he could still smell Doug on them, when he went to sleep. Hell, there were still spots on the sheets where his seed had joined with Doug’s and he loved to rub his groin over those dried stains, feeling that grating sensation over his belly or better yet, his balls.

Reaching down one side, he flipped the handle that brought the chair back, raising up a small foot area and tilting the back to a 45 degree angle. His eyes were still glued to the bed as he flipped open the cap on the bottle of baby oil and he brought it over, turning it upside down as the bottle was centred just above his groin. He felt the drops as they splashed down onto his erect 6-¾ inch long cock, and his eyes became a bit glazed as his mind started to fog up a bit.

Instead of seeing the pale pastel sheets clearly they began to shimmer a bit, almost as if they were moving causing his eyes to blur but he sighed, as he put the bottle back and reached down with his one hand, the other fumbling to turn on the low setting of the chair’s massager and heat control. The blurred shapes now grew grey and he could see other images that he knew really weren’t there, but still his mind said they were as he felt the warm glow starting to heat up his back and under his legs and even his buttocks. He squirmed a little as he slowly massaged in the baby oil that was pooled around his groin.

As his fingers slowly worked in the slippery oil his eyes saw an image of himself, clad in a pair of jeans and no shirt walking towards the apartment front door, which had just resounded to the loud rap of someone’s knuckles. He had been expecting the cable company but they were cutting it close, supposed to be there between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. and it was almost 1 now. He had been a bit put off by having to wait, as he wanted to enjoy the afternoon watching his tape of last seasons QAF.

That show was one reason for him getting the cable too, he was tired of having to wait till he saw his friend Mark to grab a tape copy of the show. He couldn’t wait to be able to sit in his own room, and with soft music playing in the background watch the show in the comfort of his bed. Man they had some hot guys on that show and his mind was thinking of them when he opened the door.

Dylan’s hand gripped his hard cock between his long fingers, he felt the pressure tighten and the heat from his fully erect 6 ¾ inch penis was firing up his body. The 1 ¾ inch thick cock was a perfect fit for his hand and the slippery oil was feeling warm now as he started to stroke the throbbing organ, making tiny beads of sweat pop up all along his forehead as he saw once more the vision of Doug standing at his doorway.

The scene of Justin leaning into Brian’s chest, his head tilted up and that look, god that look was unreal, vanished from his mind as he stared into the man’s face. He had the deepest set of green eyes you could imagine and suddenly he saw them sparkle a little and in that instant Dylan knew that the guy had seen the hard bulge in his jeans.

He was nervous at that and stammered a little as the guy introduced himself as Doug, the cable man. Dylan just stared at him, not really able to mutter much as his whole body shivered to the vision of the man.

Doug had a soft shadow of a beard across his face, and his hair was just ear length and rather flat, but it suited the face and Dylan felt his heart pump a little faster as he directed Doug inside. He had this silly grin across his face and as he watched the older man walk inside, his eyes quickly travelled down to his buttocks where he was pleasantly surprised to see a nice pair of cheeks nestling tightly into the pair of jeans that he wore. They looked so inviting that he felt his own groin react even more, and he felt a flush growing inside of him, as the man stopped and turned towards him.

^Doug “Nice place you have here Mr. Regarri.”

^Dylan ‘Uh, Dylan, no need uh, for, uh for being formal.”

^Doug “Okay Dylan, I am Doug, so, where do you want it?”

Dylan almost fell over himself as his mind was thinking more about the hefty basket of the guy than about his cable installation.

Fuck, anywhere you want to put it, God you are so hot!

Shit, he has to notice my staring, fuck I have to get control but shit he is so fucking gorgeous, I can’t believe this, I could live off dreaming about him for months.

^Dylan “Huh? Oh, uh, in the bedroom, uh, just through that uh, that door there.”

^Doug “Okay, uh, say, you wouldn’t mind if I got a cold drink would you? I have been going steady since 7 this morning, didn’t even get my coffee.”

He felt so paralysed as he stood there, just staring into the guys face, watching the way his green eyes kept him in focus. God, they looked so mysterious, so full of hidden pleasure that he could feel the blush growing along his cheeks. There was something almost mystical the way he just stood there, waiting patiently and yet expectant, as if he knew what Dylan was thinking.

The realization that he might just be reading his mind shocked him back to reality and with a few more stuttering words he beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen area, to see what he had in the fridge. His mind was going a mile a minute, as he was certain that ‘Doug’ was watching his every move. Was he maybe sizing him up? Christ, he had heard about these things happening, but he had never believed them until now, or maybe he was just letting his imagination run away but God, if only it was true.

^Dylan “Uh, all I got cold is some 7up, that okay?”

^Doug “Sure, anything, even cold water is fine.”

^Dylan “Okay”

He grabbed the cold can of pop and started to turn when he stopped and reached over to the counter and grabbed a clean glass, least he hoped it was clean and then he turned to head back to the living room. As he turned he almost dropped both the can and glass as Doug was standing in the archway that lead to the kitchen. His eyes were smiling now and there was no mistaking the way they kept lowering every few seconds, checking out the still hard lump that had sprouted inside of Dylan’s pants.

^Doug “Thanks, you don’t know how some people aren’t as hospitable.”

^Dylan “Oh? Well, uh, here you go, uh, take a seat if you want.”

^Doug “Sure? I mean I don’t want to hold you up.”

^Dylan “No problem, wasn’t planning on doing much anyway.”

^Doug “Great, thanks, been a heck of a day but then it is Monday.”

^Dylan “Yeah they suck don’t they?”

^Doug “Sometimes, but then sometimes not, thanks.”

God I can’t believe I said that to him, but damn he’s so hot, he has to be, the way he keeps checking me out, looking at me, he has to be, and I had to say ‘suck’ didn’t I? Fuck though, sure wouldn’t mind being on my knees in front of him, God I am sounding like my slut of a roommate! Yeech!”

Doug leaned back in the kitchen chair, one leg opened out to the wall, his large basket in plain sight of Dylan’s standing figure. It was almost as if he was showing it off to him and Dylan couldn’t help himself, as he licked his lips and just stared, trying to keep his eyes from constantly travelling downwards, constantly staring at the very full lump.

It seemed like a split second and infinity at the same time but Doug was finished with his drink and Dylan reached out to take the empty glass from Doug. His fingers brushed against the warm hand and he felt his whole body suddenly shake and tremble, as if a lightning bolt had hit him square in the chest.

In the flash of an eye blink he felt himself growing weak in the knees and he was sure he would drop the glass but something held him together as red spots appeared before his eyes. He must be looking like a complete ass but Doug hadn’t said a word, nor did he move his hand away that fast either, as if he too was feeling the strange electricity that seemed to flow between them.

^Doug “Uh, well thanks for the drink, uh, guess I should get to work, so, in the bedroom right?”

Christ I wish you were hooking up something more than just my stupid cable, oh Christ how am I going to get through this without cumming in my damn jeans? OH SHIT, I don’t even have a shirt on, fuck, he must really think I am a tramp or something.

^Dylan “Uh, yeah, that one there.”

^Doug “You live alone here or?”

^Dylan “I wish, no a girl I know from work, we share the rent and that’s about it, uh, we have different tastes but…”

^Doug “Pays the rent though, huh?”

^Dylan “Yeah”

^Doug “I know the feeling, nice place though, big rooms, you don’t see that with the new buildings.”

Shit, I could swear you are checking me out, man your eyes are so fucking hot, so mysterious and so damn sexy, fuck am I going to shoot a load when you leave, fuck.

^Dylan “Yeah, least I get my privacy, just needs a cable hook-up and I will be set.”

^Doug “Haha, yeah I know what you mean, well, lead on and I’ll do my thing.”

Damn, wish your thing were me!

Dylan led Doug to the bedroom and as he stepped aside to let him in, his eye caught the night table and his heart went plummeting down. He forgot to put away the jar of Vaseline, not to mention his little toy, and there they lay, on top of the latest edition of ‘Honcho’ magazine. Well, if Doug had any doubts about him, they were certainly erased now. Fuck, how could he be so damn stupid, but there was nothing he could do, except hope that Doug was open minded and not freaked out by fags.

Doug stood there, surveying the room and then he turned towards Dylan, his eyes simply sparkling with a hint of spice as he licked his full firm lips and then put his hands on his hips, his action drawing Dylan’s eyes back down to stare at the man’s groin once more. His heart was still pounding from fear as he managed to drag his eyes up and away from the crotch.

^Doug “Looks like you spend a lot of time in here.”

^Dylan “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, like I said, don’t share a lot in common with my roommate.”

^Doug “Oh? Haha, so that is yours then?”

Doug had turned his face indicating the night table and the long cylindrical object that was on top of the magazine. It was obvious just what it was and Dylan felt his face go dark red as he wondered what he could say to that, if maybe he could lie and claim it was hers but he knew that wouldn’t work, not after what he had just said. He was trapped and felt the beads of sweat start to drip from his forehead and even curl down the bridge of his nose.

^Dylan “Uh, well, you see, uh…”

He had his face looking down at the floor and yet he was somehow anxious to see what Doug’s face looked at but he just didn’t have the guts to glance up. His feet shuffled a little but as his eyes kept looking down, they couldn’t help but notice that his embarrassment hadn’t affected the rock hard lump in his jeans. Christ even now he was still feeling the desire for this stranger, this cable guy and the silence grew, and the sweat continued to pour from his forehead.

Doug just stood there, his eyes taking it all in, the sweating young man clad in just a pair of faded jeans which fit his young lanky body perfectly. He could see the hard bulge and he licked his lips, waiting for some additional sign. It was at times like this that he enjoyed his job, the chance to meet new people and even get to know them in ways he could only dream of if he worked in some other dead end job.

As he waited, his eyes kept going back and forth between the tall almost naked young man and the 8-inch long replica of a man’s penis. He had a smile on his face as he contemplated what it would be like to be pushing that dildo between the nice firm buttocks of the young man, wondering too what it would feel like to actually push his own hard tool into that very desirable rear end.

^Doug “I had one of those, but always preferred the real thing, you know?”

^Dylan “Huh? Uh, oh, uh, yeah, me too.”

^Doug “Yeah? Cool, so, uh you seeing anyone special?”

^Dylan “Me? No, no not seeing anyone uh, special, uh, why?”

^Doug “Just asking I guess, uh, maybe thought, uh, well if you were interested, I mean it has been a really long day, and uh, well, if you care to, uh…”

^Dylan “Christ YES! Uh, sorry, I mean, uh fuck, this is weird, I have never, I mean…”

^Doug “Hey, not like this is regular for me either, just that, well shit, you are one fucking hot looking guy and…”

^Dylan “You need glasses, but uh thanks, uh, you sure you uh, I mean…”

Doug just smiled and his two hands undid his toolbelt, which he let fall loudly to the floor. Dylan jumped a little at the hard clanking sound and then his eyes opened wide as they immediately glanced up from the floor and his own toes to stare into the shimmering green pools of Doug’s eyes. Then they quickly moved down to watch Doug’s hands quickly undoing the shirt buttons. He licked his lips as he could see the desire welling up in Doug’s face, the way his lips seemed to suddenly gain more colour and the way his whole 6-foot body seemed to be quivering in excitement.

It was totally unreal as he heard the work boots being kicked off as his face was glued to the opening vision of Doug’s masculine chest. He could see a tuft of dark hair in the chest crevice, and he waited, feeling dry and nervous as he waited to see the well-developed pecs show. Doug pulled the shirt open to reveal a finely honed chest, hard little red nipples sticking up out of a mound of well-defined pecs. They even shook a little as they came out from behind the work shirt that now rested on the floor, at Doug’s ankles.

Time seemed to just float past as Doug brought his feet up, one at a time, to remove the grey work socks that he wore. When he was finished he stood up straight and slowly walked over to where Dylan was standing, his eyes not once moving from their hold on Dylan’s own young finely defined face. Each time that Dylan licked his lips, he could see a sparkle inside the dark green eyes, almost as if they were anticipating the union of the two bodies.

His pulse was racing as Doug grew closer, until the tall 29-year-old man only stood a few inches a part. He could smell him now, the mingle aroma of dried sweat with a hint of the morning’s dash of cologne. It was intoxicating as he breathed in deeply, his own desire for the man growing with each passing second. Dylan’s hand rested at his side, tapping the rock hard thighs of his body and he could feel the tremors that were racing up and down his entire body as he just stood there, shaking and yet feeling like he was about to explode from the growing lust inside. He ached all over as he stared into the eyes, feeling the pull of the older man and he slowly let his eyes close as the man’s perfect head tilted to one side and then came closer. The lips taut and luscious looking was his last vision as he felt a strange powerful jolt enter his whole body at the same time that he felt Doug’s lips brush his own.

Dylan’s lips opened slightly as he felt the warm wet press of Doug’s mouth, then he felt his tongue darting out, daring to taste the strange man. He felt the hot stinging needles as Doug’s mouth opened wide to accept Dylan’s probing tongue and the two tongues pushed at each other as the two pair of lips suddenly ground hard into each other, their mouths locked into an unbreakable embrace of pure lust.

As he tasted the rich deep flavour of Doug, he felt Doug’s hands reaching through his own arms and encircling his young lithe body, pulling him quickly into Doug’s own masculine frame. He felt the press of his own groin as it dug into the hard mound of Doug’s crotch. His heart leapt forward as suddenly his own arms moved to grasp at Doug’s chiselled body. His hands linked behind Doug’s back and he felt the hard muscles there, the way they grew even harder as his hands pressed against the warm flesh of the back.

Suddenly the kiss ended as Doug pulled his head back and he just clung hard to Dylan’s young body. His hands pressing hard against the lower back and the waistband of the jeans that Dylan was wearing. He could feel Dylan’s cock pressing into his own groin and the ache in his body was almost too much as he quickly moved his head forward, giving Dylan another quick kiss on the lips, dragging his tongue along the centre of the mouth; briefly tasting the young boy one more time.

^Doug “Can I use your phone?”

^Dylan “Sure, uh, yeah, its over there.”

^Doug “Thanks, uh, you kiss good.”

^Dylan “Haha, uh, so do you, uh…”

^Doug “Keep that thought, ‘kay?”

Without waiting for a reply he broke apart from their mutual embrace and walked over to where Dylan’s phone was and quickly punched in some numbers. He turned to face Dylan and smiled at him which eased Dylan’s racing thoughts a bit.

Dylan didn’t know what to do, should he just wait or should he just sit on the bed and wait, and who was he phoning? Christ that kiss had almost made him cum and he knew that there had to be a wet spot from his dripping cock showing, the power of that kiss was unreal and he smiled thinking about it as Doug talked rapidly into the phone, telling whoever that the job was going to take 2 hours instead of 45 minutes and that he’d finish up here and then take his dinner break.

The words sunk in as he realized that Doug was giving himself an alibi and not trying to get out of what he had hoped was only a start to something more intense. As he listened he grew warmer, feeling the sweat trickling down his back and rolling under his pants, to gently flow down the valley between his trembling buttocks.

Doug finished his call and he put the receiver back and then turned to just smile at Dylan. Christ the man had the whitest smile he had ever seen and he felt the stirring in his loins, the way his cock was pushing up against the rough material of his jeans, and he smiled back, wondering what Doug would do when he found out that Dylan wasn’t wearing any underwear?

^Doug “Well that’s taken care of, now we don’t have to rush, uh, unless you have somewhere to be?”

^Dylan “Day off, and the roommate won’t be home till after 8 tonight.”

Doug “Well, that is good then.”

With a rather mischievous grin on his face, Doug slowly walked back to where Dylan was standing and then as he came close, he reached out, putting both of his hands on the shaking hips of the young man. He glanced down to look at the quivering body that his hands were holding, then very slowly he began to bring his face upwards, taking in the milky white flesh of the boys torso, seeing the rolling muscles of the belly as his eyes moved up to the flat stomach.

Dylan’s hands just trembled as he felt the soft brush of Doug’s arms, the dark hairs that showed brushing against Dylan’s sweating flesh. The fire inside of him was burning hot as he watched the lowered head slowly rising up and he could feel his hard cock struggling to break out of his pants and his mouth grew dry with anticipation as the head came up to his chest and then suddenly moved inwards.

He felt the rough raspy edge of Doug’s tongue flick out at his right nipple, just flicking at it, slapping it with the edge and then as he groaned, it moved over to his left nipple and did the same thing. He shuddered and leaned forward a bit, unsteady on his feet as he felt the strength suddenly leave, but the firm hold of Doug’s hands on his hips kept him from falling as he managed to gain control over his weakened legs.

Doug’s head now moved up and this time he felt the face move in once more, but this time he felt the full length of Doug’s tongue as it slid along the underside of his jaw, tasting his flesh and sending a thousand bolts of pure pleasure thru his young quivering body. His hand reached out to grab hold of Doug’s sides, his fingers digging into the hard flesh of the man in an effort to keep himself steady. Dylan moaned now, his eyes closed and his head tilted back as Doug licked and kissed at the hollow of his neck.

His lips, hot and full of desire, pressed hard into Dylan’s flesh, almost as if they were trying to brand the tender young milky skin and Dylan continued to groan, his fingers digging hard into the sides of the cable guy, and then Doug moved his hands up the long lanky frame, his palms pushing the hot flesh upwards as his own body moved in now, and the touch of their two bodies made them both groan a little louder.

Doug dropped to his knees as his mouth moved down the centre of Dylan’s chest, tasting the young flesh, feeling the tiny hairs that were just beginning to sprout, licking them flat against the heaving muscles and his hands now held Dylan tightly up by the armpits, small rivers of sweat trying to force their way down the long torso but blocked by the hard press of Doug’s hands. They moved around and trickled down to add to the rolling sensations that filled Dylan’s young trembling body.

As his tongue swirled around the chest, his hands started to slide up and down the thin young body. He could feel the ribs and the muscles that held the boy together and each pass of his hands made them jump and quiver, which in turn made his own body tremble. He was lost among the sweet taste of the boy and even the mild salty flavour of Dylan’s sweat was enjoyable to his mouth and his body.

The constant groans that came from above him was too much for Doug and he quickly moved his hands down the body one more time, this time though they didn’t pass back upwards, instead they raced around the tight fitting jeans, pulling on them as they tried to just push them down without even popping the button or undoing the zipper. The tug made the body come in closer to him and press up hard against his face and he could smell that scent, that special aroma of a man in the throes of passion. Doug’s hands flew to the front and ripped at the button and zipper, and as he managed to finally open them, the hot sweet scent of Dylan came flooding out and filled his nostrils with its essence.

His body fell back on its haunches, as his head moved down past the belly button and now his mouth was pressed hard up against the soft underbelly. His tongue was licking and tasting the hot sweat that had curled around each and every pubic hair and it was driving Doug. He had been surprised that the boy wore no underwear but it was a passing thought as his mind was suddenly inundated with the aroma of Dylan’s crotch as well as the warm sensations coming from Doug’s own tongue. The taste and smell were combining within the deep recess of Doug’s spirit and he could feel his desire, his lust growing as he pushed the pants down hard, sending them to rest wrapped around Dylan’s lower legs.

Doug’s hands moved down and out pressing against the soft tender flesh, feeling the heat and adding to it at the same time. His touch was making his head swoon and Doug stared at the sight growing before him. The hard image of tiny dark pubic hairs all swirled in a tangle, the milky white flesh poking out from in between those wet matted hairs and the pink glow that came from just under his head all made Doug let out a loud long drawn out groan of pure ecstasy.

The sound drove Dylan’s own lustful desires to the brink and he found his hips pushing inwards, the ache no longer dull in his crotch, instead it was raging and throbbing with unparalleled desire. The urgency grew unbearable as his body shuddered to Doug’s cries of pleasure he felt the hard long fingers of Doug press inwards on the top of his thighs. They dug in hard, reaching right to his bone and as the pain held him upright, it only increased his desire to be a part of Doug.

His mind could no longer control the raging emotions of his body and his heart. The thundering roar coming from his chest competed with the harsh cries coming from deep within his soul as he suddenly leaned back, his green eyes glowed and flashed as they stared at Dylan’s winking cock. The long 6 ¾ inch penis was dripping a grey white fluid and Doug’s body shuddered and groaned as a solid drop fell from the tip of the purple red cock head, swollen by the rushing blood that was filling the 1 ¾ inch thick love tool.

Doug stared at the hot throbbing pole and he saw the two full balls swinging lightly under the hot pole, thickened by a rush of blood, the lower vein pulsing with each fast beat of Dylan’s heart and with his eyes open, he moved in, his mouth opening wide as he flicked his tongue out to reach for that falling drop of pre cum.

He felt the hot fluid as it struck the top of his tongue and his body shook, his fingers digging into Dylan’s thighs and then just as that hot blood curdling feeling began to race into his body, his body was suddenly attacked by a thousand other equally powerful sensations. Doug’s lips now curled tightly around the steaming cock head and as they wrapped themselves around the thick bulbous head, both his body and Dylan’s became locked into a wild gyrating motion of tremors and shocks.

It was like a thousand volts of pure electricity was passing back and forth between them as Doug’s mouth began to move down the jerking and throbbing pole. His whole body suddenly grew taut and tense as he tasted the hot pre cum sliding down his throat and his eyes saw the growing crotch coming closer, as the hot pole now began to fill Doug’s mouth with its thickness. His own cock was pushing hard against his jeans and yet he ignored it, unable to release it from its confinement, as all he could think about was the sweet salty taste that was filling his throat and stomach, while the hard throbbing pole began to jerk and sway inside his mouth.

Doug’s muffled moans came slowly upwards to Dylan’s ears but he couldn’t hear them, his own mind was off floating among the stars as he felt the hard press of Doug’s mouth around his aching cock. Every inch of it was burning with the need to unleash its power, its load but he struggled to hold on, to revel in the glory of feeling Doug’s mouth on his cock and the tremors grew despite his efforts. His body shook and shuddered, moving from side to side only held upright by the tight grip of Doug’s hands into his legs.

His balls ached as they flung upwards, striking the bottom of Doug’s chin, the touch only making them ache more, throb more, and rise up harder. His seed was bubbling inside and he could feel the heat taking over, his flesh feeling like it was about to simply melt into a molten mass.

The growing stubble on Doug’s face began to scratch at his groin, and it only made him squirm more, twist his body in all directions as the lust grew and grew inside of him. His mouth was open and now both of his hands rested on Doug’s strong masculine shoulders. The fingers were spread out and they too dug into the soft flesh before striking bone, and yet they continued to dig.

Dylan’s 6 ¾ inch cock was firmly impaled in Doug’s mouth, the throbbing shaft continued to fill most of Doub’s mouth and throat but the head was lodged down the long narrow neck, bouncing from side to side as the fever of lust took charge over them both. They were no longer in control of their actions as the two moaned loudly and groaned with each jerk of Dylan’s cock, each lick of Doug’s tongue and each pulse of their racing hearts. The thunder of their two hearts roared and filled their ears with nothing but the cascading sounds of the rolling thunder and Dylan’s screams now filled the room as his body could no longer hold off the urgent cries of his groin.

Doug felt the cock in his mouth rearing back and his stomach twisted a bit; his throat suddenly grew even wider and opened up fully as he sensed the impending flood of Dylan’s seed. His eyes were now clenched tightly shut as he felt the bristles of the young pubic hairs pressing hard into his lips and the warm pungent aroma of a man came filling his nostrils, overpowering him and he sighed as the hard thick blood gorged cock head came suddenly flashing forward, deep into the recess of his throat where it banged hard into the sinewy muscles.

The hard cock reached as far inside as possible, and then a bit further and in that instant Dylan began to lose all sense of where he was as his body finally surrendered to the pounding needs of his groin. His cock was extended further than it had ever been and he felt the sudden swelling of his cock skin as it became stretched beyond capacity as the blood left from everywhere in his body, rushing at sonic speed to fill the urgent needs of his jerking and shaking cock.

All sounds were muted by the rushing sound of his seed as it suddenly burst out from the fiery cock head and streamed like a fire hose at full pressure into Doug’s eager and waiting mouth. The hot thick cream poured unabated into the throat and Doug swallowed hard, barely able to taste the first rushing stream but even as that first stream passed down his throat, the second hard gushing load came flooding out from the hard throbbing cock.

The sweet taste suddenly was washing up all around his throat and even back up into his mouth. He could feel the thick cream as it coated the still shaking, still throbbing, still shooting cock. It made him gag a little but he quickly recovered, swallowing even faster but still desperately trying to keep some swirling in his mouth. The taste was more than he had dreamed of and his body ached for more as he sucked hard on the jerking penis, drops of the boy’s hot milk pushing out past the tightly pursed lips.

Doug’s hand were pulling the boy closer, eager to try and milk more out of the hot throbbing pole that was buried inside of his mouth. His hands were around the back, pressing hard into the warm sweaty cheeks, feeling them shake to each shuddering blast of the cock that was in his throat. Dylan’s hot milk dribbled out from around the corners and slowly dripped down the chin and yet Doug refused to let go, refused to lessen his mouth’s grip on the almost drained cock. The heat from the hard pole’s flesh was burning his lips and yet Doug refused to let go, desperate to swallow each and every drop that was inside. His own body shook and shivered as he continued to suck hard on the quivering penis, his own cock still straining for a chance at freedom.

His head was tilted back, pushing down hard on the back of the chair, his hand was clenching the still dripping head of his cock, the hot cream sliding down and in between his fingers, his toes were arched outwards. The chair continued to emit its soft purring sounds and he could still feel Doug’s lips against the tip of his cock when the harsh ringing sound finally penetrated his mind. His eyes opened slowly and a sudden disappointment filled his heart as he saw the image of Doug drifting off. Anger now entered his mind as he turned to stare at the shrieking telephone and he reached out with his hand, coated still in his cum as he punched the answer button with his other hand, giving a curt hello as he swung the phone up to his ear.

^Voice “Uh, is that Dylan? Dylan Regarri?”

Dylan’s anger was suddenly erased and replaced by the surging roar of his heart as he recognized the voice and in an instant, he felt that same ache again, that same desire as he stuttered his reply into the phone, his cum coated hand gripping the phone even tighter than it had just gripped his own throbbing and shaking cock.