Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2016 16:14:46 -0700 From: Spartan Johns Subject: Falling For John Ch.6 DISCLAIMER: This story contains consensual sex between males of varied ages, including underage characters. It is a work of fiction and is not meant to bear resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead. Any similarity is purely coincidental. No attempt should be made to recreate the events in this story. Please do not reproduce or copy this story without written permission from the author. Thank you. If it is illegal to read this story in your location, please leave the page now. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. <> Falling For John Ch.6 About two months had passed since the baseball trip to state. I was currently a month into summer vacation having ended a solid sophomore year in June. I also just had my 17th birthday. Matt and I got some of the baseball guys to grab some girls and spend the day at the lake. It was pretty sweet, I was stoked to have made some really good friends since coming here in the fall. The best part of my birthday though was when Matt and I were hanging at his place and John came home surprising us with cake. We almost ate the whole thing and watched Anchorman. To be honest it was just good to see John again. Ever since the trip up north I haven't been able to get John off my mind. Everything from seeing him shirtless constantly, then sleeping wearing only briefs, to my dream in the car and his hand on my leg. I couldn't stop replaying things in my head or getting turned on when thinking of him. He was driving me nuts and I wished I could make it stop. Matt and I had picked up a summer job working on strawberry farm. The pay was dope but the hours were so long you had nothing to do with all the money you were making. We had one day off a week but we usually spent it sleeping in or playing video games, mostly just needing to rest up. I stayed a lot of time Matts since my rents were never home and we had the same schedule. Plus I got to see John more. It was a Friday in August and it was the hottest day of the summer. Matt and I had been sent home early from the farm on account of the heat. It was over 100 degrees and no condition to be working in. Matt and I were so relieved and it was Friday, which meant we were off tomorrow. We were gonna kick it the fuck back. I drove Matt and I back to his place. We were both covered in sweat and dirt from the field. I hopped out of the car wiping my beaded brow back over my shaved head, cut for the summer. It was less hot, and less work to maintain. It looked rough, but I liked it. Matt took his shirt off instantly heading inside to snag the shower. The summer had done us both some good. Our bodies had beefed up a bit but stayed defined because of the labor. We also had pulled off a bronze tan. Waist up at least. "Damn-it!" I hollered after him. "I get it first next time!" I headed inside and gulped down a glass of water. I wonder if John was gonna be around tonight. We had swung by a store to grab some cookie dough and a frozen pizza. Matt wouldn't tell me why he said it was a surprise. I unloaded the bags and skimmed through instagram while waiting for Matt to finish showering. I toweled myself off after my shower and started to get dressed. Looking in the mirror I really dug my improved body and new haircut. I wanted to get bigger but that came with time. I put on a pair of boxer briefs, grey shorts, and a loose tank top. I toweled my head again and headed down the hall to find Matt watching MTV cribs. "Hey man. What ya wanna do with the rest of the night. I'm pretty wiped though," I asked ending with a yawn. "Surprise!" He shouted throwing a small paper bag at me. "Told ya I was getting ya a birthday present, just took a little longer than I thought." "Really??" I was actually surprised. "Yeah man, open it. But you have to share it with me!" He requested. I reached inside the bag feeling several objects. Pulling them out I found two joints and a brownie. Matt had gotten me weed! "Duuuuuude," I drawled out. "Are you kidding me! This is awesome! Oh man, course I'll share it with ya. Where'd you get this?" "My uncle haha. He's cool but don't tell my dad! He'd kill me." He answered. "And guess what?! Pop's gone till tomorrow. He's helping his friend Jerry move in to his new place an hour north of here. He said he was gonna crash there so we can hit this if ya want." He said giddly at me. Now the cookies and pizza make sense. Matt and I divided up the brownie calling "Cheers!" before trying to swallow the hemp tasting desert. Not the best flavor. But that would take some time to kick in so we headed outside on the back patio to smoke a joint. The air outside was still really warm and kind of heavy but it felt really nice. After a few failed attempts we lit the joint and smoked about half before only being able to communicate in giggles. This shit was making me laugh my ass off. We headed inside once we gathered ourselves. Matt darted straight to the oven to make the pizza causing another laughing fit. This was gonna be a fun night. "ÉThe fun will never end it's Adventure Time!" The TV blared as the beginning of another episode of Adventure Time began. I looked at the clock seeing it was 8:45, two hours after we had first smoked. About two hours after we had the brownie. I looked away from the TV in slow motion only to find Matt staring at me with the same vacant look. We both started laughing realizing just how stoned we were as the brownie kicked in. For what seemed like the next 30 minutes I heated up two pieces of pizza, returning triumphantly to a blitzed Matt. We were just about to start our 6th episode of Adventure Time when the door started unlocking. I looked at Matt in panic as John came through the door. "Hey guys. How's it going," He said sounding winded. Matt and I said nothing too stoned to react. "What's that smell?" John sniffed. "Pizza? AndÉweed? Are you guys stoned?!" We froze in our chairs as every horrible outcome imaginable flew through my head. "Oh boy," John started. "As your father I should whoop your ass. I could get ya in real trouble for this." He warned. "But I'm too tired for that so hook me up with what your smoking and we'll forget about it." He winked ruffling Matts hair and heading into the kitchen. Matt sighed in relief. John looked amazing. Especially when I was this stoned. He wore tight jeans, nikes, and a grey T-shirt. His sweat darkened his T as he'd been moving furniture all day. He had light stubble, always did now that I thought about it. I wondered if he was lazy and didn't shave or if he actually had permanent stubble. Like what if it never grew and was always the perfect length, the perfect sharpness too. Nothing to hurt yourself on, but enough to scratch as you rubbed your cheek against his. Stubble is so weird. Hair that grows out of your face and only grows in certain spots. I wonder if animals have stubble. What animals have stubble? I blinked coming back from my stoner session. Oh yeah, John. He took off his shoes and shirt quickly saying it was too hot. I watched him move around the kitchen like the shirtless god he was. I could see the waistband of white briefs, his bulge just as evident as always in his jeans. Damn what I would give for a feel. I looked down noticing I started to rock some wood so I took off my shirt and covered my lap. It was a bit cooler with my shirt off anyways. John came back inside from finishing the first joint. "Christ I haven't had a puff in 4 years. You boys must be on cloud 9." He said grinning ear to ear. He was pretty stoned. He looked cute, all muscular with a dumb grin on his face. Matt was making weird noises as he picked out the next movie. John came to the living room to join us, sitting at the edge of the couch across from me. God it was going to be hard to not stare at him the whole time. X-Men Days of Futures Past was Matt's winning pick. I wasn't a huge fan of the series so I had no clue what was going on. Was fun though. John seemed to be enjoying it too though he was more focused on baking cookies. When they were done he came over to me and stood to the side holding a tray of cookies and napkins. His crotch was right at eye level. I couldn't help but sneak a gaze at the lump between his legs before looking up at him as he gave me 2 cookies. "Uno mas" I said quickly. He laughed giving me another cookie. We held eye contact for a second before he headed to check on Matt. "Shit Clay, seems like this one's out," He said leaning in to look at Matt. "Uh-uh," mumbled Matt waking up from a brief snooze. It didn't take long for him to fall back asleep all together. I should be tired too, as today was exhausting, but for some reason I wasn't sleepy at all. "Hey, I wasn't planning on going to bed anytime soon if you wanna hit the other joint with me." I suggested. "OhÉuh yeah." He said laughing. "That would be real nice." He rose up and headed to the kitchen to grab some water. I checked to make sure my boner was down before grabbing my own glass and the joint. We headed outside to the patio again. It was much darker this time, but the moon lit up the floor and table. It was still pretty warm outside and I was gonna start sweating soon. We sat at the table and I put on an acoustic playlist I like to relax too. I offered him the first hit. "Oh I couldn't. It's your birthday joint. Matt put a lot of effort into getting them from my brother." He sighed and smiled to himself. "Haha he told me not to tell ya," I grinned before lighting the joint and taking a puff. We carried on like this for the next 25 minutes. We talked about everything one does when they're stoned. I wasn't sure if it was just me but it seemed like we had shifted closer to each other at the table. If I leaned back, I had a great view of his packed jeans, a mass of mystery right under the table. The whole night had gotten me pretty worked up. I had brought my shirt out for the sole purpose of hiding my dick. I had a boner from the moment we sat down. He finished off the joint and leaned back in his chair, letting out one last puff of smoke. We sat in silence except for the music. "You see the big dipper," John said pointing up above my head. I turned around but had a hard time finding it. "Sit over here n I can point it out," he said as I moved my chair next to his, keeping my wood covered as best I could. "See. Right there," He pointed again. I looked down his arm and there it was. The stars looked so far away from here. But like I could touch um at the same time. "I love to come and do this during the summer," He said leaning back. "It's when things are finally quiet and you can relax. Let go of the day ya know? Haha, I sound stoned," He chuckled to himself. He broke gaze with the sky and looked over at me. "You don't seem so relaxed, what's got ya? Well shit Sherlock . I wasn't relaxed because of the stoned shirtless man next to me giving me a boner. But I couldn't say that right? "Clay," his deep voice said softly. "What's on your mind?" I threw caution to the wind. "Well, its nothing crazy, or that you haven't seen before. Hah. But this grass just made me like, super horny." I laughed trying to make it seem like a joke. "Ohhhhh?" he laughed as his eyes darted to my crotch and back. "You're not alone champ, weed gets me goin too." I watched as he reached down and grabbed a handful of his jean bulge. I couldn't help watching while he squeezed a few times. Fuck he was so hot. He stopped and I looked back up, meeting his eyes. The dim porch light and moon lit it up his body. I could see the glisten of sweat on his chest from the hot summer air. He slowly raised a hand and brought it to my left cheek. He paused a second before pulling me closer, until I tasted his lips. A jolt went through my body as we connected. I had never made out with another guy before. His lips were as full as mine and the light stubble on each of ours faces drove me crazy. His taste was intoxicating. I let out a soft moan as he bit my bottom lip. We both stood, knocking the chair over, continuing to kiss. His hands pulled my back in and mine went to his, our skin touching felt like ecstasy. The night heat had us both sweating as we embraced. He broke our kiss and moved right to my neck, his hands fell onto my ass. I groaned and he slipped his hands under my shorts as he explored, feeling my taunt body. My hands went to his and dove under his briefs. His muscular ass felt incredible. His soft skin with a layer of sweat was giving me a raging hard on. I slid a finger down his crack as he kissed my neck. My head continued to reel in lust as he hooked a finger in the front of my shorts and pulled me back toward the house. John leaned up against the wood and pulled me back into a kiss. His big hand landed right on my crotch. "Ohh fuck," I moaned. The joint had made me incredibly sensitive and he felt like nothing I'd known. He kissed me as he rubbed my boner through my shorts, getting harder with every movement. Following his lead I moved my hand to his jeans. It was John's turn to moan as I groped his giant bulge. Oh god it felt good. He seemed semi hard as I kneaded his front. The mass couldn't fit in my hand but I tried my best to feel it all. My head rolled as I worked the man I had lusted after for so long. All rational thinking went out the door. I began to lower to my knees. I didn't know why but I had to have him. Johns denim bulge stared me in the face. I looked up at him for approval as I ran my hands over it. He met my eyes and reached down, undoing the fly of his jeans. As soon as I saw the white of his Calvin's I pulled on his jeans dropping them to the patio floor. Standing in just briefs with jeans around his ankles I looked him over. I had never needed someone more in my life. His chest hair glistened with sweat as he towered above me. My eyes ran down his happy trail directing me to the throbbing white mound of cotton. I had to know what rested beneath. His hand found the back of my head as he guided my face to his groin. I exhaled as my mouth and nose landed on his bulge. "Ohh man, ohhÉ." John moaned above me as he pushed his contained package against my mouth. I inhaled his musk, the scent of his crotch overpowering my inhibitions. I cupped his mass with my hand as I kissed and explored the prize before me. His balls felt heavy weighing down the fabric, full of cum. His dick was still semi soft as it swelled and hung over them with nowhere to go, the Calvin's already too full. I ran my lips down his dick print kissing the evident head. My hands found their way to his package exploring and hungrily kneading his manhood. I shifted the sausage from over his balls up to where it could start growing up his leg. I continued to run my lips along the mass as it expanded over his right thigh. He moaned again, pushing into me as his log throbbed against my face. It had gotten so large that the briefs lifted from around the shaft near his thigh. Seeing a peak of his meat drove me to frenzy. Using my spit I wet the end of his covered cock, dying to taste him. My own boner strained against my shorts as pre-cum darkened the outside. He gently guided my face off his bulge, ready for the beast to be free. I tugged on my shorts feeling more turned on then ever. I was in heaven, on my knees before my friend's dad and his humongous package. I'd been dreaming of this for so long. I looked up at him. He grinned at me with pleading eyes as I kissed his bulge again. Unable to wait any longer I bit his waistband and started to pull. Staring in hunger I uncovered the base of his meat framed by a layer of trimmed dark pubes. Inch by inch I unveiled his cock as his hand rubbed my head in encouragement. In awe I pulled down till the elastic was at mid thigh, his cockhead still hooked under the fabric. I moaned and licked the exposed shaft making him shiver. He shifted freeing the last inch as it swung up hitting me on the cheek. "Ohh fuccck. Finally," John sighed. His huge cock bobbed in front of my face. The cut monster must have been 10 inches long. It was the same tan color of his skin, with visible veins running down the length. The slightly darker head hung at a 45-degree angle from his body, the sheer weight of his thick cock too much to hold itself up. His sizable balls hung low from the summer heat. "Jesus" I whispered with my eyes glued to his weapon. "Kinda big huh," He said sheepishly. He flexed his dick making it lob up and down. "No shit," I said entranced as it swung before me. He let it hang as I reached up and started to explore. It was thick and heavy as I grasped it, my hand not reaching around the pole. His cock pulsed as I ran my hands along the 10 inches. A drop of pre-cum fell from the head. John moaned above, encouraging me as I stroked his log. I could have worked him liked that for hours, his warm cock felt so good in my hands. But I could feel him pushing towards my face, needing a place to bury his manhood. Growing hungry I ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft inhaling his musk as I went. My eyes rolled back into my head. "Fuckkk oh ClayÉ" he moaned as he continued to rub my head. I leaned away from his groin as he shifted and squared up to my face. He wagged his hips forward slowly swinging his cock until it connected with my lips. I kissed the head of his meat, tasting his salty pre-cum. A string of jizz stayed on my lips as he hefted his dick up before dropping on my mouth. I kissed the head again bringing more moans from each of us. He repeated the movement a few times before letting his tool rest on my lips. I suddenly grew nervous knowing what was coming next. I felt him slowly thrust forward pressuring the gates to open up. I couldn't resist even if I wanted to. I moaned as his cockhead entered my warm mouth. My lips wrapped around the shaft, sampling dick for the first time. "Ohhhh mann," John sighed above me as he rocked back and forth only giving me two or so inches of dick. I closed my eyes reveling in the taste of him. We both wanted more and it was my turn to move as I fed 2 more inches into my mouth. John let out a heated breath, watching me take in more of him. I was harder then ever in my shorts. As I sucked his cock I unleashed my own and began to stroke, careful to not cum, I was still hungry. Inhaling through my nose I took a big breath and shoved another fat two inches into my mouth. His salami tasted so good as it slid across my tongue and bumped up against my throat. I let out a muffled moan as he rocked back and forth in me, too stuffed with cock to speak. His hands caressed my head as he fed me more and more of his meat. I savored every inch. Getting worked up he picked up pace, pushing at my throat. The weed helped me relax as I tried to take his huge member. But being an amateur I gagged instantly, pulling off. "Woah Clay, you're driving me wildÉ" He exhaled smiling down at me. His anaconda hung covered in my spit glistening in the moonlight looking even bigger and more erect than before. I took several deep breaths looking up at him. He bent down and kissed me before squaring back up to my face. Reining in the beast he lifted his cock and brought his balls to my lips. I didn't need any guidance as I dove on his low hangers. He stroked himself as I rolled his nuts in my mouth, one eye watching the giant shaft throb above me. John dropped his cock letting it land across my face, reaching over my forehead as I worked his balls. He continued to moan as he drug his meat over my face letting me feel the weight and power of his manhood. Taking his cue I grabbed his shaft and pressed it along my jaw as I breathed more of him in. I smacked his tool against my cheek making him pulse and groan, more pre-cum globing out onto me. I guided the monster back into my mouth, slurping along the shaft. He pushed into me with more force this time closer to emptying his load. My virgin throat ached for his cock to claim it. Trying again I closed my eyes, inhaled, and relaxed as I guided the big fucker past the back of my mouth into my hungry throat. A muffled "upmh" escaped me as he pushed in, suddenly full with 10 wide inches of John's cock. "H-holy shiiit," John murmured, his heavy balls pressing against my chin. My nose buried into his pubes as I tried not to choke. He rocked back and forth for a couple seconds before I had to pull off needing air. "FuckÉ" I said catching my breath and wiping a tear from my eye. His cock felt so good stuffed in my throat. John loved it too, before long I felt his snake pushing at my lips again, wanting more. Gazing up I gave him total control. I took another big breath as he gently held my head in place and inserted himself in again. "Mppph" "Mmph" "Mmph" I hummed as he thrust in and out of my hungry throat. My eyes started to water as he impaled me with his fuck tool. He picked up speed seeming to fill me more and more each time, his cock widening my esophagus. I pulled off for air before taking him back into my mouth. Fuck he tasted so good and I couldn't get enough. "Ohhhh boy," John said as he fucked my face. His legs started to quake and breath quickened as he pummeled my mouth. He was getting close. My hand jacked my raging hard-on feeling like I was gonna explode. "Mmph" "Mmmph" "Mmph" His balls smacking my chin, over and over. "C-Clay im gonna cum" He stammered fucking me faster. I tried to say "me too," but full of cock a hum came out instead. "Ohh fuck!! Oh fuck!!!" John growled as he buried his manhood as far in as he could. I felt his meaty cock swell and pulse as the first glob of jizz shot down my throat. "Blllluugghmmph" I choked and fell off his meat. Pumping his cock as rope after rope of thick cream landed on my face. My body erupted with pleasure as I peaked, my load coating his leg. Head rolling with ecstasy, pleasure rocked my body. His legs buckled as I took his throbbing meat back into me, savoring him as my mouth filled with cum. I gulped down his load, the salty taste new and so good. John's hand landed on my shoulder for support as his body shook and I milked the last of my reward from him. I sucked his cock as it slowly softened. With a slurp his tamed beast fell from my satisfied lips. I lay backwards on the patio, exhausted. . . A cricket chirped some yards away, blending with our heavy breathing. The thick summer air around us mixed with the scent of cum. Johns warm load succumbed to gravity as it slid down my face. The big dipper hung in the night sky above me as I lay catching my breath. I heard John lower himself to the patio. We sat in silence, both unsure how to proceed, reveling in what had just happened. John stood and grabbed his briefs. "Sorry, you probably need these," he walked over to me, huge soft cock swinging in the moonlight. Bending down he gave me his briefs, which I used to wipe his load off my face. I inhaled the pouch, high on his potent musk. He lay next to me as I finished, dropping the underwear to the side. He pulled me into a kiss. And we did, much more gently then before. "That was amazing," John whispered, staring into me with his blue eyes. "Yeah. Yeah it was," I said, remembering him lodged in my throat. He paused. "We can't tell anyoneÉyou know right?" John asked a little anxious. "Haha, yeah I know," I said laughing to myself. How was I here talking to my friend's dad about how he fucked my face, and how I enjoyed it. John chuckled too, we were still both pretty stoned. He kissed me again. "I knew we had something goin on," he said looking validated. We lay there for a while. John's big hand found mine. I was in heaven, laying here with the man I wanted so bad. I could have fallen asleep out there. "We should probably go in, it's late," He said starting to get up. I sat up as he stood, his fat soft package back at my eye level. I grinned up at him as I kissed his junk one last time. He helped me up and we headed inside. Matt was snoring on the couch as we snuck back in. "I wish you could sleep with me," John said in a deep hushed voice. "Shit, me too," I said knowing we couldn't have Matt finding out. He got a glass of water, still naked. He looked incredible. John grinned as he saw me look him over, flexing a bit. "You mind if I keep these?" I asked holding up his briefs. "Not at all," he smirked, happy to give me something to remember his package by. "Night Clay," John kissed me once more and winked before walking his sexy ass down the hallway. Damn he was hot. I headed over to the couch and collapsed. I lay there replaying the night over and over in my head. What. A. Fucking. Night. <>> Spartan