Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 18:21:37 -0500 From: Ricky Frazier Subject: Brian's Visit - CH 1 It had been a long week. Each day seemed more tedious than the last at my job as a computer support technician. For every problem I solved, ten more were waiting for me. I was ready for a break and was looking forward to the long Memorial Day weekend - especially since my roommate from college was moving back into town and I had agreed to put him up for a while until he could find an apartment. We had graduated only three years ago and I had done well for myself. Using some money my parents had given me, I had found a pretty nice house on the outskirts of town. But I was still not happy - I hated living alone. All I ever seemed to do was get up, go to work, drive home, work out, watch some television, jerk off, and go to bed. It was time for a change and I knew it. I was looking forward to Brian coming back to town. Maybe my life could once again include some fun. And Brian knew how to have fun. Maybe that's why he was moving back. A mutual friend had told me that Brian was moving back because he had been fired from his job. He had always been a pothead; actually, we both were in college, but I wasn't the type of person who went out to find a supply. I would smoke when it was available, but when I ran out, that was it until I was fortunate enough to get hooked up again. Brian, on the other hand, always seemed to have an ample stash. In fact, I think we were both pretty much constantly stoned during our Junior and Senior years. We were very much alike and had been best friends and roommates. Our other friends even joked that we started to look like each other after a while. We were both around 5'11", though he was about ten pounds heavier than my 150 pound frame. I was never able to put on muscle that way he could. We were both blonde and though my hair was darker than his, we both kept it in a buzz cut because it was so much easier to roll out of bed in the morning and not have to take care of it. I had not seen him in over two years and was wondering what he looked like now and if he had changed much - I hoped not. I really needed to have a good time this weekend. I took the afternoon off on Friday to go home early and work out. Looking back on it, I don't really know why that was so important to me - for him to see me looking my best. I guess it was because he was more built than I would ever be, or maybe I didn't want him to think that my job had completely sucked the life out of me. I stripped down in front of the mirror and took in my own body, picking out the parts I liked and the areas I still needed to work on. My legs were coming along nicely, but they were still runner's legs, defined but not cut. My chest and arms were also gaining more definition but I realized that they would never be as nice as Brian's. My abs were nice though. I had never had a problem with extra weight and since I had been working so hard the muscles really stood out. I nodded in approval as I threw on my onionskin shorts and wandered into my weight room. An hour later as I had just finished my last set, the doorbell rang. Glancing up at the clock, I saw that it was only 4:00 PM. Brian wasn't due here until after six, but as I peeked through the blinds I saw the cab waiting in my drive and Brian standing on the porch. I ran down the hall and opened the door. "Ricky! Damn man, I must have interrupted something", he said, as he looked me up and down. I was still sweating like crazy and the shorts were clinging to me like a second skin. I looked down and saw that my cock was clearly visible through the thin, wet material. "SHIT! Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting you this early and was trying to fit a workout into my schedule." He wasn't listening though. As soon as I started to speak, he turned and waved to the cab driver that it was ok to leave. Apparently, he wasn't sure I'd be home yet and didn't want to be stuck waiting on my front porch if I was still at work. He turned to me again and I regained enough composure to actually look at him. His hair was cut as short as I had ever seen it - almost bald actually with only a thin layer of blonde fuzz covering his head. He was wearing only a tank top and some cut-offs and his feet were covered with a pair of worn sandals. He was still in great shape. It made me jealous that even after just working out, my body didn't look as good as his after a plane and cab ride over here. "Don't worry about it. Glad to see you still work out. Been a long time, man. Looking forward to having some fun this weekend." I invited him inside and noticed his smell when he bent over to pick up his bags. I knew it was hot today and he had been traveling, but it smelled like he hadn't showered in days. Of course, I couldn't really talk - the work out had built up a pretty ripe funk on me as well. It was so nice to see him again that I quickly forgot about my earlier embarrassment and sat down with him in the living room to catch up. He told me about losing his job to random drug testing and how he had not been able to find another quickly enough to keep his apartment. I interrupted him briefly and asked if he wanted a beer. "Hell, yes! Been a long damn day." When I returned with the beers, I noticed that Brian had his arms up over the back of the sofa and had slipped off his sandals. Sitting back in my chair across from him, I was already feeling better about life. This was nice - sitting back, having a beer with a bud, talking about life and just being really comfortable with one another. It was just like back in college. Neither of us cared that we smelled bad or that I was sitting there in thin shorts that were only now starting to dry. "So you were saying you got busted?" "Not by the law or anything...just lost my job. You know I could never turn down weed." I laughed out loud. Boy, did I remember. "Yeah. I don't think I've had any since graduation. My life really got boring after college." "Looks like you are doing ok. I mean the house is nice." "Yeah? Let me show you around." We stood up with our beers and I adjusted my shorts so that my cock wasn't quite as visible and led him around the house and out onto the deck. "It's a pretty cool place to live. I had to get a place out here in the woods because I couldn't afford anything closer to the city. The nearest neighbor is almost a mile away. There is a lake down that path in the woods and it is quiet out here...sometimes too damn quiet." We both sat on the deck chairs and talked some more until he mentioned that he was hungry. I offered to order a pizza and he teased me, "You mean they deliver out here in hillbilly country?" I laughed with him, knowing it was just a joke and glad to have the company to laugh with. We went back inside and I made the call while he started rummaging through his bags. When I was done, he stood up and looked at me. "All the clothes in my bags are dirty. I've been on the road a while now. Do you have a washer and dryer?" "Yeah, down the hall, last door on the left. Do you need something to wear?" "Nah, that's ok...I've got one clean pair of boxers left." I watched him as he walked barefoot down my hallway, smelling the sweat he left in his wake. Part of me wanted to suggest that he take a shower, but then again, I was enjoying feeling like we were in college again. We used to hang out in our underwear all the time and since we had been workout partners, it wasn't like we hadn't smelled each other before when we were a bit past ripe. Besides, if I suggested he clean up, I would probably have to take a shower too and I was enjoying feeling carefree like this. It was a welcome change from always having to be perfectly clean for work. Minutes later, I heard the washing machine kick on and saw Brian emerge from the laundry room. He was wearing plain white boxers but it wasn't until he stepped back into the light of the living room that I noticed how old and threadbare they were. He plopped back on the sofa and asked if he could have another beer. When I returned with two more and sat down across from him, I noticed that the crotch of the boxers was practically gone. Several small tears ran along side his bulge and the position he was sitting in caused the fly to gape open giving me an easy view into his bush. It's not like I had never seen his body before - in college we saw each other naked all the time - and he wasn't even completely naked now. Somehow though, this just felt different - it felt odd. I was finding myself uncomfortable. Had I changed that much since college? Had work so sapped the life out of me that I couldn't even relax with a friend? He reached his arms up and stretched. I couldn't help but stare at his chest for a moment as he pushed it out, my eyes following up his arms to the thick bush in his pits, partially the source of his smell. As he arched his back we both heard a small ripping sound and he looked quickly down to his crotch. He started laughing when he saw that one of the small rips had widened and his left nut was now at least partially visible. "Fuck man! How old are those things?" "I don't remember. They are pretty much gone, aren't they?" "Yeah, I'll say. You want something else to wear? I got plenty of things that would fit you." I can't believe that I said that. I was sounding more and more like a prude every minute. "It doesn't bother me...unless it's bothering you. Not like you got a lot covering up your stuff either." I glanced down at my crotch and noticed that when I had sat back down, the onion skin shorts, even though they were completely dry now, had bunched up around my crotch and that you could easily see the hair from my nuts sticking out. I joined him in his laughter and relaxed somewhat. Brian always knew how to calm me down when I was starting to get too uptight about something. We sat for a while longer, waiting for the pizza and making small talk the whole time, catching up on everything else we had been doing since we last saw each other. Brian reached over and grabbed his backpack off the floor and casually reached inside and pulled out his bong. I couldn't believe he still had the same one we used in college. There were a lot of good memories associated with that pipe. He got up and went to kitchen, continuing to talk the entire time as he put some water in it and returned to the sofa to pack a bowl. He took a deep hit and held it in as he handed me the pipe. It had been a while and I was more than ready for it. That first hit had a bite to it and I coughed a little, realizing that this was some awesome bud. We passed the bong back and forth until we had emptied one bowl and had started to pack another when the doorbell rang. "Pizza's here!" I shouted, jumping up to find my wallet. "I got this one man. Consider it a thank you for letting me crash here for a while." I sat back down and put the bong under that coffee table, out of sight from the front door. Not like it mattered, though, the entire living room was filled with smoke and the sweet smell of pot was flooding the place. Brian opened the door before I realized that he was still just wearing those old boxers. I almost said something but he had the door open before I could open my mouth. The pizza guy looked at him for a moment with a look of shock on his face before breaking into a grin. "Smells like a party in there..." "Yeah, nothing gets you hungry for pizza like a couple of bong hits." "Lucky bastards...wish I was doing that instead of delivering pizzas tonight." "Well, come in and have a hit. You can consider it a tip!" I could not believe my ears. He was inviting this total stranger in to smoke weed with us. The guy walked into the room and said hello to me and introduced himself as Tim. Brian pulled the bong out from under the coffee table and handed it to him. Tim sat down and took a long, deep draw off the especially potent grass and stretched back on the couch beside Brian as he held it in for the full effect. Tim was an attractive guy, probably in his early twenties, with long black hair that fell to his shoulders. He was a thin guy, but didn't look like he was a bag of bones either. As he stretched back, I looked down and saw his filthy sneakers. God, did those things look old! They were worn completely through in a couple of spots and I could see his grungy off-white athletic socks through the holes. He passed the bong back to Brian and thanked us for the hit. Brian paid him and then surprised me again by asking him if he wanted to come back by after he got off work. Almost as an afterthought, he looked back at me and asked if that was ok. Like I was going to say no after the invitation was already out there. In fact, I had been looking forward to just spending the night with Brian, catching up on old times and reliving old memories. I hadn't quite wanted a party, but what could I do? "Sure, I guess that would be cool. What time do you get off tonight?" I asked. "Not until midnight...is that too late?" Actually, I did think that was a little too late. I had been going to bed early lately and was tired already and it was only 6:30. I didn't want a new guest showing up at midnight. Then I reminded myself that this is what I wanted - to shake myself out of the rut I was in. I had known that Brian wouldn't let things get boring while he was here, but I was still surprised by this. Brian didn't give me a chance to answer though. He just slapped Tim on the back and walked him to the door telling him that we would be here. He added that we would probably be stoned off our asses, but we would be here. After Tim left, I came very close to saying something to Brian about inviting people I didn't know into my house, but decided to let it slide. We settled back again and ate our pizza, tossing back more beer and doing bong hits for about an hour and a half when we decided to go back out to the deck. We were both pretty much wasted by now and I was feeling more relaxed than I had felt in a long time. The sun had just now starting to go down and it was a great evening. I was really feeling stoned when I saw that Brian, instead of sitting down, walked over to the edge of the deck, pulled out his dick and started pissing over the side. I noticed that torn feeling inside me again - the two parts of me battling over who was going to control my reaction. Two or three years ago, I would have just started laughing or maybe not even paid any attention to him, but now part of me felt like that was just inappropriate. I was still thinking about it when he turned back to me, his dick stuffed inside his worn boxers and took a chair beside me. "You seem uptight man. Is everything ok?" The pot had slowed my responses and it felt like it took an eternity for me to just turn my head to him. When I did, I noticed that the last few drops of his piss had leaked from his cock, staining the thin white material, causing it to become almost transparent. My mouth felt dry and I drank from my beer as I tried to take my eyes off of his dick to answer his question. "I've just lived alone too long. This job...I mean, I'm glad I make good money and that I can afford nice things, but it's just like it has crushed me - taken all the fun out of my life." He shifted in his seat towards me as if he was struggling to pay attention (and he probably was after all the pot we had smoked), and I saw his cock move in his shorts. It fell down on the side that had the rips and since he was leaning forward, I could just barely catch a peek at the skin-covered head. My God, I had to snap out of this. Why was I still looking? Back in college, Brian and I used to hang out naked in our rooms sometimes when it got really hot (air-conditioning was not available in the dorm we got stuck in). A few times, we had even jerked-off together, usually after getting super stoned or drunk, but I had never been this fascinated with his dick. I hoped that it was the pot making it just seem like I had been staring a long time. "Well, I'm here now, buddy. If you are looking to get out of your rut, then I'm your man." "Yeah, I think that's what I need. Living by myself all this time has really hurt my social skills", I said with a laugh. "Hey, I need a cigarette. You want another beer while I'm up?" "Sure thing...hey, my cigs are in my backpack. You mind bringing them out when you come back?" "You got it." I stood up on shaky legs feeling proud that I had managed to get through that tense situation without Brian getting suspicious of the way I was looking at him. I reminded myself that I get paranoid a lot when I smoke weed and this stuff was more powerful than I remembered. I was fucking stoned big time. I grabbed my cigarettes from the counter and grabbed a few beers from the fridge. Before opening the sliding door to the deck though, I reached down and opened Brian's backpack to hunt for his cigarettes. I couldn't help but grin when I saw the stack of porno mags and even a couple of movies down in the bottom. Same old Brian...at least he hadn't changed. I grabbed his smokes and took all the stuff outside and put it on the table. When he reached for his beer he accidentally tipped it over, spilling it all over the table and into his lap. Brian jumped up like he had seen a snake or something. When my eyes finally focused on him standing in front of me I nearly choked on my beer. His threadbare boxers were soaked through. The material may as well have been saran wrap. Even though he was laughing like a crazy person, my eyes zeroed in on his cock. Even soft, it looked so much larger than I remembered. Actually, I couldn't remember ever paying this much attention to it. I had never noticed the large vein that curved up from the underside of his foreskin and wrapped up to the top just behind the covered head and ran back into the thick bush of dark blonde hair in his crotch. I could see his large balls bouncing each time he laughed. Even when he was soft, his cock was impressive. I felt completely numb. I needed to laugh with him or he was going to start thinking this was weird. I forced myself to break the lock my eyes had made on his crotch and started to laugh with him. Hopefully, I could play this one off too. "SHIT! You are totally soaked man. Let me get something else for you to wear." "No need bro...I'll just free-ball it." His hands reached for the sloppy waistband of his barely there boxers and started to pull them down, but before he did, he stopped and looked at me. "...unless that is gonna bother you." There it was - decision time. That bastard was going to get naked in front of me and had the nerve to ask me to tell him it was ok. What the hell? It really wasn't a big deal. "What the hell, nobody's gonna see." He slid the beer-soaked and smelly boxers down to the wooden deck and slid his dirty feet through the openings. When he stood back up, he playfully twirled the wet shorts around on his index finger, like some kind of stripper. He was obviously feeling no pain. I felt conflicted. I was really enjoying the little show he was putting on for me. After all the working out that I had been doing lately, I was actually enjoying looking at another guy's body. I remembered how I had started to video tape some of my workouts so that I could watch them later and judge how much progress I had made. I remembered how sometimes watching those videos later on would get me horny; make me need to jerk off. I felt a little jealous of him again, with his perfect body that he probably rarely worked out anymore and he still looked better than me. I saw his well-proportioned arms and chest as he kept twirling his shorts around, his narrow and defined waist grinding at the hips. Brian's cock was still soft and flopped up and down to the motion of his hips. I looked at his muscular thighs and calves, then down further to his large and strong feet with perfect toes. He looked like a Greek statue and he didn't even know it. He suddenly stopped his dance and just looked at me. "Hey, what's the matter?" "I don't know, man. Maybe I'm just tired...maybe it's the pot. You know it's been a long time since I've had any. I don't know." "Yeah, you do. You're just not telling me. Come on, dude. Spill it. What's going on?" He was looking down at me now while moving back to his chair. He was still completely naked but was serious about talking. I decided to just talk to him. "It's just that I never do anything spontaneous anymore. I have the most boring, regular schedule you could imagine. The scary part is that now that you are here, and I thought that I could just pick back up and act like I did in college, you know, have some fun - I can't seem to relax enough to do it. You said I looked uptight before. Well, you are right - I am uptight. I don't know what happened to me. Even with the pot, even though I am seriously stoned right now, I'm still thinking about how things are gonna look, whether or not we should be acting like this." "Does it bother you that I'm naked?" "Yes and no. I mean it doesn't bother me like I think it is wrong or anything..." "Then what?" "I don't know." "Are you afraid that you are gonna get turned on?" he said with a chuckle. "No." I said flatly, glaring at him. "Stand up and take your shorts off man." "Hell, no...I'm not gonna sit out here naked." Truth be told, I often came out on the deck without any clothes on. No one would ever see me this far off the main road and I had no close neighbors. There really wasn't anything to worry about. "Oh come on, you said you didn't like who you have become. Well, then just decide you are not gonna be like that. Make a choice man. Do something spontaneous. Have another beer. Let's smoke some more weed. Sit out here with your old buddy naked man. It's not like I can't see through those flimsy shorts of yours anyway." He was right of course. I didn't have to be this uptight. I could try to just relax and enjoy hanging out with my best friend. I would be just like when we were roommates. I stood up and shucked off the shorts and reached for my beer. "Happy?" I replied sarcastically. "Are you?" "Bastard!" He started laughing again. Every time we argued in college, I would end up calling him a bastard especially when I was losing. He reminded me of that. The subject matter lightened up a lot after that as we continued to toss back beer after beer and emptied the bong more than once. Several times we stopped talking altogether and just sat there with each other, looking out over the deck to the trees and feeling the air on our naked bodies. I couldn't keep my eyes off him though. His entire body - from his nearly shaved head to his dirty feet, fascinated me. It was during one of our more quiet moments that I once again caught myself staring at his package. He was sitting next to me with his feet up on the railing as relaxed as he could possibly get without passing out. Then he moved the foot closest to me down and placed it on the deck floor, effectively spreading his legs since the other foot remained up on the rail. The gentle breeze caught the smell of his crotch and blew it past my face. I instinctively breathed it in, not caring any more that it was not the kind of thing I would normally do. I saw his limp cock surrounded by a nest of soft, dirty-blonde pubes, lying gently over his large nuts. The skin was hanging well over the head of his dick. As I continued to stare, it seemed as though Brian's cock was beginning to lengthen a little. Yes, it was! I could clearly see that it was chubbing up. First, the entire thing swelled noticeably, before starting to lengthen. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like I could see his heartbeat. It still wasn't hard enough to lift the heavy cock off his balls but it was definitely on it's way. There...it just started to lift off. I glanced at Brian's face but his eyes were shut. By the time I returned to watching his growing bone, it was already suspended in mid-air, starting it's swing up but not completely hard. I could definitely see his pulse in his cock now as with every heartbeat, it swayed and grew firmer, more rigid. The foreskin looked tighter now, but still had not even begun to pull back off the head of his cock. The mast swayed a few times then fell back towards his stomach with a smacking sound, fully hard and now throbbing. His balls looked like they were on fire, the nuts rolling around in the sac like they were alive. "Nice, isn't it?" he said. I nearly fell out of my chair. I was mortified. He had just caught me staring at him while he grew a bone. I tried to think of something to say but couldn't. Finally, I just decided to tell him the truth. "Yeah, it's a real nice one. How big is that thing anyway?" He started to laugh like a crazy person. "Actually, I was talking about the pot, but since you mentioned it, I guess my piece is pretty nice too. I've never really measured it - well, not since I first started getting wood. I guess lots of guys measure 'em when they first start getting bones...but I'm sure it's grown some since I was thirteen." Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Go get me a ruler man and I'll check." By this time I was beyond protest. Drunk and stoned, I stood up to walk in the house to find a ruler. Even though I wasn't hard myself, I could tell that my cock was hanging heavier than normal. It wouldn't take much to bring me to full wood. It still seemed odd that this was turning me on but I just wanted to go with it now. I returned to the deck with the ruler and handed it out to Brian. He just stared at me. I thought for a second that he was so out of it that he had forgotten what he sent me into the house for - until he spoke. "You do it for me..." I stood there dumbstruck for a second but could feel the blood start to rush to my own cock. I knew it wouldn't be long before it was standing at attention. "You gotta be kidding...right. I don't wanna touch it. Measure it yourself." "Stop playing games with me, Ricky. You've wanted to touch it since I got here. Don't you think I've noticed the way you've been staring at me all evening?" He paused for a moment and let the words just hang there uncomfortably. I started to feel my own heartbeat in my dick and knew that it was on the rise but I was powerless to stop it. "And you know I can see that the thought of touching it is turning you on...I mean, look at yourself." I turn my gaze downward toward my own crotch and there it was - as plain as day - my own cock betraying me by standing up hard and firm in front of him. Before I looked back towards Brian I saw the slit start to glisten slightly from the pre-cum moving up inside the shaft. "I'm sorry, Brian. I don't know what has gotten into me." "It's OK, Ricky. Look...I am your best friend, or at least I was in college. We can tell each other anything. You know I won't think any less of you. As far as I'm concerned it's no big deal. I've known you a long time. I know you are not gay. You might be bisexual...who knows. Maybe you are just curious. I really don't give a shit. But it is obvious that you are turned on right now and I think you should just go with it. Who better to explore that with than a good friend? I sure as hell don't want you trying to be curious with some stranger in an adult bookstore or queer bar...or maybe you try something with the wrong person at the wrong time and get the shit beat out of you...or worse." I felt the moisture at the tip of my cock begin to gather into a drop and slowly ooze its way down the stiff shaft of my cock but was afraid to make any move to stop it or even look down. He continued, "Here's what I think you should do...start by measuring it for me. That's all. It will give you an excuse to touch it and maybe that will be enough to satisfy your curiosity. If not, we can decide then if you want to try something else. It's just us out here man...let me help you." My cock pounded several more times and the drops of goo began to gather enough weight to cause the strand to dangle from the shaft of my cock. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and the strand lengthened and stretched almost to the deck floor before breaking off and landing on my naked foot. "What do you say? Just measure it for me." I moved closer to him but suddenly stopped. "I don't know what to do." I no longer wanted to protest but I honestly didn't know how he expected me to measure it. "Here - this should make it easier." He stood up and offered me his chair, then moved in front of me. His hard cock swung just inches away from me. He had not touched it and the skin still clung tightly to the head of his cock, as if it was refusing to let go. It jutted up towards his face, hard as stone, giving me an excellent view of his large nuts. He didn't say anything for a moment as I just sat there and stared at it - until he saw me lick my lips. "Yeah, that's it, Ricky. Just look at it - take it all in. Like you are trying to memorize it. Remember, you are just satisfying your curiosity. Everything is OK. It's not gonna hurt you to look at it. Actually, I think it's kinda cool that you like looking so much...kinda makes me feel good - like we are sharing something real special. Now go ahead and measure it." I lifted the ruler and placed it near to, but not touching his throbbing dick. It was as if I was being respectful to it, not wanting to disturb it. "You'll never get it measured right doing it like that." "How am I supposed to do it?" I answered, never removing my gaze from his crotch. "Take your hand and pull it down so it is pointing straight out then push the end of the ruler down into my pubes as far as it will go and measure where the tip comes to." I hesitantly reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around the hard shaft. My mind was spinning - I couldn't believe how much different another guys cock felt in my hand. It seemed like it should feel just like mine but the heat - my god - the heat of it. It felt like it was burning the skin on my fingers. I pulled down, or at least I tried, not understanding the firmness of his boner at first, I didn't apply enough pressure. I moved my hand and found a firmer grip around his shaft and pulled the cock down, inadvertently sliding his foreskin down away from the head of his dick. I heard him moan slightly and for some reason that pleased me. The head of his cock was slimly and wet from the collected pre-cum, which had gathered there instead of dripping off drop by drop like mine does. I moved the ruler into position and pushed the edge into his dark blonde pubes until I felt resistance then, laying the flat edge of the ruler along the upper side of his cock, read the number that matched the flared red tip. "What does it say?" he asked. I didn't even look up when I spoke, "SHIT! The fucker is over 8 inches man. Eight and five-eights to be exact." "How big is yours?" "I don't know." I didn't even need to be asked. The combination of beer and weed, along with the definite sexual heat I was feeling had washed all embarrassment over what we were doing away. I stood up and pushed the ruler into my own pubes and laid my hard dick out to measure it, getting it slick with my own pre-jiz. "You got me beat, man. Seven and three-eights here." "Nothing to be ashamed of buddy. I think average is somewhere around six or something. Looks like we are both blessed in that department - though I am a little more blessed than you." We both laughed for a few minutes. I knew that his joke wasn't an insult and even if it had been, I don't think I would have cared that much at that exact moment. We both moved to sit back down and Brian reached for the bong and began to pack another bowl casually talking the whole time. "So...what did you think of that?" "It was interesting." "Don't make it sound like a damn science experiment. Did you like it? Be honest - I'll know if you are lying." "Yeah...I guess it was OK. Yeah - I liked it." I couldn't believe that I had just admitted that to him. I wasn't embarrassed at all - I had come to trust him. Like he had said before, he was just trying to help me understand why I was so curious. "I liked it too. It was nice feeling you touch me like that. You know, I used to wonder when we were back in college what it would feel like to have a dude touch me, but back then I would never have done it. It's nice to know that you get into my body like that. Believe me, Ricky; you can touch me any damn time you want to. I just don't wanna push you or anything. It has to be your decision." He waited a few moments and took a hit off the bong before he continued. "Listen - Tim won't be here for at least another two hours, if he shows up at all. Tell you what I'm gonna do for you. Any part of my body you want to touch is yours. You can do anything you want to with it and it will stay just between the two of us. If you don't like doing it after you get started, all you have to do is stop. I can see that you haven't worked out all your curiosity yet and I want to help you." "I still don't know if I should be doing this, Brian." "How about we start with something simple. My feet really hurt from all the traveling and wearing those sandals. I could sure use a foot rub about now. There's nothing freaky about one buddy giving another a foot massage is there? Think of it this way, you would actually be doing me a favor. There's nothing sexual at all about that. If, after working on my feet a while, you want to try touching some other parts that will be fine with me. If you decide to stop, that will be fine too. It will just help get you started. What do you say?" I thought about it for just a second while I took a big hit off the bong. I knew that this would change our relationship despite his promises to the contrary, but by now my hormones were raging. I had gone this far and even though this was new to me decided to go for. After all, I had been hoping for some excitement this weekend. I looked up at Brian and said, "I'll do it." "Great, buddy. I really need a foot rub. Get down there and make my feet feel good." His subtle change in tone towards me was completely lost in the haze of pot and sexual heat. I sat down on the deck and reached out for his left foot, lifting it up and placing it on my lap. I wasted no time in using my fingers to dig in and give his foot the deep massage he had asked for. I heard him moan in appreciation and saw him adjust his position in the chair, moving his foot within inches of my drippy cock. As he moved his foot, he stretched out his toes and wagged them in the air, causing the smell to waft up to my nose. "That feels really good, buddy. Sorry if they smell bad." "They're not that bad." "Man, they must reek. With all the traveling I've done, I know they are not clean. I mean, I can smell them from up here." "I don't mind." "Maybe you are into guy smells - that's not so bad either." "I don't think so, Brian." "Oh come on, you've come this far. Take a whiff, Ricky, and tell me what you think." Before I had time to resist, he lifted his foot up and placed it right in my face. I almost said no and thought about standing up and calling the whole thing off, but for some reason I didn't. I simply sat there with his foot in my face and took a visible deep breath in through my nose. My cock dripped a few new drops of pre-cum as the smell of his unwashed foot made it's way to my brain. This was the smell of a man - and whether I was prepared to admit it or not, I was turned on by it. So was Brian. "Oh yeah, that's it man - get into it. Dude, it's really hot the way your cock slimes all over itself with my foot in your face. You must like it man." He pushed the foot even closer to my face, the toes actually brushing against my lips. Given that my cock was now completely in control of my actions, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, gently licking around his big toe. I moved my hands up to hold his foot to my mouth and continued the tongue-bath. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I would regret giving in to this pleasure, but at the moment, this was all I wanted in the whole world. "Fuck yeah, put my toes in your mouth and suck on them, dude. Ricky, man you really are into this. Your cock is drooling like crazy now." I didn't need to look down at myself to know that he was telling the truth. I could feel the continued wetness of my pre-cum running down my shaft and collecting around my nuts before dripping off onto the deck below. He moved his other foot to my crotch and ran it along the shaft of my dick before lifting it up to my face, replacing his other foot. "Lick it up, man." I didn't even hesitate this time before using my tongue to lick my own pre-fuck off his big toe, wetting it further with my own saliva. "That's it man - give in to it. Let yourself go. You know what feels good to you and so does your dick, dude. Just forget about being embarrassed and let yourself do what feels right. I love seeing you down there like that, getting off on my dirty feet, getting off on the smell of a man." I grabbed both feet in my hands and held them firmly to my face, running my tongue in between his toes, cleaning out the collection of dirt and sweat I found there. I could feel my balls churning and knew I was close - even without touching myself I knew that I was going to blow any minute. Brian did too. He took one of his feet and wrenched it out of my hands and gently slapped me across the face with it. "Don't cum yet. It's too early." He then pulled both feet away from me and swung them both up on the table and proceeded to inspect them. "You got them pretty clean man - who needs a shower when you are around." He started to laugh and for the first time, I felt he was laughing at me instead of just having fun with me. He told me to get up and sit in the chair, then handed me the bong to take another hit. My cock swung painfully in the air as I got up off the deck and flung pre-cum everywhere. A long strand was hanging right off the edge. I had never been this turned on before in my entire life. I didn't want any more pot. I just wanted to cum. But Brian wasn't about to let that happen any time soon. Instead of sitting back down, I just stood there and grabbed my own dick, stroking it, hoping to relieve the massive pressure that had built up in my nuts. I knew it wouldn't take but a few strokes and I was almost over the edge before Brian stood up and wrestled my hand away from my dick. "I said to sit down." "But I need to cum - bad." "We'll get to that, but it's not time yet. Now sit." He directed me to the chair and I sat, puzzled as to why he didn't want to let me get off. "Why won't you let me do it? You said I should be spontaneous and get into it, but now you don't want to let me finish. Why?" "The most important word in that question was 'finish'. That's just what it is with most guys. Get your nut off and then you are done. Well, that's a huge waste man. Sex is fun and when anything is fun, you should try to make it last as long as possible. Get really into it and stretch the whole experience out. Tell me, when you jerk off, how long does it usually take you?" "About ten or fifteen minutes - maybe twenty if I'm drunk." "I used to be the same way. Whack off really fast and be done with it. But you haven't experienced anything until you've held it back for a while, really gotten into your cock and let it build and build before you blow. Man, that is one of the most awesome experiences in the world. I think I'd like to share that with you. You know, help you out, and help you learn how to make something as awesome as sex last longer than ten or fifteen minutes." "I don't know if I can - I mean, just look at me." He leaned forward in his seat and took a good look at my crotch. My cock was still as hard as I've ever seen it. It was swollen and red and dripping like crazy. Brian looked up from my crotch and stared me in the eyes. "Close your eyes for a second." I did as I was told. "Now, just think about your own cock - think about the way it feels spiking up in the air like that, drooling all over the place. Now tell me, how does that feel?" "It feels awesome. You know that. It's one of the greatest feelings in the world." "Then why do you want it to end so fast? It's only 10:30. We got all night. Well, maybe not all night because I asked that pizza guy over, but we still got plenty of time. You can make it last longer. You can feel that pressure in your cock keep building and building until you finally let loose with a cum-blast like you've never had before. Aren't you the least bit curious about how long you can last? Aren't you one bit curious about how that would feel - to nut after a couple of hours of playing with it?" "A couple of hours! Brian, there is no way in hell I will last that long. Even if I don't touch it, sometimes it just goes off by itself when I get horny enough." "I know - mine does the same thing sometimes. Just takes a little training and I can help with that." "What do you mean?" "I could show you an awesome time tonight if you'd let me, but you would have to do it my way, follow my instructions. I'm not sure you could let yourself go quite that much though. You are probably not interested in the kind of experience that I'm talking about." "That seems a little over the top to me, Brian. I mean, following your instructions. You know, this is my house and if I wanted to I could just go to my bedroom or the bathroom and get off." "And you could have resisted me when I made you stop a few minutes ago - but you didn't. Part of you wants to know more about what I'm talking about. That same part of you that was curious about my body, curious about my smells. When I showed up this afternoon, you had no idea you would end up touching my cock, or rubbing my feet - or sucking them for that matter. But you did and you and your cock loved it. You gave in to it and was rewarded with pleasure, weren't you? You want to let me teach you now, don't you? You'd only be admitting what we both already know." "That depends on the rules." "There are only two actually. First, you are not allowed to touch your own cock unless told to do so no matter how much you feel like you need to. You don't have the control needed or enough knowledge of your own body yet to know when to stop in time." "I told you that doesn't always work. Sometimes it just goes off by itself." "Let me worry about that ok. I'm gonna be your coach through this - I'll do my best to keep that from happening until we are ready." "OK - what's the second rule?" "Simple, you agreed ahead of time to at least TRY anything I tell you to do. You will try it and if you don't like it you will be free to stop. Some of the things you might not have thought you would like, but you might find out that you do. Some of the things, after you at least try them, you won't like and you can just stop and we'll both know that you're not into it and we won't try it again. But you can't just say no without at least giving it a shot." "I can't agree to do that - not without knowing what kinds of things you are gonna ask me to do." Brian shot me a disgusted look. "Fine, go in your room and jerk off. I was just trying to help you out, but I can't do that if you won't agree to the terms. You know what, just never mind. I should have known better to think that you could open your mind up to new experiences like that. You've changed since college, Ricky, and it's not been for the best." He started to get up, a look of sincere frustration on his face. "Wait!" I called out after him. I didn't have time to really think about what I was about to get myself into, but that really didn't matter to me. All I knew is that I wasn't ready for this to stop and if agreeing to his rules would make him happy, then that's what I wanted to do. Maybe, he was right. Maybe I would enjoy it. "I'll do it." "You agree to both rules?" "Yes." "And you won't try to back out once we get started?" "No, I will do whatever you say." Brian returned to his seat with a cocky smirk across his face. I looked down to his crotch and noticed that his hard-on had subsided somewhat and the hood of skin had returned to covering up the head. There was a sticky strand of goo hanging from the bunched up skin at the tip. As he sat back down and adjusted his balls, he spent just a moment staring at me, sizing me up, and letting the importance of what I had just agreed to sink in further. "Get on your knees." "What?" He jumped out of his seat and grabbed me by the back of the head with enough force to startle me, but not enough to cause any pain. He tilted my head up until our eyes met. Then he spoke to me in slow deliberate words. "Don't question me. Remember - you try everything you are told to do. If you don't like it after you try it, you can stop. But don't question me again. Understood?" He continued to hold my head still in his hands until he got the answer he was looking for. I nodded that I understood. He released me and returned to his chair. "Good. Now let's try that again. Get on your knees." I did exactly as he demanded, a little shaken by his sudden attitude shift but still trusting that he wouldn't make me do anything that at least in the back of my mind I wouldn't enjoy doing anyway. I saw him smile when he noticed how quickly I obeyed him this time. "Now get over here and take another look at my cock - a real close look. That's how all this started anyway isn't it - you not being able to tear your eyes away from my dick? Well, it's gone soft now and I think you want to see it bone up again. Maybe this time from really close up. Get your face up here really close to my balls." I did exactly as he said. "No, get closer - closer." My nose was within inches of his cock and balls when he once again grabbed the back of my head and forced it in even closer, my mouth and nose touching his balls and gooey dick. "Now - take a deep breath and hold it in." I did the best I could with my face crammed in his crotch. The sweaty, musky smell of man-crotch hit my brain like a drug. My own dick suddenly became painfully hard. My knees were hurting from the wood of the deck floor but I didn't care. I took one deep breath after another before I actually started to move my face around in his crotch, sniffing him good, moving over every inch as if I was trying to capture all of his smells without letting any escape. Brian took one of his hands off the back of my head and positioned his cock so that it was lying across my face as I continued to root around in his crotch. I felt the slime of his pre-cum start to ooze out over my forehead as I used my nose to lift up his balls and sniff under one and then the other. Something clicked in the back of my mind and I suddenly knew that I was in trouble - that I was hooked. I was afraid that Brian would use my eagerness against me, but knew that there was nothing I could do to stop myself. These fears were well grounded. "Damn, dude! You look like a fucking pig down there sniffing all over my sweaty nuts. Man, I know that's gotta stink but there you are, getting off on it. I can't see your dick from this position but I can tell from the way you are rooting around in my funk that it's gotta be just pounding man." He took his other hand away from the back of my head and I knew that I should take my head away from his nuts, but I couldn't. The smell was intoxicating and addictive. I just kept on breathing deeply all around his balls and the base of his cock, which was leaking freely all over my face. "Shit, little piggy just can't get enough can he? I knew it - knew it all along. I knew that once I gave you a chance to get into my cock you'd never be satisfied ever again unless you had your face up against it." My face flushed with embarrassment but still my face remained buried. He raised one foot off the deck and used it to push me back off his crotch. Startled, I fell backwards on my ass. Looking at him, I found that he was once again bone hard and I tried to move back to him. He anticipated the move, however and lifted his foot again to block the way back to his cock and balls. "Not so fast, fucker! I want to make this last a while too. Your little piggy sniffing got me a little hotter than I thought it would. It needs to cool down a little." He casually opened another bottle of beer and started to sip. "Man, I knew you were going to like that - you were fucking into it. Tell me how much you liked it." "I can't do that - it's too embarrassing." He answered by giving me another foot slap across the face. "Wrong answer, faggot!" I almost protested that name, but then realized that the last slap actually stung my face quite a bit. An image of my face with red marks showing where his toes had hit me emerged in my mind. My cock pulsed again with the thought and I was repulsed. I was afraid now. This whole situation was getting out of control. I was getting out of control. I had just acted like a complete whore - no worse than a whore - I've never ever seen a bitch in a porno get off on a guys crotch like I just did. And Brian was either too high or drunk or both to be predictable anymore. I quickly decided that to question him again might get me hurt. He glared at me. "I told you to tell me how much you liked it!" I was about to lose a little more of my already quickly shrinking dignity. "It was awesome - the smell was incredible. I never thought something like that could get me so turned on." I was mortified to be saying those words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth. Brian just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards the sliding glass door. He paused just as his hand reached for the handle. "I'm going inside to get my bag. You stay right where you are...don't move a muscle or even think about touching your cock. Do you understand?" I nodded that I did, but instead of going inside he just stood there looking at me. "I'm getting really tired of just seeing you nod at me. You have a voice...use it." "I understand Brian, I won't move or touch it." His control over me was growing. He moved inside the house but was only gone for a few seconds before coming back out again with his bag. He sat back down in front of me and began to look for something in one of the side pockets. Once he had found the object of his search, he opened his hand to me showing me a tiny white tablet and my half-drunk beer. "Here, take this." "What is it?" I was answered with another foot slap, harder still than the last one. "NO QUESTIONS! I'll tell you after you take it." I reached up, took the tablet and washed it down with a swig of beer. "That was a tab of XTC. It will put you in a really nice place. You'll feel all the sensations tonight but won't analyze every goddamn thing like you have been so far. I actually think you will like it. It will take about 20 minutes or so to kick in so we need to do something that won't make you blow your nut before then." He paused for a moment as he thought. "Just get down on my feet again, but you had better not touch your cock or blow your nut. If you start to feel close let me know and I'll help you calm down. Once the pill kicks in good, we'll move on." He pulled his watch out of the bag and put it on the table in front of him as I just stared at him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" The tone of his last sentence told me that resistance would only get me another slap so I immediately reached for his feet with my hands. "With your fucking mouth!" I did as he commanded. Putting my hands down on the deck, I leaned forward and began to lick his feet again as he packed yet another bowl into the bong. I began by simply licking the tops of his feet, getting the tuffs of hair that ran across the top wet with my spit. Moving down, I began to lick at the hairs that sprang from the middle of each toe. Despite the fact, that I felt like he was forcing me to do this, in some way I felt almost privileged to be on my knees in front of him servicing him like this. I knew that my cock was dripping again as I felt a new batch of precum slip out and slide down my rock-hard prick. It tickled my balls as the wetness gathered and ran over them before dripping off on the deck below. I had never realized how much I dripped as usually the stuff got rubbed in as I jerked off, but now, unable to touch it, the pre-cum was free to collect and run all over the place. I turned my head slightly to look at Brian and found that he wasn't even looking at me - his face was turned to the woods as he silently sipped another beer. I was almost disappointed. I had enjoyed the way he talked to me earlier and even though the thought appalled me, I missed the nasty talk from my college buddy. I moved my tongue down between his toes and was rewarded as he spread them and tilted his entire right foot up, lifting the sole off the deck and allowing me free access to suck on his smelly toes. I worked each one slowly, sucking them as best I could in this position not able to use my hands before moving to his left foot and repeating the service. I heard him fumbling around again in his bag but by this time I was into the job I was performing and didn't even bother to look up until I saw a bright flash of white. Looking up I was humiliated even further when I saw that he was holding an instant camera that had just spit out the first of many pictures to be taken that night. I stopped for a moment and just stared at him. He met my gaze and glared back, speaking slow and purposeful words, "GET BACK TO WORK!" Embarrassed and beaten, I lowered myself back to his feet. Then I felt the drug hit. With the big toe of his right foot again in my mouth, I suddenly felt my skin begin to tingle over my entire body. My cock began to lurch and throb wildly and I knew that I was about 5 seconds from shooting a massive load. I let out a moan and Brian knew I was close as well. With amazing speed, he grabbed the back of my head and tossed me backwards. I knocked over the chair nearest me and fell back on my haunches in the corner of the deck. Looking up, I saw Brian towering over me, his half-hard cock jutting out from his body, the skin pulled up over the head with a slimy strand of his goo hanging from the bunched up folds. All I could do was stare. Brian's sudden movements had once again brought me back from the brink of orgasm and I just squatted in front of him, panting, admiring his crotch. He gently lifted the half-swollen prick and pointed it at my face, holding the camera with the other hand. "Open your mouth!" I don't know why I did it, but afterwards I regretted it. As I stared open-mouthed at his cock, I saw it suddenly begin to spew forth with a stream of hot piss, the first blast of which caught me right in my open mouth. At that same moment, I saw another blinding flash of white and the whirring of the motor in the camera. When my sluggish reflexes correctly determined what was happening, I closed my mouth and attempted to move out of the way but was caught halfway as Brian's strong arm released his cock and grabbed my head. He didn't try to re-open my mouth but he did succeed in positioning my head right on his still gushing cock. I felt the piss cover my head and face, running down my chest and pooling near my naked feet. He thrust my head backwards and let the last strong streams of piss land right on my cock. The heat of it was incredible and despite my humiliation felt the load once again build in my nuts. But then, as suddenly as it began, it was over and Brian stood over me, shaking the last drops of smelly piss from his covered cockhead. "That's it fucking faggot...you just took a man's piss and you are still fucking hard. I figured that's the way it would be. You didn't even struggle that much. I probably could have even talked you into it, but was afraid you'd just bitch. Thought it would be better to take you by surprise. Well, you took it bitch and from the looks of your cock, you liked it. Look down at yourself." I did as he asked and was mortified by what I saw. My cock was lurching again and thrashing wildly. One or two strokes would have gotten it off easily. The entire thing was swollen obscenely and was covered in precum that was beginning to look more and more milky in consistency. I was obviously turned on but was not ready to admit that much to Brian. "It's the drugs. Anyway, you said that when I was ready to quit we could. Well, I'm ready Brian. That's enough - I don't want to do anything else." I felt like I was on the verge of tears, my voice cracking as I spoke. Brian merely turned around and returned to his seat. He lit a cigarette and stared at me, still crouching on the deck, covered in his piss with my hard cock dripping and jutting out from my crotch. He sat there for a long moment before he finally spoke. "Tough! That's what the pictures were for. I didn't trust you enough to take you at your word that you wouldn't try and back out of this tonight, so I thought I would take the pictures and use them to keep you in line. Look, Ricky, you don't have to be afraid of me. It's obvious from looking at your cock that you are still enjoying yourself - you just can't admit it...yet. If your cock were soft right now, I'd tear these pictures up and we could forget the whole thing. If at any time tonight that happens, I'll believe you and we can quit. Otherwise we keep going or these pictures mysteriously show up at your job, or maybe your parents would like to see them." I knew I was totally beaten now. There was no getting out of this except to let him continue my "training". He was right about one thing - I was still horny as hell and needed badly to get off. Even though this was humiliating, at least my body was enjoying it. I looked back up at Brian and he saw from my expression that I would do anything he asked. "How close are you to shooting?" "I'm very close. It could happen at any time." "Stand up and wait for your cock to start to droop a little." I did as he commanded and stood in the corner of the deck, being careful not to stimulate my cock in the slightest. I must have waited for ten minutes, but finally my cock began to drop slightly as I got cold from the drying piss on my body. I felt colder than I would normally feel as the drug had fully kicked in now and every sensation in my body was magnified beyond anything I had ever felt before. Brian noticed me shiver when my cock began to soften a bit and grabbed his bag and motioned for me to go inside. He followed behind me, shutting and locking the sliding glass door before turning around to face me once again. His stare was captivating, almost hypnotic - I could not break free. Finally, he moved the coffee table away from the couch and motioned for me to sit down. I moved over to the couch and naively sat down on the cushions. I saw the frustration in his face - "On the floor, bitch! Get on your knees, on the floor, now!" I quickly repositioned myself the way he wanted me and felt him gather my wrists behind my back. More quickly than I could have anticipated, he began to wrap what must have been a rope securely around them, tying it off in a tight knot. He then proceeded to pull the remaining end of the rope down and tied it roughly around both my ankles. Standing up to admire his handiwork, he saw me kneeling on my own living room floor, wrists tightly bound behind my back and anchored to my ankles. It wasn't really uncomfortable, but my movements were definitely limited now. I was his now - and he knew it. Moving around in front of me, he casually sat on the couch and lit another cigarette, blowing his smoke towards me each time he exhaled, never speaking a word, but never allowing me to escape his cruel stare. He was enjoying the awkwardness of this situation, enjoying the mix of fear, anticipation, and pleasure that he found in my eyes, and he wanted to make this last as long as possible. "Look at your fucking cock, faggot!" he commanded as he took the last draw off his cigarette. I obeyed, knowing what I would find. My cock was back to full mast again, turned on my nothing more than his stare and the thought that I was his to do with as he pleased - that whatever he planned to do, I was powerless to stop it. The slit of my cock seemed to be oozing a constant stream of juice now; in fact, the entire shaft was covered in my dick slime - some the hairs of my crotch were even matted down with my precum. "I think it's time for something I'm gonna enjoy. I let you at my feet twice already and even let you sniff around my crotch with your faggot face. Shit, I even let you taste a little of my piss. Now it's time for the real thing. You're finally going to get to suck it. But not right away, no, that would be too quick for me. Remember, I like to make it last a while too." He looked up at the clock and saw that it was 11:20. "You are not allowed to make me sling it before midnight...do you understand?" "I understand, Brian." My gaze was already fixed on the enormous skin-covered cock that was drooling on my couch. He wasn't fully hard and the weight of his dick had it laid out on the cushions instead of pointing up towards his face, as it had been when he first sat down. I shivered at the thought of tasting the wetness that I saw and realized that I wanted to do it. I still couldn't admit it...but I definitely wanted it. Brian chuckled to himself as he saw me staring at it, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, knowing the private war that I was fighting between my brain and my dick, and knowing, in the end, which one would win. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already!" I painfully inched forward on my knees when I realized that Brian wasn't about to move at all. When I had finally covered the distance between us, I lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent. "Just lick it a while first. You may need some instructions if you are going to make it until midnight." I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head further until it made contact with the puckered folds of skin covering his cockhead. I immediately tasted the salty funk of his precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper and deeper into his foreskin. I could sense that his cock was once again on the rise and heard him let out a soft moan. Hearing him make that sound set me on fire. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again. "Are you deaf, faggot? Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions. I only told you to lick it. I want you to lick it until it is completely hard and skinned back, then I'll let you try and discover what other talents that mouth of yours might have." Releasing my head, he once again relaxed on the couch while I continued to lick at his growing bone using only my tongue. I could feel the weight of his cock giving way to the strength of his erection and I had to move closer as it began to bob and sway in front of my face, now hanging half-hard, pulsing and moving around. It was a challenge to capture it as I used my tongue to get the foreskin as wet as possible, drinking down his precum every time I saw another drop ooze from the folds. Just then, I saw the crimson head of his cock begin to emerge from the tight ring at the tip of his foreskin. It was amazing. The slimy cock pulsed again and the head pushed forward as the skin slowly peeled back. The throbbing cock slapped me across the face as it continued to throb and pulse in mid-air. I stuck my tongue out again and used it help the head finally free the foreskin once and for all. Brian moaned again as he felt my tongue brush over his naked cockhead and I knew that I was about to lose it. I was terrified at the thought of what Brian would do to me if I shot right now, so I fought hard to hold it back. I looked up at Brian and told him what was about to happen. "Brian...if I keep doing this I'm gonna cum. I know you don't want me too, but I'm so fucking close!" I looked up and watched for his reaction. Brian stared at me for only a split-second before launching a big wad of spit right into my face and using his foot to push me backwards. Tied up and off-balance, I fell on my side to the floor, my hard cock pulsing against the rough carpet, only seconds from spewing it's load. Brian got up and retrieved his bag, pulling out a shorter length of rope. He roughly separated my knees and grabbed at my balls, pulling them away from my body and wrapped the rope around them. The pain was intense but bearable and it successfully brought me back from the edge. Brian jiggled the rope in his hand for a few seconds and watched the fear in my eyes before sharply pulling it back and tying it to the rope around my ankles. It felt like he was going to pull my nuts off. As I gathered my breath, he walked back to the couch and sat down, muttering to himself about what a pussy I was - that I would keep getting so close to shooting with a cock in my face. "Get the fuck back over here, Goddamnit! You got a job to finish." As I struggled to my knees again, the rope painfully pulled on my balls as I tried to cover the distance between us. Once there, he grabbed the back of my head and positioned his nasty cock right on my lips. "Open up, Ricky...you been wanting this all night." I opened my mouth and felt about three inches of his steely hard cock slip into my mouth. He moaned and just held it there for a few seconds, telling me how hot my mouth felt around his cock. Holding my head firmly, he began to pump it up and down on his drippy meat, farther and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but Brian didn't care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes, an automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. How far did he intend to go? The answer came moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry, flared head. He didn't let me look at him, but I heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through you mouth..." As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously into his crotch, his dirty cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening. Of course, as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down in his pubes, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader. "Fuck YESSSSSS!!! Shit, that's it man...it's like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. Goddamnit, faggot, your throat was made for a man's cock - made to let a man sling his baby maker's down there." Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Brian raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, nasty strands of my saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick shaft - it was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls and ran down my couch. Brian then proceeded to thrust my head back down his shaft and even though he had a more difficult time ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip all the way inside until my nose was once again buried in his pubes. I gagged again, producing another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust. He didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air and thrusting it back again. Soon he had developed and settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing, timing the breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second. I knew that spit and precum were everywhere - I could see a fucking puddle of white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto my couch before oozing all the way to the floor. Brian continued his verbal assault as well - "Yeah, you fucking pussy...take my cock - take it all the way to the root, faggot! You've been dreaming about this for years, haven't you? Thinking about my wet, uncut cock sliding down your throat. Seeing me naked when we were in college must have been a real treat for you - bet you used to frig that fag prick of yours every time I left for class. Those couple of times we beat off together you were thinking about how it would feel to get my dick snot all over you instead of it just flying around the room. Shit, wouldn't surprise me to find out that you used to lick it up off the floor after I was done. I gotta admit you hid it well though - I mean, just the two of us cooped up in that tiny room...my dirty socks and underwear laying around everywhere, smelling up the place. Bet you got into those smells back then too. From the way you got into my feet and balls tonight, I know you must of sprung a bone every time you walked into our room." He wrapped the toes of his right foot around the rope connecting my balls to my ankles and started to tug at it, over and over again, in time to his downward thrusts of my head. My cock was slinging my shit all over the place. If I hadn't been so concerned about not choking to death, I'm sure I would have exploded - as it was I was hanging on to the most awesome feeling of impending orgasm I had ever felt. "Fuck, I bet you couldn't wait to see my cock this weekend, could you, faggot? That was probably the reason you invited me to stay with you - we were roommates and all, but admit it, we never had THAT much in common. You just couldn't wait to see my cock all laid out again. Well, you got more that you bargained for, didn't you, pussy? I knew there was a fag in you and I was just the man to bring it out. Shit, I still can't believe how juiced up you got measuring my cock - or how hot you got sucking my toes - fuck man, you almost shot while you were doing that. I mean that's fucked up, even for a faggot." His thrust were becoming quicker now and I felt a new wave of swelling travel up his cock - I knew he was getting close. "Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls, fagboy? Shit, you looked like a fucking pig down there. Well, now you're getting the whole thing - right down your faggot throat, just like you always wanted. My big, thick, uncut cock - the same cock that pissed in your face is pounding your throat like a fucking pussy. Your throat is about to milk the fucking sperm out of my nuts and that fucking makes you hot, doesn't it? Takes you right to the edge thinking about tasting my nut. Well, faggot, get ready - here it comes!!!!" Time slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger and the first violent wave of cum traveled up his shaft to empty far down my throat. I knew I was going to cum too and was preparing for my own massive orgasm when Brian painfully gripped the hair on the back of my head and forced my head off his cock. With unbelievable quickness for a man in the middle of an orgasm, he pulled my head awkwardly backwards and moved to sit right on the edge of the sofa with the head of his cock less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again with nothing to hold it steady and spewed a second massive load all over my face, from my hairline down to my chin. I wanted to cum with him, but the pain in my scalp had caused me to loose focus and with the haze of the drugs in my brain, my nuts just wouldn't release it. A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor. Brian then used his other hand to pull his foreskin up and over the still spouting head of his dick, tightly pinching it off between his thumb and forefinger. I saw the skin begin to swell and I knew that he was still pumping out his load into it. It ballooned even more and he tilted his head back in ecstasy. God, how I wanted to be shooting my load! I focused on the underside of his shaft and noticed it contract as yet another wave of his nut made its way to accumulate under his foreskin. He yanked my head backwards even further and looked down at me contemptuously, hocking a nasty wad of spit into my open mouth. "Fucking faggot hasn't gotten to taste any yet. Is that what you want, pussy - to taste my fucking nut?" Well beyond embarrassment by now, I eagerly nodded that I wanted it. He shook my head hard and started to yell. "I told you not to fucking nod at me - use your fucking mouth, bitch - tell me what you want!" "Please...God, Brian. I want to taste it so bad. Please don't waste it. I need to see what it tastes like. I've done everything you wanted tonight - please let me have it in my mouth." I was scared and excited at the same time. He really was hurting me by pulling my hair so hard, but deep inside I really meant every word of my humiliating pleadings. "Keep your mouth open, bitch - here it comes...ENJOY!" He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge of the couch and just let it sit there for a moment, temptingly, as he still kept the skin pinched off, staring at me, watching my reaction. After what seemed like an eternity, he skinned his cock back and I got my first taste of his load. It was amazing. As his cockhead cleared the nasty confines of his foreskin, the pent up cum ran out like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked - everything he had said about me was true. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock - all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy nut of my college buddy around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his cum. He began to beat my face with his slimy cock, moving his cum all over my face before he released the back of my head long enough to take a few snapshots of his new pussy buddy. It barely registered in my frenzied brain that the doorbell was ringing.