Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 17:17:09 -0500
From: damackeynyc@gmail.com
Subject: Speech, Debate, Sex, and More. Part 1: The Price and General Juiciness of Georgia Peaches

Hello Nifty readers! This is my first foray into shorter length
erotica. I have written a few novel length pieces in the Sci-Fi/
High Fantasy M/M erotic Romance genre, currently editing and
rewriting before publication.

What you are about to read is series of short stories, each of
them meant to be separate in their own right, but still
chronological and involving the same 2-5 characters.

I would love any feedback you might have for me on style, voice,
general thoughts, sexiness, writing of sex etc. Anything really.
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As a side note, this series IS semi-autobiographical. A lot of
it did happen, some of it is embellishment, so take that as you
will.

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among
males.  If you are offended by such material, are too young, or
reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart.  Though not
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The Price and General Juiciness of Georgia Peaches

By D.A. Mackey


     My 17th birthday was off to a rousing start. Who doesn't
want to spend the evening before a momentous day trapped inside
an international airport in Charlotte, North Carolina, waiting
for the announcement as to whether the freak snow storm
currently pelting the entire East Coast is going to mean you
lose your hard-earned spot at the National Speech and Debate
Finals in Boston? And to be in the company of eight other nerds,
misfits, and outcasts from my highly prestigious private school,
overseen by the completely apathetic and obviously furious
Spanish teacher, Ms. Gonzales, had made the entire experience
thus far, memorable.
     I resigned myself to the inevitable waiting, pushed my ear
buds further in my ears, all the while hoping the podcasts would
drown out the incessant hum of the fluorescent lights, and
settled into a very uncomfortable chair to go over my notes on
the several possible debate topics. My attention only remained
intact for only a moment. My classmates proved to be much more
interesting fodder for my distracted thoughts than the pros and
cons of "limiting the scope and reach of the fifth amendment to
the US Constitution."
     A group of three girls, all sophomores, sat facing each
other cross-legged on the grey carpet. The Humorous
Interpretation girls, a.k.a theater chicks.  I had watched them
rehearse, both together and individually over the course of the
semester, and still each of their 2-minute "comedy" pieces,
usually fell pretty flat. The novel setting of the Charlotte
International Airport did nothing to elevate their talents
today.
     Across from me, mirroring each other in an almost
otherworldly fashion, were the Alexander twins, James and
Jonathan. They were freshmen, newly arrived from the mythical
part of campus called, "The Middle School." Their arrival at
"The Upper School" had taken little noticeable effect on the
pair. They remained at each other's sides, rarely spoke to
anyone else, earned near perfect scores in everything they did,
ate lunch together, and, true to form, joined the Speech and
Debate team in the Duo Interpretation event.  Their ten-minute
repertoire was actually rather impressive. They had had their
entire lifetimes to get in synch and it showed in their
performances.
     Walking along the floor-to-ceiling windows like a small
pride of supremely nervous lions stalking their prey, two well-
coifed and serious Juniors, one male and one female, nearly
paced holes in the carpet as they studied the papers held in
their hands. Every now and again, one or both of them would look
up at the ceiling and begin talking to themselves, asking things
like, "what is the motivation!? I can't just say something
without motivation! It won't be true! Real!"
     I loved watching the Dramatic Interpretation people.
Especially when they were preparing their Shakespeare. Everyone
always thinks they will be able to find a new and un-boring way
to perform Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet that the judges won't fall
asleep a quarter of the way through. At this point, it's all
been done. That's why I chose Policy Debate. It is simple, to
the point, objective, and constantly relevant, and supremely
logical. All of which, worked for me.
     The wild card of our group was the newest member, Daniel.
A senior, like me, he joined the team at the behest of the
lacrosse coach, Mr. Whalen, essentially for the extra credit it
provided. Apparently, Daniel was not doing well in his English
classes, so the rumor went; he needed the credit in order to
avoid summer and school after graduation in May.
     Not that I was complaining. Not at all.
     Daniel was a welcome change of pace after three-and-a-half
years of the bottom rung of the high school social ladder. It
was interesting to observe one of the "gods of the school" up
close and personal. To nerds, it was like observing a
particularly interesting science experiment, but in your own
comfort zone.
      Normally, my interaction with the jock set was reserved
for the occasional tutoring session or the odd bullying incident
here and there. I was decently physically coordinated, as far as
that goes for a nerd, so I avoided most of the worst locker room
high jinks. But intelligence will always be targeted, even in a
private school with a 100% graduation rate and a price tag to
match. An academic scholarship student, I did my best to stay
out of trouble; for the most part, the jocks obliged. There were
others on the speech and debate team who had received far
harsher treatment than I.
     Daniel had been quiet since we arrived at the airport. He
had taken the previous three flight delay announcements with
little evident care.  His blue and green backpack was stashed
between his feet and he had been reading, unmolested, for the
past hour. Jane Austen, of all things. I assumed it must have
been an assigned reading for some class.
     He was short, only five seven, and compact. While he was
solid muscle, (his biceps stretched his black polo shirt rather
drastically) he didn't appear bulky. And he seemed much more
mature than his 17 years could account for. He had a five
o'clock shadow at all times and his arms and legs were covered
in thick black hair, not too much, but certainly a tribute to
his Sicilian heritage. One of the perks of going to a small
private school is you know nearly every minute detail about
everyone else's family, including if they were Sicilian. His
black hair was cut short but messily styled on the top and his
brown eyes were large and intent.  In short, he wasn't your
every day jock type. Or maybe it was just the Jane Austen
clouding my judgment.
     "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please.
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please."  The
unidentifiable voice on the intercom carried only a few yards
past the ticketing stand, but everyone turned to listen.
     "We here at Delta regret to inform you that Flight 354 to
Boston International has been cancelled due to inclement weather
both here in Charlotte, and at the destination. Please accept
our apologies and form and orderly line behind the counter to
reschedule and rebook flights and other arrangements. Thank you,
and again, we apologize for the inconvenience."
     Well, fuck.
     The past five hours of delay had been a waste, and now we
weren't even going to make our flight. Which meant there was a
distinct chance that we were going to miss the check in time for
the team and be disqualified from winning any awards. We would
be allowed to compete and perform, but on a feedback level only.
We couldn't win or lose points or events. Even if we were deemed
the best in the round, the actual winner would be the second
place person.
     All because of the goddamned snow. Whose idea had it been
to schedule an event in the middle of February in Boston?!
Haven't people watched the news? Boston is a hellhole in
February!
     Ms. Gonzales told us to stay put while she figured out what
was happening. The bus driver had returned to the school hours
ago, so driving home was going to be an issue, even if the roads
were navigable. Given the relative infrequency of snow below the
Mason-Dixon line and the spotty, at best, record of plowing and
salting major highways, automotive travel of any kind seemed
unlikely.  Most of us lived an hour away or more.  A few minutes
later she retuned with an envelope and some disappointing news.
     "Okay," she began, the exhaustion evident in her voice,
"we've been booked on a flight at 7:15 AM. That's the earliest
we can get, but that means we will miss the 8:30 check in in
Boston. So, I'm sorry folks, but we won't be bringing back any
trophies this time around. We have vouchers for five rooms at
the Holiday Inn and a van has already taken our luggage there.
So, pair up. We will be staying overnight. I've already called
the school and they have informed your parents so be ready for a
call when you get settled. Everyone up! Come on, we got an early
morning!"
     The Theater Chicks quickly asked if they could all room
together as a threesome and were given permission. The twins
were a done deal before the option was available. Since there
was an extra room, the Dramatic Interpretation kids each got
their own room, which was all for the best considering the
pacing and out-loud verbal acting games likely to take place
until the wee hours of the morning. Ms. Gonzales wedged into the
female actresses room.
     Good luck Ms. Gonzales.
     That left Daniel and me.
     "Looks like that just leaves the two of us," Daniel
mumbled.
     "Yeah, guess so," I replied nonchalantly. 'must be weird
for you to not be picked first, huh?"
     I don't know why I said it. Perhaps I was just trying to
lighten the mood with a little sarcasm. To my surprise, Daniel
shot me a crooked smile.
     "A little," he said as he hoisted his backpack onto his
shoulders and made his way out of the terminal behind the
others. I followed and did my best to ignore the blood pounding
in my ears.
     The Holiday Inn was exactly like you'd expect a Holiday Inn
to be. Unremarkable and ordinary in every way. Daniel retrieved
the room key card from Ms. Gonzales and handed me the spare.
Considering we would only be here for a grand total of nine
hours, I wondered in what circumstance I would actually need an
extra key, but I took it from him without comment.
     Everyone mumbled their 'goodnights' and 'see-you-in-the-
morning's' as they slid their key card into the electronic locks
and shuffled into their respective rooms, their recently
retrieved luggage rolling behind them.
     I followed Daniel into the room and flipped on the lights.
The Queen sized beds and large TV were as to be expected.
     "I'm exhausted." Daniel offered to the room, not really
aiming his remark at me. "I'll take the bed closest to the
window, if that's alright."
     "Fine." I couldn't have cared less where either of us
slept.
     Daniel unzipped his backpack, retrieved a black leather
toiletries bag from the large pocket, and headed towards the
bathroom door.
     "I'm gonna get ready for bed."
     "Cool." I sat on the bed and crossed my legs in front of
me, searched for the remote control and began flipping through
the channels. I had to do something while I waited for Daniel to
finish in the bathroom so I could do my own nightly routine
before sleep.
     My mind went blank as I flipped through the nineteen
available options. Of course, nothing was interesting, so I
settled on the T.V Guide channel and let the constant blue
scroll of options lull my mind to quiet. The faucet in the
bathroom made quick splashing sounds every now and then. I was
thinking of some minute detail of constitutional law when the
bathroom light flicked off. The change in ambiance startled me
from my reverie.
     Daniel entered the room with his toiletries bag in hand,
and his black polo shirt slung over one now-bare shoulder.  He
walked slowly towards his bed, crossing in front of the T.V. I
hoped my eyes were not bugging out of their sockets. I never
stared so hard at a pointless T.V Guide screen in all of my
life. I could have counted the pixels I was concentrating so
hard on not looking at him as he crossed the room.
     Even in my peripheral vision, Daniel was impressive. His
chest was sculpted and mounded out in front of him, covered with
well-trimmed black hair like the rest of his body. His nipples
were dark, small, and erect. They fit his shorter frame. His
chest and shoulders were broad, but not so much that they made
him look square or squat. His stomach was taught and flat, with
the outline of abdominals evident beneath the olive skin. His
body hair made a dark line down their center, connecting to his
"happy trail." It was as if his entire body was specifically
designed to lead your eyes to his crotch. The slight 'V' of his
obliques greatly aided the illusion.
     He still wore his well fitting jeans, but had removed his
belt, which he piled with his polo on the floor.
     "I have to do my routine," he said. "I hope you don't
mind."
     "Go ahead," I said. "I'm gonna brush my teeth anyways."
     I grabbed my carry on from the floor and did my best not to
rush to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The cold
water as I washed my face was a welcome relief.  When I flicked
off the lights and returned to the room, I was unprepared for
what I saw.
     Daniel was doing crunches at the foot of his bed He made
them appear effortless. I must have stopped dead and stared
because he halted his workout and looked at me, his arms still
locked behind his head.
     "You alright?" he asked from below me.
     "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting
that." I did my best to laugh it off.
     "I'm mostly done anyway." He lifted himself from the floor
and did a small shake to loosen his joints. His chest bounced
when he landed and my mind reeled.
     I cleared my throat and threw my carry on into a corner.
     "Oh shit!" Daniel exclaimed from behind me. "I'm an idiot,
I'm so sorry!"
     "What?!" I asked, concerned. "What happened?"
     "I didn't even think about it. I just came out here
shirtless and all that and didn't even think if it would make
you uncomfortable. Dude, I... I'm so sorry. I'll get a shirt
real fast?"
     "What? No, don't be sorry. You can do whatever you want." I
offered.
     "You sure?"
     "Yeah. Of course."
     "Okay. I didn't want...I mean, I know you're...well, you
know...everyone knows that... It's not like you didn't say it
yourself'so it's not gossip, I don't gossip. My mom taught me
never to gossip, so I don't, but I mean?"
     "Holy shit, are you nervous or something?" I laughed. He
was seriously flustered.
      I had gotten so used to it by now, I forgot how strange it
was for some people.
     "Yes, I'm gay. Doesn't make me all that different."
     Daniel relaxed visibly and smiled. He had a beautiful
smile.
     "Good." He offered. "I wouldn't want you to think that I
was--"
     "What? Hitting on me?" I asked. I knew full well that's not
what he was trying to say, but still I loved to watch the shock
hit his expression. It made me chuckle.
     "No! Not that--I mean I wouldn't want you to think that I
was, I don't know...making fun of you, or something... Cause I'm
not."
     "Good. Glad to hear it."
     I pulled back the covers, if a piece of what appeared to be
flexible patterned cardboard could rightly be called covers.
Behind me I heard Daniel do the same.
     "Just treat me the way you would anyone else. Any other
guy," I said.
     "Cool."
     To this day, I'm not sure why I did what I did next. Maybe
I sensed something from Daniel; maybe it was the hormones of a
boy who would be 17 in a few short hours.  But I said:
     "Not that I don't like what I see." My back was too him and
I waited for the blowback. Silence mocked me for a few seconds,
seconds in which I could hear my heart in my skull and I busied
myself with adjusting the limp excuses for pillows on my bed.
     "Thanks. I do work at it."
     Oh, thank god.
     "That much is obvious." I offered. I turned and sat on the
edge of my bed, facing Daniel and finally brought up the courage
to look directly at him. He was even more impressive head on.
     "Thanks," he said again.
     "I wouldn't mind looking like that." I said as I pointed at
him. Daniel busied himself with his own pillows but lifted his
eyes to smile at me. "How do you even get that way? I can't
imagine."
     Daniel's small smile spread into a wide grin. He placed his
hands on his hips and straightened to his full height. Before I
knew what was happening, first his left pec and then his right
flexed and jumped before me. My eyes must have popped because
Daniel erupted in a fit of laughter. I felt my face reddening
and I dropped my eyes to my knees.
     When his laughter subsided, he giggled at me as he said:
"You don't have a bad body yourself, dude. It wouldn't take too
much to turn you into a jock."
     I wasn't sure if he was kidding me or if there was kernel
of kindness to what he said. What I saw in the mirror every
morning was the very definition of average. I was five foot ten,
weighed about 155, had little muscle tone, but I wasn't super
skinny or even close to chubby. I had a softness to me that
spoke of being on the cusp between childhood and adulthood. I
shaved every third day. My hair was blonde and of medium length
and decently cut and styled. My clothes were normal and average,
not name brand but not Wal-Mart either.  I had been told that my
blue eyes were very pretty, but other than that, I never
considered myself anything other than normal, average, and
everyday. Especially when compared to someone like Daniel.
     "I highly doubt that." I shot back, trying to brush off his
possible compliment.
     "No really. You could. You have a good starting point. I
could show you, if you want."
     "Really?" I allowed myself the small option of hoping that
this jock boy was actually offering me a token of friendship and
compliment.
     "Sure. If you want."
     I smiled. I couldn't help it. This was a rarity for my
kind.
     "Yeah. I'll definitely think about it," I said and bent
down to untie my shoes.
     I unzipped my suitcase and fished out my flannel pajama
bottoms. My hoodie and jacket I piled on the floor with my shoes
and stripped off my tee shirt to reveal the black tank top I
wore as an undershirt nearly every day. Different one's of
course. I'm a nerd, not a slob.
     "Um, can I ask you something?" Daniel's voice caught my
attention.
     "Shoot." Jesus. That sounded idiotic coming from me.
Thankfully, Daniel made no comment on it.
     "So I, uh, usually I sleep naked," he stammered out. I
raised my eyes to meet him. He had unbuttoned his blue jeans and
held them up with one hand. "I always have. Even when I was
little. Don't know why. Do you mind?"
     "No." I blurted out. I hoped I hadn't replied too quickly
and betrayed too much interest in the prospect of a naked boy
mere feet from me.
     "I have a jock, if you want." He added.
     "Do whatever you'd like." I said.
     "Cool. Thanks." Daniel bent down and grabbed something from
his suitcase and headed towards the bathroom.
     When he returned it took all of my earthly strength not to
choke on my own tongue. Daniel now wore only a white cotton
jockstrap, the kind with the wide elastic belt at the waist. The
pouch stretched out nicely in front of him. His thighs were
massive and toned and dusted in the same black hair as his chest
and arms.
     As he passed my bed, the view of his ass made my mouth go
dry. It was high and tight and showed the evidence of years of
playing sports. His entire lower body looked ready for heavy
lifting, long running, and any number of highly athletic
achievements. His skin was deeply tanned, even for the winter,
olive complected. If he'd been more than five seven he would
have been the definition of tall dark and handsome. His ass
cheeks and broad back were the only places I'd seen on his body
that lacked any amount of hair.
     Before I could say anything, Daniel threw himself face
first onto his bed and crossed his arms under his head as he
turned to look in my direction. He chuckled a little bit.
     "Well, I'll take that look as a compliment," Daniel offered
slyly.
     "Um. Yeah." That was literally all I could manage.
     "I've always thought I had a nice ass, ya' know." Daniel
craned his neck to try and look at his own rear end from his
prostrate position. "What do you think?"
     "What do I think?" I asked, stunned. "Are you serious?"
     "Yeah. As a gay dude, what do you think?"
     "I think you're ass is'spectacular."
     Daniel favored me with a wide smile.
     "Thanks. Amy never seems to care for the ass. Never touched
it once. Never mentioned it."
     Ah, the girlfriend. Amy. Amy was a junior, of the popular
variety. She played field hockey and she was a cheerleader for
both football AND basketball. She was also, in my opinion, an
insufferable idiot of the highest caliber.
     "Well, I can attest, it my official capacity as a gay man,"
I joked, "that you, Daniel, have a great ass. I would venture to
say it is your best feature."
     Daniel laughed at this and I smiled without meaning to.
     "But you haven't seen all of my features." Daniel said
quickly. He turned onto his back, pressed his hips and his
package into the air, shuffled his feet under the covers and
reached to turn off the light, all in the space of a heartbeat.
     As the light clicked and sent the room into darkness,
Daniel settled himself into his bed.
     "At least, you haven't yet," he continued. "Night."
     In the darkness, my jaw rested on my chest.
     "Night." I croaked through a dry throat that had suddenly
forgotten how to speak.
     It could have been five minutes or five years that passed
in the dark silence that night. I can't tell you. Because my
mind was mush. I couldn't have focused on anything at that
moment if you'd paid me.  I tried to make sense of everything
that had just happened but kept coming back to the fact that not
four feet away from me was a mostly naked boy who knew I was
gay, seemed okay with it, and unless I had been imagining
things, had hinted at flirting with me. Perhaps he was just
getting off on torturing the class fag. That had to be it. But,
somehow, from the little time I'd spent with him, I just
couldn't believe that Daniel would be the kind of guy to play
that game. But I had to be certain.
     Certainty presented itself after a while. I didn't even try
to get to sleep, I just listened as Daniel flipped and tossed
and turned in the bed across from me. It was obvious he was
having difficulty getting comfortable. His distracted and
increasingly frustrated sighs broke the silence at shorter and
shorter intervals. Finally, his fists pounded the bed.
     "Fuck it." He said determinedly. "I just can't. Dude,
sorry. Are you awake?"
     "You expected me to sleep through those acrobatics over
there?" I quipped.
     "Sorry. Listen, don't take this the wrong way, I don't mean
anything, but I can't get to sleep unless?" He paused and sighed
and continued his thought in a rush, "Unless I jerk off or cum."
     The words "jerk off or cum" hung in the air. What was I
supposed to say to that? Say yes, and I appear like I might
enjoy his self-sexual pleasure in my presence and come off as
the typical gay guy after the straight dick. Say no, and be the
ass hole that didn't let his roommate sleep. But he made the
offer, right? He put this out there.
     "Is that okay?" Daniel posited again to the deafening
silence.
     In the dark, I gathered myself and said, 'sure."
     The sounds of a boy pleasuring himself are unmistakable and
highly erotic. My own cock swelled as I listened to the soft
rustle of the blankets and the low long breaths of my companion.
I pictured his muscles tensing and relaxing, each in turn, as
his rough fingers circled his hairy cock and pumped himself
towards release and waiting sleep.
     The sounds began to get wetter as his tool released it's
own lubrication.
     "Do you have any lotion?" he asked suddenly, low and
breathy, his voice almost a whisper.
     "What?" I asked, pretending not to hear him and do
everything I could to continue to stare at the ceiling and not
direct my voice by turning my head towards him.
     "Lotion?" he asked again. "Do you have any? It helps and I
can finish faster."
     Why in god's name did he think I would care if he finished
faster? For all I cared, he could marathon this session for
hours on end and he would get no complaints from this gay nerd.
But I said none of that.
     "Sure." I got up and searched blindly beside my bed for my
carry on bag. Where had I put it? After some fruitless seconds
of searching, it began to dawn on me what was about to happen.
     "Uh, I can't find my bag. I...uh. I need to turn on the
light," I said to the empty air.
     I expected to hear the covers rise to his neck, or perhaps
to hear him turn over onto his stomach to cover his erect
nakedness. Instead, he reached over and turned on the bedside
table lamp, bathing himself and the room in a deep, amber-yellow
glow.
     Daniel found my eyes and held my gaze for a moment. While
he did, his right hand twisted and pulled on his very erect and
very visible dick.  It was solidly hard with a thick vein
running along the underside. It pulsed in his grip and seemed to
curve slightly up, arching gently towards his face. His balls we
trimmed, as was the rest of him, but they hung between his
opened legs and pooled on the bedspread beneath.  As he jerked
himself and looked at me, he raised an eyebrow.
     "Have you ever seen one?" he asked.
     "A penis?" I asked, placidly, attempting to remain calm.
"Yes, I've seen my fair share of dicks, thank you very much.
But?"
     "Never seen an uncut cock before." Daniel finished my
thought.
     And that was the truth. Daniel's seven-inch prick still had
a generous foreskin attached. In the very protestant South, that
was a rarity. I had never seen an uncut cock outside of online
porn before. I watched as his well-defined cock head appeared
and disappeared under the silken tanned skin as he tugged. It
was effortless, gliding out and in and glistening with his clear
pre-cum. Coupled with his ample balls, always a big turn on of
mine, his entire package was a near perfect combination of
lustful perfection and sexual mystery.
     "Only in porn." I said, thankful that my voice didn't
crack. I don't know where I found the strength, but I tore my
gaze from Daniel's show and retrieved a tube of hand lotion from
my carry on. Clearing my throat I walked towards the center
aisle between our beds and stood near to his knees. I held out
the tube in my hand and did my best to avert my eyes to
something that must have been extremely fascinating about the
wallpaper.
     "Something more interesting on the wall?" Daniel asked with
amusement. He reached forward and grabbed the tube of lotion
from me with his left hand.
     "Hmm?" I asked, still staring.
     "You can look at at it, if you want," he said, "I don't
mind."
     I slowly slid my gaze from the wall and down the length of
his body and finally rested on his cock clenched in his fist.
Daniel tensed his abs and flexed his legs a little. I swallowed
hard against the rising lump in my throat, not to mention my
pants.
     "What do you think?"
     "I think we have a winner." I said in a trembling falsetto,
attempting even now, on the brink of whatever this was, to be
humorous.
     Daniel chuckled and stroked his pole.
     "You can touch it. I mean, if you've never seen an uncut
cock before."
     He gently shook his meat, as if offering me a bribe.
Apparently, my body wanted to take that bribe. My knees melted
beneath me and I sank slowly to the edge of his bed. My right
hand reached forward as if on strings and reached for his cock.
     The electric tingle when you first make contact with
another person's skin is addictive. The warmth of him raced
through my palms as my fingers closed around his girth, his
trimmed rough hair tickling my skin as it brushed his base. The
skin slid softly in my grip, smooth and silky to the touch. It
seemed if I so much as twitched reflexively, the skin moved over
his cock like water in reaction. It was amazing. I watched as
his cock head disappeared when I pulled upwards and then gently
unrolled his foreskin on the down stroke. I traced his head with
my thumb and gently rubbed some of his pre-cum into the soft
underside of his shaft.  Daniel's breath caught in his chest and
he tensed.  The slow release of breath when I eased back was
highly satisfying to my ego.
     I continued to slowly jerk Daniel's cock, completely
engrossed in the scene before me. His balls lifted gently from
the bed when I pulled up and pooled again when I released back
down. The motion hypnotized me when Daniel's voice shook me.
     "Holy fuck, dude!"
     My hand sprung from his cock as if burned.
     "What? Sorry, did I do something wrong?" I was panicked and
instantly terrified. I had seen this play out before. I was
about to get the shit beat out of me.
     "No. No. That's amazing, I mean, Jesus." He pointed with
his right hand at my crotch.
     The front of my pajama bottoms was tented several inches in
front of me, my cock head straining the fabric and dark pool
spreading rapidly from my slit.
     "That thing is--Jesus, it's gigantic."
     I rubbed at my cock and did my best to push it down and to
the side in order to cover it with my arm. At least hold it
down.
     I made a string of nervous mumbles and breaths.
     "Take it out."
     "What?"
     "Come on. It's only fair. You've seen mine. I should be
able to see yours."
     His logic was sound, I had to admit. Wasn't that exact
thing one of the Ten Commandments all the church ladies talked
about? I'm sure it is.
     "I thought I was the gay one." I joked. Daniel laughed.
     "If that's anything like the covered version," he said
intimating my poorly concealed erection, "then it's not gay in
the slightest. It's simple human curiosity. Who wouldn't want to
see the worlds largest cock, gay or straight, boy or girl?"
     Again, his logic astounded me. Or at least agreed with my
hormones.
     I reached beneath my elastic and yanked my pants down below
my balls. My cock arched in the yellow light between us. As if
on cue, a drop of pre-cum leaked from my dick and made an ever-
thinning line as it dropped to the carpet between my feet.
     "Oh, my god." Daniel breathed. Without warning, his rough
fingers grabbed at my cock. The shock of his touch knocked the
air from my lungs and my vision blurred for an instant. Daniel
didn't seem to notice.
     "That has to be damn near ten inches!" he exclaimed.
     "Nine-and-three-quarters," I nearly panted as his thumb
explored the rim of my now extremely engorged dick.
     "And thick as a coke can, too!" He was like a kid in a
candy store.
     "Six-and-a-half inches around," I offered.
     "Jesus," he said again.
     "You can just call me David," I joked pathetically.
     Daniel smiled at my attempt.
     "I've never seen one so big."
     I took his distraction over my cock as an opportunity to
redouble my own efforts on his uncut member.  I tried to be
nonchalant as I began to jerk him again, as if this kind of
thing happened to me everyday.
     "You've seen a lot of cocks, have you?" I asked, genuinely
curious.
     "A few. A couple of the guys from the lacrosse team every
now and then.  And football. Sometimes soccer and Baseball.
Sometimes we jerk off together after games and on the road and
stuff."
     He said it as if he were discussing the price and general
juiciness of the peach crop in Georgia last summer. Oh, ya know,
a bunch of straight guys who torment anyone perceived to be
different from them, including gay kids, whip out their dicks
and jerk off together every second Tuesday. No big deal. My
world was turned upside down. I always thought and imagined it
was true, but to get confirmation was delicious irony and
vindication rolled into one. Daniel's confession didn't seem to
affect him in the slightest. He continued to slowly jerk my
cock, sending spasms down my spine as he increased the pressure
of his grip.
     "And yet, I'm the one getting bullied for being queer?" I
asked between spasms, maintaining my grip on his cock and
increasing my speed to match his own.
     "Trust me, I'll work on that. With them. Promise."
     With his fist around my dick I would have trusted him with
anything, but somehow I knew he would remain true to that
promise. I hoped so.
     "Are you a shooter?" he asked me after a moment.
     He adjusted himself onto one elbow, giving him a wider arc
for his jerking. He could twist his wrist now as he drew back,
which sent new waves through me.
     "Yeah."
     "Me too. Every time. I cover my chest."
     "That's gotta be messy." I tried to say. I may have
actually said it through the haze of pleasure.
     "Especially when I play with my hole."
     Again, like discussing the weekly coupons at the Bi-Lo.
This boy knew how to bury the lead. He should be an undertaker
he was so good at it.
     "When you what?" I ask, daring him to repeat it, hoping
that he would.
     "When I play with my ass. Senior on the team showed me a
few years ago. You know, right? I mean, it feels...incredible,
right?"
     Who was I disabuse a young boy who enjoyed ass-play? I was
just going to count my blessings. Something about a gift-horse.
     "Yeah, I know. I just didn't know you would know. Glad you
approve. With an ass like yours I bet it's a one of a kind
experience for all concerned."
     Daniel smiled.
     "Do you wanna chat some more or do you wanna cum?" he
asked, lightly biting his lower lip.
     I answered his question my tightening my grip on his cock.
He moaned a little. With my free hand I felt my way up his abs,
feeling them tense beneath my fingers. I grabbed at his chest,
clenching the heavy muscle in my firm grip. I pinched his nipple
and twisted hard. His eyes jerked closed and his body spasmed,
pushing his hard cock through my fist as his hips bucked into
the air.
     "So you like that?" I teased.
     He nodded, eyes still closed.
     I pinched it again and he reacted in kind. My hand moved to
his balls, still bouncing in time to my rhythmic jerking. I
cupped them and roll them, feeling their heft in my palm. My
finger pressed lightly on his perineum, slowly sliding towards
his hole. As I press, his legs opened and his knees came up. His
hips rotated toward me, inviting me to travel further. His skin
was hot and his breath came in shorter pants. I slid my finger
between his cheeks and pressed gently on his hole. It was warm
and pushed back against my touch with a gentle pulse.
     When I made contact, Daniel's head fell to the pillow.
     "Oh, fuck yes." He breathed.
     I chose that moment, to lean forward and take his cock in
my mouth. I felt his skin slide over my tongue as I guided a
good four inches of him down my throat. I ran my tongue across
his head as I exposed its delicate skin in my mouth. Daniel's
fingers immediately wound themselves into my hair and held me.
It seemed as if he wanted to keep me there, push me down further
onto his cock, and pull me off, all at the same time.
     "I--I--" he stuttered.
     I gently sucked the pre-cum from his cockhead as I raised
myself from his lap.
     "Just lay back and shut up, or I'll stop and you can do it
on your own, okay?"
     My spit had wet his cock generously so I used it to further
enhance my jerking as I spoke. He nodded silently. It was a
great moment of joy for me to look him in the eyes as I
swallowed his rod and watch as they rolled back into his skull.
     The more I bobbed on his cock, the deeper I pushed him
inside. My hands explored the planes of his chest, the bulges of
his biceps and forearms. Soon, I was able to take his entire
length, resting comfortably. Each time, I would tense the
muscles of my throat, felt as his cock pulsed. And for Daniel's
part, he was babbling incoherently and grabbing at handfuls of
the covers for leverage.
     I kissed my way down his cock, lapping at the free-flowing
precum he released in an almost constant stream. I took first
one and then both of his balls in my mouth. They filled it
perfectly. I pulled gently with them still inside and sent
Daniel on a stream of high-pitched babbles punctuated by curse
words.
     As I continued down, Daniel took his cue and raised his
knees to his chest. All it had taken was a little deep throating
and one finger and a straight jock was exposing his hole to me.
I kissed and pressed firmly on his taint. He knew where I was
going next, but I don't think he was prepared.
     He tasted clean and masculine.  His reaction was quiet but
evident and intense. He tenses under my tongue but I continued
my assault until he loosed. His hands firmly pushed my head
down, coaxing me to go further, deeper. I obliged him.
     "Oh, shit. Oh my god, dude. How?" He pushed me down harder,
pulled my tongue into him as I darted in and out.
     "Finger me."
     To be truthful, in that moment, I didn't want to ask him if
he was sure. So I didn't. I just pushed my middle finger gently
against his hole and wondered as he relaxed.  I slid inside him
with ease. One knuckle and then two disappeared. Daniel breathed
deeply and his cock twitched in the air between us. When he grew
accustomed to it, he began to gently thrust his hips towards my
hand, slowly riding my finger back and forth.
     "Oh, fuck. Another."
     I didn't hesitate. I lowered my index finger when he pulled
himself off. When he pressed back down, his ass opened over both
my fingers. He was so tight but he adjusted quickly. I crooked
my fingers upwards, searching for his spot and found it. His
dick jumped and his breath left him in a gasp when I pressed. I
watched as he slowly returned from the high and pressed his hips
more firmly into my hand.
     "One more. Please."
     A third finger joined my two and pressed inside of him. His
eyelids fluttered and his breath was ragged and gasping. I
arched all three fingers and adjusted the girth inside him, his
hole throbbing and squeezing my digits in time to his rapid
heartbeats.
     "Oh shit! Do it again. Again!" He is begging, truly needing
me to do as he asks.
     I stretch my fingers gently upwards inside of him. In rapid
motion I drum all three fingers along his prostate.
     I almost didn't have time to catch his load. His huge balls
pulled up tight to his body. I dove towards his cock, mouth
opened and caught the first jet of his cum on my face and lips.
My fingers continued to play his prostate in quick jabs as jet
after jet of cum hit my throat. I swallowed all I could, but
even so, some leaked from the corners of my mouth.
     I slid my fingers from inside him and he sank slowly back
to the bed. I still held his rigid cock in my mouth. Gathering
up the last aftershocks of his orgasm, I swallowed every drop
before sucking his cockhead clean and licking any errant cum
from his shaft.
     Daniel breathed heavily for a minute. I didn't know what to
say, if anything, so I waited for him to speak.
     "That was incredible."
     "Yeah?"
     "Seriously. I've never--holy shit, dude. Thanks."
     "Welcome." I was sheepish and modest all of a sudden.
     "Wow."
     "Thanks."
     Regaining his energy in a flash, He suddenly vaulted onto
his knees beside me. His hands were on my shoulders and under my
arms at the same time, dragging and pushing me towards the bed.
In a flash, he had me flat on my back on his bed with him
squatting on his knees on the mattress beside me. His uncut dick
was just beginning to soften and hang between his massive
muscular thighs, and his balls were already hanging lower than
mere moments before, refilling for another round.
     "Now you get to cum." He sounded truly excited at the
prospect.
     I reached for my dick with my right hand, but Daniel caught
me by the wrist and pushed me away. He used his own hand to
slowly jerk me.
     "You're dick is so big." He whispered. Dirty talk.
     "Yeah." I said.
     "I want to see you cum. Are you gonna cum for me?"
     I had to hand it to the boy. Even at seventeen, he was a
master at picking up on what I liked. I had always been an
auditory learner.
     I could feel myself getting closer as he whispered and
jerked me with ever-faster motions.
     "Shoot your big load. Do you want to cum on me? You want to
shoot your load on my chest?"
     I could only nod. He somehow pulled me to my knees by my
cock and lay down on the bed beneath me. He positioned himself
so that I straddled his waist with my knees. He kept his eyes on
mine the entire time, my blue eyes and his brown locked as he
prepared to take my load.
     "I want you to cum, dude. Cum on my pecs. Shoot it all over
me." With his free hand he twisted his nipple and moaned. I
nearly lost it.
     "I'm...oh shit... I'm... It was coming and Daniel knew it.
     "Fuck dude, shoot your load. Give it to me. Cum for me.
Come on me. Fuck, dude. Yeah!"
     "Ahhhh."
     I unloaded four days worth of spunk into the air. I warned
him I was a shooter.  The first shot arched high and came down
in his hair and across his eyebrow and right eye, partially
blinding him. The second shot took him full in the mouth. By the
third, he had tilted his head away and the fourth and fifth jets
landed on his heaving chest, mixing with the course black hair
there.
     To my surprise, Daniel opened his mouth and licked his
lips, drawing in some of my cum.
     "Mmm. I thought you'd taste good."
      He jerked on my cock once more and then playfully patted
at my thigh and pushed me off of him. He was so much stronger
than me; it didn't take much to topple me over. I was treated to
a great view of his beautiful soft cock, surrounded my manly
hair and the perfect muscles, and his bubble butt as he
journeyed to the bathroom to clean up. The water began to run
and I heard him humming to himself distractedly.
     Quickly, I wiped my oozing dick on a discarded sock: his or
mine, we'll never know. I jumped across the aisle between our
beds and quickly covered myself to the neck. The bathroom light
shut off and Daniel contentedly walked back towards his rumpled
bed with a smile on his face and his beautiful uncut dick
swinging in the breeze.
     "What are you doing over there?" he asked as he climbed
beneath his covers.
     "Huh?"
     I heard him, but I wasn't sure what he was driving at.
     "Come on, get in here with me. It's a blizzard outside,
remember?"
     I certainly didn't recall him being worried about the
blizzard conditions in the city before I fingered him and he
took my cum in the face.
     "We have a heater." I said, pointing to the metal box near
the window.
     "I don't like dry heat." Daniel retorted. "And I like to
sleep with the window cracked."
     "I see."
     "Come on." He lay there naked in the yellow light and
scooted over, motioning to the open space near the center aisle
between our beds. And then the asshole actually flexed. As if
that would persuade me. Lucky for him, I was weak from
exhaustion and didn't have the energy to fight him on this. I
threw back my covers, hopped quickly out of bed and nestled
myself into his bed.
     The table lamp was switched off quickly and Daniel settled
in, only a few inches from my back.
     "Thanks." He whispered to me. The warmth of him behind me
was comforting and steady.
     "Thank you." I replied.
     I drifted off to sleep in no time.
     Boston was tomorrow. The pointless debates were tomorrow.
     Tonight was Daniel.
     What the hell was Daniel?