Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2019 18:42:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Boy Daddy Subject: BOY DADDY, Part 9 "Boy Daddy" -- Badgod69@yahoo.com The following is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. Please, consider donating to Nifty, and keep porn free. BOY DADDY, Part 9 Our motel's check-out time was 9 a.m., but I set the alarm for 6:30, like always. When it went off, I hit the snooze button and rolled over onto my side, facing Sam. He was still out like a light, a thin thread of saliva spilling from his half-open mouth. I looked at him closely, entranced by how handsome he was, and how eerily we resembled each other. But it was more than the physical resemblance; the similarities between us were growing and becoming more evident every day. Our tastes in music, movies, politics, girls, turn-ons, perversions, all sorts of things, were nearly identical. I reached for a smoke and lit up, still watching Sam sleep. He'd decided to grow a goatee a couple of weeks previously, but all he had to show for it was a light dusting of darkish peach fuzz over his upper lip and on his chin. It made him even more adorable, this feeble 15-year old attempt at a beard. I thought it was wildly sexy. Oddly, the hair in his armpits and crotch was lush and full for a kid his age. His legs were damned hairy, too, just like mine had been at 15. But I didn't get much facial hair either until I was about 20. Another instance of his taking after me. The alarm buzzed again, so I turned it off and roused my naked son by diving under the sheet and taking his semi-hard cock in my mouth. He moved his legs and grumbled something unintelligible, but my mouth got him fully awake, fast. He was smiling at me like an imp when I threw the sheet off my head and flopped down next to him. Tousled hair and sleep-swollen eyes gave him that little boy look that made me crazy. I loved looking at Sam when he first woke up -- a young boy, with a hairy cock that was nearly as big as mine. It always shocked me, in a very good way. Sam crossed his arms behind his head on the pillow, and I leaned over to smell his pits. He had a good funk already going. After the girls we'd brought back to our motel room last night had told us we stank, we had taken a quick shower, letting the hot water rinse off some of our sweat scent. But, of course, we hadn't used soap, so we already smelled sharply masculine early in the morning. "I'm starving," Sam said, his voice thick with sleep. "Let's eat, dude." "OK. The place we ate dinner last night is open 24/7. Let's get a real breakfast, come back and pack up, and then we'll hit the road," I said. "Sound good?" Sam sighed, shrugged one shoulder, and said, "I guess." I got out of bed and pulled on an old pair of sweatpants and my grungy t-shirt. You could clearly see the outline of my cock head through the sweatpants fabric, which was why I liked wearing them. My once-white socks were stiff and stinky but still perfectly OK for at least another day's wear. Sam pulled on his ratty sweat-shorts and a worn tank top. His half-hard cock was clearly visible through his shorts, the fabric even thinner than my sweatpants. We both had hoodies and put them on as we stepped out into the morning air. It was going to be a hot day, but it was chilly this early in the a.m. We ate like horses, both of us putting away more than we usually did in the morning. A night of partying and fucking gave us hearty appetites. After several cups of coffee to wash it all down, we walked back to the motel. It wouldn't have surprised me to see Elena and Lacy waiting for us in the Wendy's parking lot, even before 8 in the morning, but the lot was deserted. As if reading my thoughts, Sam said, "I'm glad they're not waiting for us, bro." "Huh?" "The bitches! I almost thought they'd be waiting for us when we came back from breakfast," he said. "It's too early to have to deal with them, so I'm glad they're not here." "Totally," I answered. Neither of us felt any need to take a shower, so we took turns on the toilet. Afterwards, like always, we washed our assholes with soap and a washcloth, a habit I had instilled in Sam years before. We stood together at the sink, naked, brushing our teeth. As we brushed, I started jerking off a few seconds after Sam started. We only took a break to rinse our mouths of toothpaste before going back to our morning jerk. I shot first. Feeling nasty-minded, I took Sam's toothbrush from him and handed him mine, and then aimed my dick at the bristles. When I came, my jizz covered the brush head and half of the handle. Sam laughed when he saw what I was up to and copied me. He combed his pubes with my toothbrush as he jerked into the home stretch, and then shot his load onto the bristles. I could see a few of his pubes entwined in the brush under a coating of pearly jizz. We stared at each other in the mirror, both of us grinning and bright-eyed. Handing our brushes back to each other, we brushed our teeth a second time, coating them with semen. I could almost feel the seediness of Sam's cum sticking between my teeth. Sam laughed and showed me his cum-slathered teeth before swallowing. "Wow, dude -- just, WOW. Perv on, bro!" Sam laughed again, smacking his lips. We got dressed and loaded our stuff into the truck. I paid our bill and checked out. Before we pulled out of the lot, we snorted a couple lines of coke to keep us awake on the drive. I had also rolled us some joints to smoke while we drove. Sam wanted to drive, so once we were close to the freeway entrance I pulled over and we swapped seats. Sam drove the first 100 miles or so. Both of us were oddly quiet as we got inexorably closer to home. We still had a good distance to go, but I sensed that we both wished we had been driving in the opposite direction. I reached over to Sam and clamped my hand on the back of his neck, giving it a comforting, brotherly squeeze. Sam turned his head to smile at me, but his eyes looked sad and distant. "What's up, bro?" I asked him. "Nothin'. I just don't wanna go home, that's all." "Yeah. I know, dude. Me, neither. But we have to or Mom will freak out. And I need to go back to work. And you, to school. Right?" There was no conviction in my voice. "Yeah, I guess. Sucks," he said. After a pause, he added, "I wish I had my own place and we could do whatever without having to worry about anything, you know?" "Huh. Yeah," I answered. But he got me thinking. "Speaking of Mom, I better call her and tell her where we are," I said. Jenny knew that Sam and I were going to be away for the holiday weekend. I'd told her some story about us taking a drive up the coast and stopping whenever we felt like it -- no clear destination, no sense of where we'd be, or when. All I had said was that I'd call periodically to let her know how we were doing. So far, I hadn't called once. When Jenny picked up, she sounded pissed off. She badgered me about not calling before, about being a day late already, and wanting to know exactly where we'd been and when we were getting home. I had my story rehearsed and ready and told it without a hitch. She calmed down and wanted to speak to Sam. Handing him the phone, I rolled my eyes and motioned for him to sound upbeat. As he talked to Mom, I hauled his dick out of his shorts and stroked it. He started laughing and told me to cut it out, then explained to Jenny what was going on. "J.J. `s squirting water at me," Sam said, then after a pause, "Mom said to knock it off, dude," snickering. Sam was handling everything right. Jenny was much calmer and friendlier when I got back on the phone with her. I was still jerking off Sam, who was now jerking me off, too. Wanting to cover any contingency, I told her that the truck had been acting up and that we might need to stop somewhere to get it repaired. There was nothing wrong with it at all, but I figured I'd buy us some time, even if we didn't use it. Jenny told me to be careful, we told each other "I love you", and then we hung up. "I'm gonna have to sleep with Mom for a few nights when we get back, bro," I said. "It's been a while since I slept in our room, and she's gotta be horny for dick by now. And I wouldn't mind getting more pussy after the weekend we've had!" "OK, then I wanna watch you fuck," Sam said, grinning at me. "I like watching you fuck. Even Mom." "All right. Awesome, that'll be fun! Let's figure out a way for you to get a good view," I said. "Hell yeah..." Sam growled. We got as excited as two little kids over a new toy while we discussed various devious ways for Sam to watch me fuck Mom, aiming for him to actually be in the room somehow. About 100 miles into the drive we had to take a piss, so we stopped at a roadside Denny's to use the toilet and eat another meal. Mostly, we were stalling, I think, still reluctant to resume our normal lives at home. I drove the rest of the way home. We hadn't gone too far after we left Denny's, maybe 10 miles or so, when I had a great idea. So, I asked Sam what he thought about it. "Dude, we should get a tattoo at the next town we come to. To commemorate all this. Something secret that only we'd know about, somewhere on our bodies where no one would think to look!" I was grinning like a demon, I couldn't help it. The thought of having matching tatts to celebrate Sam's Big Weekend (mine, too) gave me a pervy thrill. Sam's eyes lit up and he returned my huge grin. "Dude, that would be the absolute fuckin' BEST!" he shouted. "Oh my god, YES! We have to do it!" he added. I decided to take a detour and we headed towards Turlock. I was sure there'd be at least one tattoo place in town. By the time we arrived there, it was late morning. I asked at a gas station where a tatt parlor was located, and the young attendant gave me directions to a few different places. Tattoos seemed to be popular in Turlock. As we drove around looking for the street the guy at the gas station had told us to turn on, we got a better idea of what Turlock was like. To me, it felt slightly sinister, a breeding ground for alt-right types. Sam thought it just looked dry and boring. At last, we found the place recommended to us. It was a small shop, but nicely painted and well-maintained. There were two young dudes getting tatted when we walked in, and the girl at the counter greeted us laconically. "Hey. You guys want tatts?" she said, sounding bored but civil. "Yeah, we both wanna get the same small tatt to commemorate a special event," I answered. "Sure thing," the girl replied. "What's the design you want?" I handed her a napkin I had drawn the simple design on. It showed a circle pierced by two diagonal lines, like a divided V partially inside an O. But Sam and I knew its real meaning, having decided on it while we drove around Turlock looking for the shop. To us, it was a symbol of two dicks inside an orifice. The girl said, "What's it mean?" Sam answered, making up a story on the spot. We both loved doing this. "We were at this amazing UFO convention. It's a little spaceman head. Just something to remember it by." "Huh, cool," the girl said. "Where do you want it on your body?" she asked. I added to our made-up story. "Well, our church doesn't approve of tattoos, so it needs to go somewhere not visible to anyone, really. Or at least as unnoticeable as possible." "OK," she said. "So, like, where?" "On our upper thighs, like right at the crotch," Sam said. "OK, cool," the girl said. "Brian will work on you both, OK?" She led us to a free chair, and a few moments later a big, bearded guy came out of a back room. "Hey, I'm Brian," he boomed. "I'll be inking you." The girl explained to Brian what we wanted, and he nodded and said, "OK, that'll be fast and easy." The girl went back to the front counter. Brian leaned back in his chair and asked who wanted to go first. Sam volunteered before I could open my mouth, so Brian told Sam to take his pants off. Neither of us had on underwear, so I told the guy we always went commando. He laughed a bit and said, "No problem," as he stood up to draw a white curtain that screened us from the rest of the shop. Sam dropped his shorts and got into the chair. In the harsh white light, he looked like he was on a doctor's examination table. Brian shaved the area where the tatt would go. Sam's dick had shrunk and looked very small, which made me laugh. ."Bro, your dick looks tiny," I snickered. "Fuck off, dude," Sam laughed back. "Why would it look big? There's a needle aiming for it." That made Brian laugh, too. It only took a few minutes for the tatt to be applied. Sam kept his junk covered with his hands. I could tell he was feeling shy and embarrassed, having another guy so close to his stuff. But he took it like a man and didn't utter a sound of discomfort as the tatt gun marked him for life. When he was finished I stepped out of my sweatpants and took Sam's place in the chair, still moist and warm from his ass. As Brian tatted me, my cock started to bloat. Sam noticed immediately and turned away, laughing. "Jesus, dude, why?" he said. I laughed a bit, too. "It's not my fault, bro, it's just happening," I answered. Brian shrugged it off. "It happens. It's the vibration from the needle. No big deal, man, don't worry about it." So, I didn't. By the time my tatt was complete, my dick was mostly hard, throbbing and pulsing from the feel of the tatt gun. It was kind of thrilling, getting a hard-on that I didn't have to be responsible for. Brian kept his eyes focused on my thigh, never once glancing at my hard dick wagging inches from his face. In any case, it was over quickly. Brian told us how to take care of our new tatts while they healed, I paid and tipped, and we were back in the truck heading out of Turlock, delighted with our secret tattoos. "Good thing we weren't wearing our swaps," Sam said. "Damn, I wonder what the guy would've said if we had been," I laughed. "By the way, it's time for us to swap `em back again, dude. Get `em out of my backpack, will you?" Sam reached over the seat back and fumbled around until he found my backpack and pulled it over to his lap. He unzipped it and dug around until he hauled out two pair of well-worn briefs, stained and stiff and dingy as hell. "How are they doin'?" I asked him. Sam buried his face in them and inhaled. When he lowered them from his face he exhaled slowly, eyes closed and a smile on his lips. "Mmmm, they're gettin' good, dude. They're really starting to smell. Here," he said, handing me the wadded-up briefs. I clamped them to my nose, huffing them like they were poppers. My cock sprang up and lurched heavily inside my sweats. "Oh wow, bro. Yeah, they stink good. We should put `em back on right now, cuz we're both sweating like horses. By the time we get home, they'll be even better." Sam agreed, so I pulled over. We slipped out of our sweats, pulled our swaps on, then put our sweats back on over them. Soon we'd be able to smell their aroma from the heat of our bodies and the car. We were getting closer and closer to our town. The closer we got, the quieter we became. Both of us were preoccupied with our private thoughts. Mine were all about how reluctant I was to return home. I'm pretty sure Sam's were, too. After another hour or so, we pulled off the freeway and headed towards our neighborhood. Several blocks away from our street there was an old, fairly decrepit motel that must have been around for at least 50 years. I doubted that anyone had stayed in it in recent memory, and no one could imagine how they stayed in business. But the sight of it gave me an idea. As we passed it and approached our street, I slowed the truck down to a crawl, then spun the wheel and turned the truck around, heading back in the direction we had just come from. "What're you doing, dude?" Sam asked me. I didn't say anything, just drove us back to the old motel. When I pulled into the lot, Sam looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "I can't go home. Not yet," I said, staring straight ahead. "I need another day. We need another day alone, bro. Don't we?" I said quietly. "Hell yeah. More like another month," he said. Then, opening his door and stepping out of the truck, he turned to me and said, "C'mon. Let's check it out." And with that, he closed his door and turned to walk to the motel office. I quickly got out of the truck and followed him. The proprietor was an old lady who was very friendly. I was worried that we'd see someone we knew from town, but no one from town ever went near the place. I had never seen the old lady before, so I assumed she had never seen us, either. After the usual questions and chit-chat, we got our room key and quickly brought our stuff inside. It was a small room, but nicely maintained. Everything was old-fashioned and faded, but it was also spotless. It almost felt as though we had gone back in time to the 1950s. Sam flopped himself on the bed and stretched like a tiger. "Get those clothes off, dude," he said, as he kicked off his shoes and sent them flying off the end of the bed. His socks were stiff and filthy on the bottoms and their stink quickly reached my nose. "You fuckin' stink, bro," I said, screwing up my nose and laughing. Sam didn't say a word, just snorted out a short guffaw. I was naked in seconds, and lunged onto the bed next to Sam. We were both sweaty and damp, grimy and, by most people's standards, in need of a shower. I yanked Sam's sweat shorts and swaps off and tossed them aside as he whipped off his shirt. Last to go were our nasty socks. We peeled them off and aired out our sweaty feet. "Feels good to air everything out, huh?" Sam said, wiggling his toes. "We better open the window some," I said and got up to do it. "Let's smoke a joint," he said when I'd turned back to him. I tossed him my stash and told him to roll a fat one. Sam rolled masterful joints, almost better than I did. As we smoked out, we figured out where we'd go for dinner. There was a decent restaurant just off the next freeway exit. We could get there and back without being on the streets for long. My only hope was that we wouldn't run into anyone we knew while we ate. It felt like we were undercover as we made our plan, trying to anticipate all the ways we could get caught being back in town before we wanted anyone to know we were back. It was kind of fun, but also dispiriting. No one likes hiding out. That done, I rolled another joint and we smoked again. Now nicely blazed, I knew Sam would want to mess around, just like I did. The only question was who would make the first move. It was Sam. He pushed my arm aside and buried his face in my stinking pit. He sniffed it for a couple of minutes while I jerked him off, then started licking it over and over until it was soaked with his saliva. As I watched him, Sam continued licking my side and then moved up to my chest, biting my nipples hard, then licking and sucking them. He sniffed, nuzzled, and licked my entire body, face to feet, even getting in between my sweaty, smelly toes. Then he had me roll over onto my stomach so he could service my back side. I was hard, of course, so I couldn't resist slowly humping the bed while he ate out my sweaty ass. When he reached the back of my neck, he laid himself full-length on top of me, pinning me down. His heat and horniness were obvious from his hot, quaking breath, as he bit and licked the back of my neck and head. His rock-hard dick was firmly wedged in my ass crack as he humped me. Neither of us had said a word once we started in, but now he panted in my ear, "Let's fuck, bitch." It had become clear to me over the past few days that whenever Sam called me `bitch', it meant that I would be getting fucked. I thought it was cute. And sexy. And I was eager to be his `bitch' anytime he wanted my ass. There's little better than getting fucked by an insistent 15-year old boy, especially if you made him. Sam seemed to prefer fucking me doggy-style, so I brought my knees up and raised my hairy ass for him to maul. But he told me to turn over onto my back because he wanted to watch my face while he fucked me. So I did. Like a brazen whore, I spread my legs and displayed my hungry asshole to him. He was on and in me in seconds. He roared into my shitter so fast and hard that I didn't even have time to scream. By the time the pain registered in my body, Sam was already rabbit-fucking my hole, so fast and deep that I nearly passed out. Thus far, Sam hadn't much cared for the usual niceties when it came to easing his way into my ass. He gave no warning, there were no preliminaries, no gentleness or consideration. Just a pure instinct to fuck and cum. It was pretty breathtaking, to be honest. But I finally figured out that he was just a typical, over-sexed, horny teenager, thoughtless and selfish when it comes to busting a nut. I loved it. It thrilled me every time it happened. Sex also brought out a pronounced aggressive side to Sam that he otherwise never expressed. It wasn't about anger or power or sadism or any other psychological kink. It was simply an animalistic, instinctive drive to subjugate the one he was fucking. Primal. Very impressive. Sam kept his gaze fixed on my face, monitoring it for changes in expression and emotional fluctuations. I was in a frenzy of blurred emotions, some ecstatic, some demonic. "You fuck me so good, bro," I panted at him. "Yeah? Yeah? You love it when I rape your ass, bitch," he leered at me. But I pushed him off me as I told him to pull out for a second. I wanted to try something new and nasty. Sam backed up on the bed to watch what I was doing, his brow furrowed in dismay from being forced out of my shitter. But when he saw what I was doing, his eyes opened wide and his face cracked into a lascivious smile. I was relaxed enough now to be able to guide my semi-hard cock into my asshole. Once I was in, I told Sam to try to cram his dick back in. With a lot of effort and even more determination, he was able to do it, and to my surprise we were both able to fuck me. The sensation was incredible, and I knew I wouldn't last long before my balls exploded. Sam threw his head back and moaned, then forward, his hair obscuring his eyes as he roared out and shot his cum deep inside my ass. As soon as he started spurting, I shot my load, too. I had never felt so full in my life. Sam pulled out and wiped his slimy cock on my face. I could only smell our sex now, as if I was swimming in a pool of it. That mental image gave me the impulse to tell Sam to lay down while I crouched above him and bore down, pushing our loads out of my asshole and dripping onto his stomach. "Aw, fuck...you fucking sick bastard, that's fucking disgusting you fucking pig...Jesus, you perverted bitch, you're so fucking nasty, yeah, that's so sick, so fucking hot, dude..." Sam was impressed. Sitting down beside him, I ran my hands through the cummy mess and smeared it all over his chest, then used the rest to rub into his pubes and slather his cock and balls. I sucked his dick to savor our flavors. Not wanting Sam to miss out, I reached behind me and ran two fingers over my sloppy asshole, picking up a stray dollop of our cum and then sticking my mucky fingers in his wet, feverish mouth. "You're gonna smell so incredible later on," I said to him. Sam just gave a loud, contented sigh. We basked in our earthy sex stink, totally relaxed and stoned. The light from the window had shifted, and shadows were quickly filling the room. I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, then rolled off the bed and started pulling on my clothes. "Let's get some dinner, dude," I said, tossing Sam his sweat shorts and swaps. "Let's do a line of coke first," he said, pulling on his shorts and rummaging on the floor for his dirty shirt. "Yeah, good idea," I said. We each did a couple of lines, then left for the restaurant. No one we knew was there, so we ate leisurely and had a good, relaxing meal. After dinner we decided to see a movie that had opened that weekend, a film the whole family was eager to see. We'd have to see it again with the family in tow, pretending it was our first viewing, but we did stuff like this all the time. We were masterful at feigning first reactions to things we'd already experienced. The movie was pretty long, so by the time we got back to our room we were more than ready to smoke out. Sam uncapped the whisky bottle and took a few good swigs before handing it to me. Taking it from him, I said, "You partied hard this weekend, bro, harder than you ever have before. We'll both have to ease up though, now." "Yeah, I know," he croaked, his lungs full of weed smoke. Exhaling, he added, "I couldn't get this wasted every day, but it's awesome getting fucked-up with you, dude." I remembered to call Jenny to let her know where we were. When I explained about the truck breaking down outside of Modesto, she sighed but otherwise was OK with my fake story. I told her we'd be back early tomorrow. It was a good thing I'd be seeing the movie again, because I had been preoccupied with something during most of it and hadn't really been paying attention. Now I needed to tell Sam what I'd been thinking over. "Hey, bro, how would you feel about moving out and getting your own place? I'd move in with you, but it would supposedly only be for a couple of weeks until you got settled in. That way we wouldn't have to sneak around; you could bring girls home to fuck, and we could mess around whenever we felt like it," I said. "Dude, are you fucking with me? That would be awesome, but Mom would never let it happen," he said. "She'd be over there every day checking up on me and bugging you to come home." "I think I can get her to go along with it. I've got a plan, bro. But would you be into that? Being in your own place?" If he wasn't comfortable with the idea, I wouldn't push it. But I thought it could solve all our problems. "Hell yeah, I would," he said. "But how would I pay rent? I don't know anything about living on my own, I'm just a kid." "You wouldn't be on your own, bro. We'd be roommates, I'd teach you how to do all the stuff you'd need to do. It'd be hella fun, bro, just like this weekend but with no end." Sam was clearly excited by the idea, but I could tell he still thought it was only a fantasy, something that Mom would never go along with. But he also knew me well enough to know that when I was determined to make something happen, it always did. By now we were high as kites, so we stripped off our funky clothes and got ready for some fun. I told Sam to scoot to the edge of the bed and drop his head over it, then throw his legs up, his face level with my junk, his asshole right beneath my face. When he was in position, I ate out his ass while he licked my balls and sucked my dick. I admit I was kind of obsessed with Sam's ass. I had its taste, its fragrance, its hairy crack and hole in my head 24/7. It was the first thing I thought about in the morning, and the last thing before falling asleep at night. After I'd had my face buried in his steaming crack for a while, I figured I'd give him a taste of his own medicine. "OK, time to get bitch-fucked, punk," I said. Sam laughed and said, "You gonna rape my ass, bro?" I just grinned at him as he repositioned himself on the bed, flat on his back, hairy legs spread wide. Sam knew I couldn't resist his ass, and he flaunted it now, making his hole pucker up like lips hungry for a kiss. I didn't want to plunge into him, because I knew from experience that it would be too painful for a novice and I didn't want to do anything to ever make Sam leery of getting fucked. So I teased his hole with the head of my dick, smearing pre-cum all around it. I reached for the lube and greased my pole before inserting my lubed fingers in his ass. Once he was slicked, I eased into him slowly but firmly. The heat of his guts felt incredible on the skin of my sensitive prick. When I was in to the hilt, we made out, rough and sloppy and wet. I fucked him hard, ravenous in my lust for his ass. Sam was thrashing and writhing under me, as if he were trying to escape my cock. I pinned his wrists to the bed and fucked him even harder. Sam was crying out and moaning, delirious from the unrelenting thrusts of my hips. "C'mon, little bitch boy, milk my fuckin' cock with your ass," I growled in his face, biting and snapping at his lips and throat. I licked his chest and could taste the dried cum dump I had smeared all over him earlier. He tasted amazing. As I pumped into him, I could feel my balls prepare to erupt. A high-pitched whine escaped my throat and as I got closer to cumming it got louder. Neither of us cared how much noise we were making. We were beyond caring about what anyone thought of our yelps and moans. When I finally blasted inside him, Sam gasped and a few seconds later a few piss jets of sperm rocketed out of his glistening dick, adding another coating of cum onto his pale chest. "Now squat over my face, bro, and cum dump in my mouth," I said, flinging myself onto the bed and lying flat under him. As Sam squatted inches above my face, I could smell his freshly-fucked asshole, increasing my appetite for the delicacy he was about to let loose. I could see his hole strain as he got ready to squirt my load out of his ass and into my wide-open mouth. "Here it comes, fucker," he muttered mindlessly, still crazed from the mighty fuck I had just given him. His hole slightly distended, and then my cum appeared. Suddenly, a spurt of dirty jizz splatted all over my mouth and chin. My tongue was wildly whipping around, trying to capture any stray drops that missed my mouth. Another spurt dropped directly between my eyes and then ran down the sides of my nose. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down onto my face so I could suck whatever cum was left out of his ass. When Sam had finished emptied himself on me, he laid down next to me and shared whatever I had left on my tongue. Then we just laughed out asses off, thrilled and energized by this new, nasty trick. "Dude, you are so fucking awesome!" Sam chuckled. "You're a total perv and I guess I'm one, too." "Think of how much fun we'd have if we had our own place, bro," I said. "Hell yeah," he replied, "We gotta do it!" We were both wiped out from our exertions, and we fell asleep without cleaning up. In the morning all we could smell was sex and sperm. It was a deeply male and earthy aroma, unmistakable for what it was, redolent of unbridled masculinity. We went out for breakfast, then came back, packed up, and finally headed home. Nearby motel. Phone call to Jenny. Finding an apt. Cam shows. Making money for rent.