Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2020 10:55:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: austintc@aol.com
Subject: Carter and the biker boy, Chapter Four

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Carter and the biker boy, Chapter Four

And then the doorbell rang.

I about freaked not knowing who was there.  Stupid me had left the front
door open with just the screen door locked.  Quickly pulling up my
briefs, my steel like pole was forced back into the confines of the
briefs, a pole that refused to subside or go down.  My right hand was
still slippery from stroking my dick, so I wiped it on my shirt and
decided to go to the door shirtless. I got up out of bed, grabbed the
crutches and peaked around the corner of my room to see none other than
Dylan standing at the door.  I hobbled into the living room with the
crutches and by the time I got to the door, I was afraid the friction of
my dick rubbing against my briefs and seeing Dylan at MY FRONT DOOR was
going to make me cum right then and there. If he looked at my shorts, he
would think that I was weird and would turn around and walk away. I
greeted him at the door.

"Oh, hi, Dylan, right?" How are you doing?  How're your wounds?

"Yes, it's me, Dylan from yesterday.  I'm feeling okay. Great to be
back on my bike, well actually it's my dad's bike.  My bike has a
twisted frame and is probably going to be junk.  But my dad wants me to
ride every day so I can stay in shape for soccer season and basketball at
Harlem this year.  He believes that biking is the best thing for stamina
and muscle development. Anyway, um do you uh, mind if I come in?"

"Oh, uh, no. Of course not. Mom's not home, but it's okay."

"You sure?"

"Of course.  Can I get you some water?

"Yes, please."  As I walked into the kitchen, he did realize that I was
walking with crutches, so he followed me into the kitchen.  I realized
that I didn't put my shirt on.  I also didn't realize that my still
hard dick had leaked a wet spot through my briefs and shorts.  I turned
around to give Dylan the water and saw him smile as he looked down at
what was rather obvious.

"Look man, I just wanted to apologize for yesterday, leaving like I
did.  I think I was in shock or something.  I had a bad headache last
night and my mom thinks that was what it was from.  Oh, am I...
interrupting something here, or where you, uh, busy?"

As we faced each other in the kitchen I couldn't believe this stud was
standing in front of me, towering over me by at least a foot.  His
perfect body, his sweaty skin and his musky scent had me hard still!
"No, I wasn't doing anything to keep me real busy at the moment. You
know, just hanging out on my bed relaxing.  I have the house to myself
all day until my mom gets home. It does get boring and I can't wait to
get this cast off and the next one put on so I can at least put pressure
on my leg and walk somewhat normally again."

"Yeah that's gotta be a pain having to use crutches. I've never broken
any bones yet, and I bet it's not fun."

"No, in fact it sucks big time. I mean at first, I didn't think I'd be
able to lift up this leg of mine in this cast to even walk around.  But I
did, and I'm real excited to get the walking and removable brace on next
week.  Another three to four weeks after that and I'll be able to get
back to walking and riding my bike again.  A couple of weeks after that
and then school starts.  I'll be a freshman this year at Harlem and I do
not want to be on crutches or a removable brace."

"So, you're going to be a freshman? Really?  Sorry dude, I thought you
were like only going to be an 8th grader."

"Yeah, I'm going to be fifteen in a few weeks.  I started school late,
and I'm still a puny kid. Smallest in my graduating class.  Probably be
the smallest kid in the ninth grade.  You know what that means, I'm
gonna get picked on, a lot."

"Hey as long as I see you around, I'm not going to let anyone pick on
you.  I really want to thank you for what you did for me yesterday. My
parents asked me to stop and tell you that they're appreciative too."

I started to blush and looked down. When I did look down from Dylan's
face, I couldn't help but look at his shorts again, and just like last
time, his dick and balls looked huge under the tight biking shorts. I
didn't care if he saw me or not, but I think he did as he spoke again.

"Tell me, how did you break your leg?"  he asked as his eyes stared at
my basketball shorts that were still tenting up in front by my dick that
was still hard from jacking it before Dylan rang the doorbell.

"Kind of a long story, but what happened in the end was my favorite
cousin and I got in trouble for doing something we shouldn't have been
doing, and he got in big trouble for it. Then in the middle of May we had
our family soccer game where us cousins get together at Sportscore and I
was about to score when he came up from behind me and pushed me real hard
into the goal post, so hard that it fractured my femur about six inches
above my knee. He got in big trouble for what he did at the game to me
and said some pretty bad things to me when he did it."

"What did he say to you?  Why did he do it? Was it like a revenge thing,
or what?"

I had to choose my words carefully. It seemed like Dylan really wanted to
know what happened and why Javy did what he did to me.  If I told him the
truth, more than likely he would leave the house and not talk to me
again, and worse off, if he saw me in school, he'd probably make sure
that everyone gave me a hard time.  Then again if I did tell him and if
he was really okay with me being gay, then he could become a good friend
to have. I thought what the heck, I'd take a chance. So, I began.

"My cousin Javy and me were best friends and are cousins since as long
as we both could remember.  We shared a lot of secrets with each other
about everything in our lives. But then we got caught doing something we
shouldn't have been doing. It's really embarrassing to talk about
because not everyone would understand or accept it as something we should
be doing..."  Just then Dylan's phone began to vibrate. He looked at it
and realized it was his mom calling.

"Oh man, I have to take this.  Hang on.  Hi Mom, what's going on?  Yes,
I am on my way home.  I know I'm later than usual, but I stopped to talk
to Carter, you know the boy who helped me yesterday.  What?  Oh, okay.
I'll leave now.  Yes, I know.  Tell Abbie to be patient, I'll be there
in about twenty minutes. I will.  Okay.  Love you too.  Bye.  Oh man
Carter, I have to go.  My sister is waiting for me to take me to the
sporting good's store.  I have to get my new soccer shoes that were
special ordered.  They didn't have any size 13's in the store.  But
hey, can I stop tomorrow, and you can finish telling me about your evil
cousin."

"Okay, um, sure.  Cool! I'll be here! See you tomorrow!"  Dylan waved
as he walked out of the house and down the porch to his bike. He ran his
hands through his straight black hair as he put his helmet back on, but
his ear buds in, got on his bike and rode off.  I could not believe that
he had actually stopped by to see me! I couldn't believe that my dick
was still hard!

Since mom would be home in an hour, I had time to finish what I had
started.  This time I locked the front screen door and closed the front
door before going back in my room.  I pulled my shorts down quickly, laid
back on my bed and started stroking my dick again. This time, I replayed
the vision in my mind of Dylan's tight biking shorts and how his dick
and balls were so visible under the tightness. It wasn't long and I had
pre-cum leaking again. Then my fantasizing about Dylan got raised up
another level.  I now imagined him standing in front of me while I was
sitting on the edge of my bed. He told me to reach out and touch him,
feeling his hardness. Then without any further words, in one motion he
lowered his shorts and I saw his dick spring to life right into my face.
Its size was even bigger than Javy's, and his two very full balls
encased in their hairy sack hung down low from being hot and sweaty in
the biking shorts. I reached down and grasped my small smooth sack and
held them in my hand just as if I was holding his huge balls.  I started
stroking my thin short dick like I had my hands on him instead. I
imagined having him in my mouth, tasting the sweaty and saltiness of him.
As my gag reflex would relax, I imagined taking him so deep into my
throat that his thick black pubic hair tickled my nose. He felt so good
inside my mouth that as I imagined him moving his big dick in and out of
my mouth, I stroked harder and harder on my own dick. I moved my mouth
closer trying to imagine taking him deep in my mouth, when in fact my
mouth was merely an inch away from my pulsating rock hard dick which was
ready to explode.  I imagined running my hands up over his smooth tight
abs and chest and reaching behind to take him further in my mouth.
Imagining him deep inside my mouth was all it took. I felt the pressure
build and my dick started shooting into my mouth for the first time. As I
pumped it with my right hand, each spurt shot onto my tongue and even
went into my throat.  It felt so good to imagine it being Dylan's cum
shooting into my throat, and as the last spurt shot out of me, I reached
onto my smooth groin with my index finger and scooped up the last few
drops of cum that missed my mouth.  Without hesitating, I licked and
sucked my fingers clean, savoring the taste of my own cum for the first
time -- the salty yet pungent taste filling my mouth -- as I collapsed
back on my bed.  I almost fell asleep but thank god a loud motorcycle
went by that woke me up about twenty minutes before my mom was supposed
to get home.  I didn't really want her to come home and find on my bed
with dried cum on my lips and me naked on my bed.  Instead, I pulled my
shorts up, threw on my Nike shirt and hobbled out to the living room to
watch television until she got home.

The next day I waited for Dylan to stop by, but as I spent the normal
time reading on the porch, he did not come by at his usual time.  Nor did
he come by the next. The weekend came and went, and since we were busy, I
didn't think too much about Dylan, but more about getting my cast off on
Tuesday!

The day finally came that I got my cast off. According to the x-rays,
everything looked good, and the bone was healing just as it should, and
almost better than what the doctor had expected. He fitted me with a
removeable brace that I could only take off when I went to bed. I had to
wear it the rest of the time for the next two weeks when I would return
for another set of x-rays to see if the bone healed.  Oh yeah, and I
could start trying to walk without crutches! It felt really weird to put
weight on my leg again, and I was surprised how weak my leg was.  Mom
told me that starting next week, I'd have to start physical therapy two
times a week. She dropped me off at home and then headed back to the
hospital.  I had hoped she'd be able to stay at home with me, but she
couldn't because the nursing staff was short-handed and needed everyone
to stay or return to work.

Mom made sure I was doing okay before she headed back to work.  I was
doing great.  The leg felt weak, but she did tell me that my muscle
strength would come back. If all healed well, I'd be good as new before
school started. I ate a peanut butter sandwich, grabbed a can of Dr.
Pepper and headed out to the porch to start reading and watch the people
biking by my house. I was about an hour or so away from finishing
"Misery" so of course I got completely engaged in the book and forgot
what time it was. I looked up just in time to see Dylan walking up the
steps to my porch. Since it was so hot out today, he was only wearing a
pair of red Nike running shorts. When I saw his muscular chest, six pack
abs and beautiful dark tan that looked as if it was an all over tan, I
felt my dick start to grow in my bright neon green work out shorts.

"Hey Carter, good book huh? You didn't even see me come up the
driveway. Misery, huh?  Good book?"

"Oh, hey Dylan!  Yeah, I got so engrossed in my book that I didn't hear
you. How's it going today?"

"Great!  My two cuts have healed good, and just in time. I start soccer
practice Monday morning.  Man, it's hard to believe that we're like 6
weeks until school starts again."

"Ugh, you had to remind me, didn't you?  I just am not looking forward
to going to school. Being the shortest kid in the entire freshmen class,
I know I'm going to get picked on, especially in gym class."

"Aw, that's not good. Look, if I am around and see someone picking on
you, I'm going to take care of it. I don't put up with that crap.
Nobody's going to mess with me or you as far as I am concerned"

"Cool, thanks! I've been picked on all of my life because of my size.
It sucks."

"I bet.  For me it's always been the opposite.  I've been the tallest
in my class all of the time. But you know, sometimes that also has its
downfalls.  Everyone expected me to be good at basketball and other
sports, because I was always taller than everyone else in junior high.
It was all good until we played against other good teams and then
there'd always be a guy bigger than me. Good thing is that I do have
good basketball skills and sports in general. I do love basketball, but
soccer is my game.  I love being a forward, scoring goals because my legs
are so strong. So you...don't like soccer?"
I wanted to say I hated the game, which I did.  But I also didn't want
to disappoint Dylan either, because if I told him I hated soccer, then
maybe he wouldn't want to be my friend. Instead, I told him a lie...

"Yeah, soccer is cool. I mean I could be good at it, it's just that
everyone in my family likes soccer and are good at it. Because of my size
and my puny legs, I just suck at it."

"Aw dude, you're going to grow and get bigger, taller and faster and
then you're going to be a good soccer player. I know it seems like
forever, but some kids like you just take a little longer to hit their
growing spurt.  I've got several friends that are that way. You just
gotta learn to be tough!"

How could I tell him that I wasn't tough? That I sucked at sports, that
I was used to getting teased and made targets of everyone in grade
school, and now feared for my life in high school?

"Thanks man, that's, um, nice of you to say that.  It's just that,
well, um, I don't know.  I'm just the type that doesn't like
confrontation and all, and don't like to fight and..."

"But Carter, you don't have to fight. You just have to learn to stand
up to those bullies. Have you ever had like any self-defense classes?"

"No, my mom was going to take me to one this summer, but then this thing
happened with my leg."

"What about your dad, can't he teach you something?"

As soon as he said it I think he realized that I didn't have my dad in
my life because I no sooner said to him "No dad" that he looked down
with a sad yet disgusted look on his face and then apologized.

"Oh dude, I'm sorry. So he's not around at all?"

"Nope.  My Tio Javier is the closest thing to a dad, and now since this
thing with my cousin Javy happened, I think he's very disgusted with me
and doesn't even really want to talk to me like he did before."

"Oh, yeah! You were going to tell me what happened between you and Javy
but then my mom called, and I had to leave. Okay dude, can you tell me
what happened?"

I now was stuck.  I had to tell Dylan something what happened. I had
hoped that he would have not brought it up, because I was starting to
like Dylan, and if he found out I am gay then not only would he find me
disgusting and walk away from me, but more than likely he'd tell
everyone at school and my life would then be a living hell.

"It's okay, Carter, you can tell me. I won't judge you." He spoke to
me in a quiet, reassuring voice. "Dude, if you killed your aunt's cat
or punched your cousin, or drank all of your uncle's tequila, it's
okay. I'm open minded, so try me."

With all of my courage and fear causing jolts of nerves and terror
coursing through my veins, I took a deep breath and blurted out to Dylan
bluntly what happened.

"My uncle caught me and Javy fooling around sexually. Um, we were like
both naked and Javy had his, well, you know, inside me. I think I'm
quite sure that I'm gay." As soon as I got the word gay out of my
mouth, my eyes welled up and the tears started to flow.

"That's it, dude? Okay, so you're gay.  I figured that out the first
time I met you when you were staring at my shorts.  But you know what?
It's okay.  I have a gay cousin and a gay uncle. So I know what they
have had to go through.  Come here, give me a hug, and then tell me what
else happened with you and Javy."

As Dylan pulled me to him and hugged me, his hard, muscular lean body
felt so good against mine. Since he was shirtless, I could feel the
warmth of his tanned body against mine, and my dick responded
immediately. It was so unbelievable that the biker boy that I lusted over
practically all summer was now here in my room hugging me! As he held me
tight, I was fairly sure that he could feel my erection against his thigh
and guess what! I was sure I could feel him getting hard as his running
shorts were pressed against my stomach. I quickly glanced at his firm
muscular pecs and as he held me in his arms his left nipple was mere
inches from my mouth.  Finally, he broke our embrace and we sat down on
my bed and I began to tell him about what happened between Javy and me. I
spared very few details and mostly he just listened but did stop me to
ask questions about why Javy seemed to be so demanding and rough with me,
especially when he was inside me and didn't reciprocate.

"Javy seems like a jerk.  Sorry dude, but that's not right. I mean you
went down on him and let him be in you.  The least he could do is give
you some too."

I could not believe what he was saying.  In fact, as I glanced over at
him, I could tell that he was definitely hard. I could see the outline of
his hard dick which was pointing to his left hip.  He then asked me if he
could use the bathroom. I told him where it was and he went in, was in
there for close to ten minutes before I heard the toilet flush and he
came back out. As he walked into my room where I was still sitting on the
side of my bed. He spoke first.

"You know, all of this talk about sucking dick and fucking has got
me..." and he walked closer to me. "...quite um, how shall we say,
horny?"

"Uh, oh, um, really?" was all I could say in response.

"Yeah, I am. What should I do about it?" he boldly asked. All I could
do was blush and almost came directly into my boxer briefs. "You can
touch me if you want." He whispered. I couldn't believe what I just
heard.  Was this a dream?

"I -- I, um... but are you....?" I couldn't get the words out when he
interrupted my stammering.

"Am I what? Gay? Is that what you want to know?" All I could do was
slowly nod my head yes. "No dude, I don't think I'm gay. I like girls,
but like you, I'm just a normal horny teenager that beats off every
chance I get. And I also have a bit of a history with a gay cousin, if
you know what I mean. It's okay Carter, you can touch me. Do I need to
beg you?" I now shook my head no, and without saying another word I let
my right hand reach forward and felt his hard dick which was held captive
by something tight under his running shorts.  As I explored his firmness
from its root to its end and tried to wrap my small hand around its
circumference, I heard Dylan moan. It truly was huge, or at least it felt
huge. I wanted to rip his running shorts off and take him in my hand,
pulling him towards me.  But instead I moved my left hand to his tanned
six pack abs, feeling their hardness on my fingertips. A thin trail of
dark hair led from his belly button and disappeared below his waist
band.  Slowly I moved my trembling hand up to his left nipple, then to
the right, feeling his tight pectoral muscles that were so hard and huge.
He was moaning and as I played with his left nipple, he raised his big
hand to hold mine there and whispered, "Pinch them." I now had both
nipples in my fingers, pinching them lightly. My mind and hands were on
autopilot, driven now by a lust to do whatever I could do to please my
biker boy.
I stood up -- my dick was as hard as it's ever been -- and slowly opened
my mouth as my lips met his nipple. My tongue bathed it, my teeth
nibbled, and I thought both of us were going to explode right that
moment. But what happened next, I still cannot believe.

Just as soon as my mouth moved away from his totally erect nipple to
start kissing down to his navel which was going to lead me to my prize, I
felt Dylan lift me up like a rag doll and laid me down on my bed. His
hands quickly removed my bright green t-shirt and then I felt his big
hands pulling the waist band on my shorts. He pulled them down to my
ankles, revealing my tented boxer briefs, that by now had a quarter-sized
wet spot where the tip of my dick had been. I thought he was going to
roll me over, positioning my butt hole so he could do me like Javy did
me, and I was ready to accept that, and even was longing for that.  I
wanted to feel him deep inside me like Javy did, making my special spot
go crazy. I was ready to roll over, but Dylan's strong hands and tanned
arms stopped me by grasping my shoulders, holding me down. He then looked
me straight in the eyes and whispered:

"This is for helping me after I got hit the other day" as a smile came
across his face, he kissed my cheek, then moved his hands to my nipples,
squeezing them gently. In a swift move he then kissed his way down my
hairless chest and flat abs to the waist band of my briefs. When his
fingers pulled my briefs down to my ankles, my rock hard dick which now
felt like it was as huge as it's ever been snapped back to my smooth
groin. "Mmmm, smooth, no hair, just the way I like it!" he whispered.

His mouth found my mostly smooth sack, his tongue expertly licked and
sucked each of my swollen balls, and I thought I was going to come right
that second. But he stopped and began to lick between my balls and my
hole and I thought he was going to drive me wild if he touched my hole
with his tongue, but he stopped, and headed back north to my sack again,
and then started licking up the base of my dick and finally reached the
totally sensitive underside. His tongue lightly touched it before he
finally engulfed my entire throbbing dick into his mouth.

I could not believe that here Dylan was, in my room, sucking my dick. It
was a surreal moment and I wanted it to last forever.  But I was so
caught up in how hot and wet his mouth and tongue felt, how tight his
lips were wrapped around me, and how very close I was to shooting my cum
into his mouth. My body began to tense up. My dick felt harder and bigger
than it'd ever felt. I could feel my sack starting to pull up tight to
my groin. I was seconds away from having the best orgasm of my life.

Dylan sensed this as well, and he pulled off my dick, which was wet and
pulsating. I looked into his flawless face -- perfect eyes, nose and
teeth and lips. I raised up from the bed and wanted to taste his lips,
the taste of my dick mixed with his saliva, but instead he stood up and
in one move pulled down his red running shorts to reveal a pair of black
compression shorts, where his dick was clearly defined and tightly held
in place pointing to the right. My heart started beating so fast I
thought it was going to beat out of my chest.  His thumbs hooked the
inside of the waistband, and as he slowly and teasingly began to push
them down, the trail of black hair began to reveal a full black pubic
bush which led to what I'd lusted for since the first time I saw him...
As the waistband cleared his dick, It sprang forth and immediately
slapped tightly against his dark pubes.  It must have been close to eight
inches and very thick -- thicker than Javy's. Unlike Javy's, his dick
had no foreskin like I had imagined. Like the rest of his tanned body,
his dick and groin area was tanned as well. How cool it must be having an
all over tan! I could not wait any longer. I reached forward with my
hand, pulled his massive erection down to my eagerly awaiting mouth. The
pink head, wet with his pre-cum was huge, and as my lips met the hot
pulsating tip, I opened my mouth as far as I could to get the head
inside.  The taste was like heaven. As my right hand pulled on the base
of his dick up to my mouth which was now a quarter of the way down his
dick, he seemingly flooded my mouth with the sweetest tasting pre-cum.  I
continued to suck him as deep as I could and enjoyed savoring every drop
of the pre-cum that continued to ooze into my mouth.

I could tell that Dylan was enjoying me sucking his dick just as much as
I was completely lusting over sucking him.  I kept trying to take as much
of him into my mouth as I could and was now able to get close to half of
it in my mouth. After about a minute, I sensed that he was getting close
to shooting his cum inside my mouth. Suddenly he stopped, pulled his dick
out of my mouth, picked me up, laid me down on my queen-sized bed and
then he took off his shorts and got on the bed and laid down next to me
with my dick in his face. He told me to get on top of him so I could
resume sucking his dick.  I did as he told me to do, and after I resumed
sucking him, he resumed sucking my dick.

We continued sucking each other at the same time for what seemed like
almost a half hour. Finally, I could feel his dick growing thicker and
longer than it had been, and I knew he was close to cumming. My left hand
was wrapped around the base of his cock, helping to feed me his hugeness,
and my right hand was playing with each ball inside his hairy sack.
Boldly, I moved my right index finger closer to his hole, and as I
carefully circled around the hole, I heard him moan with sheer ecstasy,
and he began thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth. Finally, I heard
his breathing increase, and as he whispered "I'm gonna cum!" I
prepared to receive his load in my mouth as he continued punishing my
wanting mouth. And then he began to unleash a flood of hot, salty, yet
sexy cum that I tried desperately to take into my whole mouth. What
seemed like a water's bottle worth of cum was now held in my mouth as
the waves of his orgasm subsided, and I quickly decided to take his load
deep into my stomach. Swallowing his cum was the trigger that opened the
flood gate on my own orgasm. Before I began to shoot though, Dylan pulled
off my cock and with me now on my back, he began to stroke my five inch
hard on and after about two strokes, ropes of cum shot out of my dick and
landed all over my smooth skin. It was an amazing experience between us,
where my dream of feeling Dylan's dick in my mouth and swallowing his
cum became a reality.

"Man Carter, that was awesome! Javy doesn't know what he's missing."
Was all that Dylan could respond in the aftermath of our cum explosions.
All I could do was shyly smile back to him; I was still in awe of what
just happened in my room on that hot July afternoon. I wanted him to just
lay next to me so we could go for another round, but after he finished
his last sentence, he got up from my bed and grabbed his compression
shorts that were still damp from his sweat and pre-cum and put them on
over his still hard monstrous dick. I still lusted for him at the moment,
wanting him to fill me up the way Javy did, but instead he just put on
his running shorts and went to the bathroom, returning a few minutes
later to my room where my spent wad was quickly drying on my smooth chest
and groin. My dick was still hard too, my lust still running rampant. I
couldn't help to touch myself while Dylan was in the bathroom, using
some of my cum for lube.

"Hey bud, I gotta go. You going to be home tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to be home everyday this week but next Tuesday I start
PT on my leg.  I'm not sure what time that's going to be, I'll try to
get a morning appointment."

"Sweet, little man.  I want to stop by and see you again, like
tomorrow!" Dylan replied, smiling the cutest and sexiest grin on a boy
that I've ever seen.

"Awesome, Dylan.  I can't wait.  I'll be here!" As he tied his size
thirteen Nike's, I reached for a tissue to wipe my load off my chest and
groin, then slipped just my bright green shorts over my still hard dick.

I walked to the front door with Dylan, not sure what expect, if anything
as he turned to say "see you tomorrow" as he unlocked and opened the
screen door and left the house.  Just like that he was on his bike and
gone. Just the sight of seeing him leave got me hornier yet, and I could
feel my dick leaking against my shorts. Still not able to put too much
pressure on the leg, I hobbled to my room, laid back on my bed where
Dylan's scent was still hanging in the air and on my unmade bed. That
was all I needed to take my pulsating dick in my right hand and jack it
with a newfound fervor and lust that I had never done before. After about
ten minutes of stroking and playing with my nearly hairless sack, I felt
my dick getting closer to exploding again. This time I tried harder yet
to take my own dick in my mouth as I leaned forward while pulling my
thighs to me. I was a mere inch away from the head of my leaking dick,
and with the taste of Dylan's sweet cum still in my mouth, my own dick
shot with the same intensity it had after Dylan sucked me to a thunderous
orgasm minutes earlier. The taste of my own cum mixed in my mouth with
the faint taste of Dylan's, and I greedily took every drop that shot out
of my dick, even wiping renegade drops off my smooth groin with my
fingers, then licking them clean as my orgasm slowly subsided. I
collapsed back on my bed, shorts at my ankles, leg brace on the floor,
and a tummy full of cum. Reflecting back on what transpired, I quickly
drifted off to a deep sleep. I was in the middle of another sexually
charged dream between me, Javy, Dylan, and another kid that I did not
know when I heard my mom's voice.

"Angel? Are you awake?"