Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2020 21:53:13 -0400
From: Ulf Raynor <ulfr57@gmail.com>
Subject: Devil Dawg Donnelly's Part14

Devil Dawg Donnelly's
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Part Fourteen:

"Ya know, I could just go home and take a shower just as easily." Gavin
bemoaned trying desperately not to gawk at a now nearly naked Billy
Donnelly.

"Dude, did you or did you not ask me to help you get stronger and teach you
how to defend yourself last night?" Billy stood there only two feet away
from Gavin, stripped down to his jockstrap, hands on his hips, and from
Gavin's point of view, looking more like a wet dream come to life instead
of a self-defense instructor. "Here!" Billy said shoving a towel in Gavin's
hands, knowing exactly what the problem was. "Wrap that around your waist
and strip ya big pussy."

Billy was right of course, partially.  Gavin wasn't used to being naked
around anyone, let alone those that happened to be a bunch of very fit,
healthy, young Marines. In other words, Gavin's dick was as stiff as a
railroad spike. Thankfully Gavin had gotten so nervous realizing that Billy
wasn't taking no for an answer, that his boner had subsided to a mere
semi-chub. Be that as it may though, and even with the towel wrapped
securely around his waist, Gavin still blushed about 10 different shades of
red, all of which Billy found immensely amusing as he timidly slid his
underwear off. Billy, of course, didn't understand Gavin's lack of
self-confidence. Gavin wasn't a bad looking guy. Billy thought he looked
kind of cute in his glasses, glasses he only wore when he was reading, so
it wasn't like he wore them all the time; and yes, he was shorter than most
guys Billy knew, standing at about 5'7", but he had a nice solid build and
a cute little bubble butt that kind of jiggled when he walked.

His sandy-colored hair was kind of floppy and always looked a bit wild and
out of control, something that probably contributed to people's perception
of his nerdiness. But he had a cute face, high cheekbones, a smallish nose,
and a rather small mouth with pouty lips. Billy also noticed how nearly
hairless his slim body was, that more than anything made him look
deceptively younger than his 17 years indicated.

As they entered the shower area of the locker room, Billy herded him toward
the back. The showers there had dividers between them for those wanting a
little more privacy than the main showers offered. Billy guided him to the
very back one and turned it on, adjusting the water to a comfortable
level. Seeing the relative privacy did start to allow Gavin to relax a
little; that is until Billy whipped his towel off and entered the stall,
beckoning Gavin to join him.

Billy noted Gavin's hesitancy: "Dude if you don't get your ass in this
shower right now," Billy moved out of the shower to stand in front of him
with his hands on his hips. "I'm gonna throw you over my shoulder and haul
you out to the public showers and hand wash you top to bottom in front of
anyone who wants to watch!"

The way Billy said it left no doubt to Gavin he'd do just
that. Reluctantly, Gavin hanged his towel up and stepped under the warm
shower spray, his hands covering his crotch. Noting Gavin's apprehension
and bashfulness, Billy decided to counter it with a little of his
temerity. "Turn around." Billy said, dispensing some soap into his
hands. Uncomfortably, Gavin slowly turned to offer his back to his muscular
new friend.

Billy placed his now soapy hands-on Gavin's upper back, smearing the soap
and gently massaging and washing Gavin's skin. Despite his apprehension,
Gavin started to relax, enjoying the way Billy's strong fingers stroked his
body, cleansing away not only the sweaty grime but his tension as well. As
Billy finished with his back and rinsed the foaming soap away with his
hands, he handed the bottle of liquid soap around to Gavin. "My turn bro!"
he practically whispered into Gavin's ear as he turned to offer him his
broad back rippling with muscles.

Gavin turned to face him, squeezing some of the bottle's contents into his
hand before setting it on the tiled shelf of the shower stall. His hands
trembled slightly as he touched the naked flesh and burgeoning muscles,
massaging Billy gently, exploring the vastness of his back. Gavin noted the
dichotomy between the softness of his skin compared to the hardness of his
back muscles all the while, right below him, was the large, lightly furred
mounds of Billy's muscular bubble butt, the effectual cause was made
quickly apparent by Gavin's now fully erect 6-inch cock.

As he finished, he tried to turn far enough away to hopefully conceal his
erection from Billy, mortified that Billy would ever see such a blatant
display of the sexual arousal he felt for him, completely embarrassed by
his body's lustful betrayal.

"Dude, it's okay," Billy assured him softly, his large hand now grasping
his shoulder and slowly turning him around to face him. Gavin felt his
entire body was blushing and was wishing nothing more than to be anywhere
else instead of so blatantly displaying his carnal desires to his friend.
Billy reached up with his left hand cupping the right side of Gavin's face,
his thumb stroking his cheek gently, affectionately. "This is bullshit ya
know." Billy groaned. "It's okay to feel what you feel dude." Gavin
hazarded a quick glimpse into Billy's bright blue eyes. Those same eyes
stared back at him, soft and gentle, the smile on his face genuine, not
mocking, as Gavin feared he'd see.  Then to his surprise, Billy stepped
back and brought Gavin's right hand up to the center of his chest and held
it there, covered in his own. "Go ahead bud, look and touch all you want."
his voice deep and soft like velvet. "It doesn't bother me at all that
you're perving out on how hot I am!"

Gavin punched him in the chest as they both burst out laughing.

         *********************************************

Max Donnelly sat at his desk; he had just returned after releasing Brock
Gryzinski after their little morning rendezvous and ordering him to get
cleaned up and meet him here in his office within the hour. Normally Max
wouldn't and didn't involve himself in the personal lives of those he
worked with, preferring to keep a professional distance. But he and Brock
weren't just friends; they became more than that. GySgt. Gryzinski had
become a valuable resource and ally as well as a pretty damn good piece of
ass.

He was one of the chosen few who were fully aware of the Heritage while not
being part of it. But Max, like a growing number of others within the
Heritage, were coming to realize and feel that the Heritage Codex, the
rules that those of the Heritage lived by, something that they had followed
for untold centuries, had been twisted into something self-serving and
exclusionary. Exclusionistic even to those the Heritage had a long-standing
connection too; men like Brock.

Max pondered the numerous times he, Carl, Elder Danal Cornelius, and
several others heavily debated these things and how they had all come to
the conclusion that things needed to change and as Max has observed so
often, it always came back to that age-old axiom, time and time again:
"Change is the only constant in the universe", and that axiom is what
brought Max where he is today. With that thought in mind is what he was now
going to force GySgt. Brock Gryzinski to face today. Max knew that the
Gunny was stuck. He had boxed himself in and could no longer evolve beyond
where he was at, where Max and all the others that depended on him,
including Brock, needed him to be, depended on him to be. Brock Gryzinzki
needed change and Max had decided to be the instrument of that change by
doing what the universe does to spur that change; Max was going to
introduce chaos into the Gunny's life, the chaos he couldn't hide away from
or pretend would go away or deny the existence of.

Max sat at his desk waiting for him, ready to push the button, to shove
Gunny over the precipice into chaos and the inevitable liberation that
would result and free him from the mess his life had become. A mess he
forced not only on himself but by naive association, those closest to him.
Max was contemplating the small plaque on the wall by his desk inscribed
with the Latin words: "Verum Tuae Sui", or "To thine ownself be true" when
the knock came on his door.

Max straightened himself and adjusted his shirt, composing himself for what
was to come. "Enter," Max called out and watched as GySgt. Gryzinski
entered his office, clean and crisp dressed in his normal fatigues.

"Gunnery Sergeant Brock Gryzinski reporting as ordered Master Sergeant." he
announced taking the customary stationary drill stance.

"Take a seat Gunny." Max said pointing toward one of the chairs in front of
his desk. Max got up and walked over to his office door and locked it, then
returned to the front of his desk, leaning his ass on it, crossed his
ankles, and folded his arms over his chest.

Without a word he unzipped his fly and hauled out his genitals, letting his
flaccid 8-inch uncut cock drop to hang pendulously between his thighs, over
his big hairy balls now nestled in the crook of his crotch.

Studiously watching as Brock lustfully stared at his groin and
absentmindedly licked his lips repeatedly, Max leaned forward lifting the
young Gunny's chin forcing their eyes to meet. "Do you remember what I said
to you before I left you in that storage room this morning Gunny?" Max's
tone was firm and leaving no doubt he expected a response.

Brock gulped. "Yes Master Sgt." Max could see the longing behind his eyes,
the troubling fear of potential loss. "Did I do something wrong, Master
Sgt?" Came the expectant plea Max knew would come.

Max pointed to the plaque on his wall, "Do you see that plaque Gunny?" He
demanded, staring intently into Gunny's eyes.

"Yes Master Sgt." was his simple, soft-spoken reply.

"Read it out loud." Max said, his voice louder, firmer, and more
commanding.

"Verum Tuae Sui." came the timid response, a confused expression crossing
his face as his eyes returned to Max's.

Max glared at Brock, the intensity cutting right through him. "Do you know
what it means Gunny?"

Max watched him intently, watched as he now cast his eye's first toward
Max's huge limp cock and then to the floor, then, almost whispering: "To
thine own self be true." His eyes looked up into Max's, eyes that begged
him to stop, fearful of the outcome if he didn't.

Max proceeded calmly, confident of his decision to help this young man:
"Get on your knees." he commanded, pointing to the spot right in front of
him. The Gunny instantly dropped down, his face mere inches from Max's
prodigious endowments, licking his lips both nervously and from a deep,
hungry, aching lust. Despite his fear, the sense of being trapped and
cornered, Brock felt his cock swell to fullness in his fatigues, straining
against the crotch of his desert camo pants.

Max snapped his fingers and the Gunny's eye's jolted back to Max's intense
gaze: "Before you is your truth Gunny." Max paused letting him take in his
now growing cock, until he was almost completely transfixed to it. Max
reached over and grabbed his phone and began recording a video and pointed
it down at the young Gunny. "Look up at me!" He commanded, his voice thick
and full of authority: "Beg me for it faggot!" Brock knew he was videoing
him, but he was torn between obeying him, to give in to his near insatiable
hunger or refusing. Instinctually he knew if he chose the latter, Max would
never let him have it again, would never fulfill his deepest desires,
satiate his unrelenting voracious hunger.

Max smiled lecherously as the young Gunny whimpered and stuffed the massive
bulbous head of his half-hard schlong into his mouth and ravenously sucked
on it like a starving calf on its mother's teat. Max slapped him, hard, the
blow dislodging his dong from his mouth, spittle flying everywhere. "I said
BEG!" Max's voice a near growl.

Brock returned his attention to Max's dick, looking upward, their eye's
meeting, "Please Master Sgt." he paused, his voice quivering, "Please let
me suck your dick, Sir!"

"I only let cock-hungry faggots suck my dick boi." Max snarled: "Tell me
what a cock-hungry faggot you are."

Brock's head swam with lust, he had to have Max's big dick back in his
mouth, he didn't just want it, he needed it. "Master Sgt., please let this
cock-hungry faggot suck your perfect dick Sir...please!"

A large lecherous grin stretched across Max's face as he reached down and
patted Brocks head: "That's better faggot. It's all yours!"

Brock Gryzinski didn't waste time. He devoured the huge knob and forced it
into his oral cavity, his lips sucked convulsively, his tongue undulating
against the frenulum; he knew what Max liked and he was determined to give
him the best blowjob he had ever given, forcing the bulbous tip of his
swollen glans against his uvula, his jaws expanding to encompass the
bloated dick meat. Two years' worth of jaw stretching exercises assisting
the expansion of his throat muscles as he gulped the entire length of Max's
monster down his gullet like a snake devouring its prey. Cocksucker tears
poured from the corners of his eyes as his lips stretched and strained to
their fullest until they nestled in the coarse thick bush of dark pubic
hair.

"Okay, that'll do Gunny!" Max suddenly announced, turning off the camera on
his phone while pulling his wet dick out of Brock's mouth. He moved back
around the desk, stuffed his half-hard dick back into his slacks, and sat
down.

Brock just knelt there, wondering what had just happened, his mind trying
to clear away the webs of his lust and refocus on the man behind the desk,
the source of his confusion. "Get up Gunny." Max's voice full of controlled
calm authority again. Brock frowned, as the questions formed on his face as
fast as they formed in his head. "I have all I need now," Max concluded as
if that should answer all the questions now swirling in the Gunny's brain.

Max toyed with his phone, turned it around showing it to a very confused
Gunny, the image of him kneeling, looking up into the camera appeared
Brock's face flushed as he heard and saw himself say: "Master Sgt. please
let this cock hungry faggot suck your perfect dick Sir...please!" Max
smiled and hit repeat and shoved the phone closer to Brock's face.

"Wuh...wah..what are you doin'?" Brock pleaded, his eye's now denoted the
impending panic building behind them.

Max's face took on a stern calmness as his eye's drilled into Brocks. "I'm
showing you your truth, Gunny." he paused and added: "This is who you
are. You are not the fake, phony, liar you show everyone else." Max hit
repeat again: "Master Sgt. please let this cock hungry faggot suck your
perfect dick Sir...please!"

"STOP IT!" the now panicked Marine yelled at him, his hands balling up into
fist his body tense and nearly trembling from fear and anger.

Max hit repeat again: "Master Sgt. please let this cock hungry faggot suck
your perfect dick Sir...please!"

Brock lunged at the phone, intending to rip it from Max's left hand, as his
fear gave way to anger his anger gave way to action. Max deftly avoided his
grasp and his right hand shot up smacking squarely into Brock's chest with
just enough force to topple him backward onto his ass, Brock's anger now
turned into blind rage and fury and he jumped to his feet and launched
himself full-body at Max.

With a speed that completely caught the young Gunny off guard, Max's right
hand shot out lightning-quick, his fingers digging into the Gunny's
muscular throat, and hoisted him one-armed into the air. For the briefest
moment, Brock could have sworn Max's irises flashed a bright blue, but
there was no mistaking the predicament he now found himself in. Desperately
trying to gasp for breath against the steel-like grip of the man dangling
him a good foot off the floor. Brock's hands clutched at Max's forearm,
clawed at his rigid fingers, helplessly trying to extricate himself, his
need for oxygen growing by the second as his face flushed red and his hazel
eyes bugged out.

Max shoved the phone in his face once again and hit repeat: "Master
Sgt. please let this cock hungry faggot suck your perfect dick
Sir...please!"

"This is who you are!" Max growled, daring Brock to disagree with him,
forcing him to face his reality... to face the truth, his truth... "Verum
Tuae Sui."

All the fight drained from Brock, and as his body went limp. Max lowered
him to the floor and eased him back into one of the chairs, where he sat
slouched over his elbows resting on his knees and his face planted in the
palms of his hands as the tears began to flow from his eyes. Max knelt in
front of him, tossed his phone into the other chair, and brought his right
hand up to gently stroke the right side of Brock's head. "You're gay,
Gunny." Max's voice, now deep and soothing, but full of truth. Max's
resolve almost melted as this strong, young man began to sob,. Arms reached
out to him, Max pulled Brock to him, his strong powerful arms encircling
and comforting him and softly stroked his back, neck, and head, allowing
him the time to face his truth, to accept it, and move on. That's what real
men do, that's what this Marine needed to do. To become a man and face his
fears head-on, to face the chaos head-on and allow it to forge him into
something new. Something better, to claim his heritage. His heritage as a
man and a Marine.

They stayed like that for a while until Brock gently began to pull back,
wiping the tears from his face. Max reached over and pulled some tissues
from the box sitting on his desk and handed them to Brock. As he composed
himself and sat up straighter in his chair, his hands clutching at the
moist tissues he held in his lap, Max returned to his seat behind his desk,
adjusted his shirt and sat down.

"What do I do now?" Brock moaned, his voice still thick with the parade of
emotions that continued to wash over him.

Max glared at him sternly, forcing his eyes to meet his. "You're going to
own it, Gunny, and become the man you were meant to be!"

Brock's face grew sullen. "What about my family, they'll never accept this?
My parents are very religious, my brothers..." His eyes became
saucers. "Dammit, what about my wife?!!"

Max leaned back in his chair and contemplated for a second. "She doesn't
have a clue, does she?" Max had met her before at squadron dinners and
other social functions, an attractive woman if not a bit naive. Max's brow
furrowed but he had to ask: "I've always wanted to know something. You
being married to a woman and being gay and all..." Max's voice trailed for
a second, not sure how he wanted to frame his train of thought. "I assume
since you've been married for four years, at some point the two of you have
had sex."

Brock bowed his head. "Yeah, but not that often..." He thought for a second
calculating: "Maybe a couple of times a month, sometimes more. Usually I
don't even cum." he concluded.

"Damn" Max groaned, shaking his head: "No wonder you're always so.. how
shall I put this...enthusiastic." Max smiled and noticed the faintest of
grins at the corners of the Gunny's lips: "Clarify for me..." Max said
pausing briefly, "What all do you do together, in the bedroom that is?"

Brock shrugged his shoulders slightly: "We fuck...well, at least we fuck
for as long as I can maintain an erection that is."

"Nothing else?!" a look of surprise crossing Max's face before Brock
responded:

"Well, sometimes she will suck me a little. But I don't think she likes
doing that very much."

"How about you?" Max asked, truly fascinated now.

"What about me?" Brock asked not sure he understood the question.

"Do you ever go down on her?" Max queried and almost laughed at the look of
disgust that momentarily washed over the young Gunny's face.

"Um....no." he half-whispered looking down at the floor.

"Never!?" Max exclaimed incredulously staring at Gunny.

He didn't need to answer. Max knew the answer, Brock's entire body language
said he was repulsed by the idea. "That poor fucking woman!" Max
sighed. "That's it, we're through talking." Max exclaimed and stood up
glaring at Gunny.

"You know what you're gonna do Gunny?!" Max was in full command mode now,
the timber of his voice leaving no doubt whatsoever that GySgt. Brock
Gryzinski was going to do exactly what he was about to order him to
do. "You're going to go home right this minute drag that poor bitch into
your bedroom. You're going to sensually strip her down and sit her at the
foot of your bed. You're going to lean her back, spread her legs, and
you're going to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening eating her
fucking pussy. You're gonna lick, lap, and suck her clit and drive your
tongue as deep as you can in and out of her snatch and slurp up all her
pussy juices. You're going to eat pussy and make your wife cum over and
over again until she can't take it anymore and begs you to stop!"

Max didn't give a rats ass when he saw the color drain from Brock's face
and he began looking a bit green around the gills at the thought of what
Max was commanding him to do. "If I find out..." Max sternly cautioned
jabbing his finger toward Brock's chest. "that you failed to carry out my
orders..."

Max let his threat sink in. "No Master Sgt. I won't fail, Sir!" Brock
stammered, visibly shaken. Max could see the fear in his eye. Brock was in
no hurry for a repeat of what had just happened minutes before.

Max opened the briefcase on his desk and removed an envelope, two manila
folders, and a small oblong box and set them in front of him. "After you've
satisfied your wife and probably given her the best sexual experience of
her life..." Max paused, once again emphasizing his orders, "You're going
to sit her down and tell her the truth. Then you're going to tell her that
you're going to immediately petition for a non-contested divorce, granting
her whatever she wants of your joint assets." Max wasn't even trying to be
diplomatic about it now. "Then you're going to pack some clothes and go to
a motel for the night." Max stared right into Brock's eyes. "Tomorrow,
you're going to retain an attorney, and file a divorce petition."

Max looked down and picked up the first manila folder: "These are your
orders to file with base operations tomorrow letting them know you are
going on special assignment effective immediately."

"New assignment Master Sgt.?" Brock's face full of questions he was afraid
to ask.

Max picked up the second manila folder: "These are the requisitions you are
to file before the end of day tomorrow." Max handed it to the Gunny. "Make
sure you get everything in order before you leave."

The Gunny opened the folder and started scanning the contents, a surprised
look on his face. "Are these all approved?" he asked.

Max smiled: "Look at the authorization Gunny."

Brock saw the name: "Lt. General Bastian Hartford!" a look of surprise
swept the Gunny's face. "A three-star general at that." Brock whistled:
"You got some real connections, Master Sgt."

"And you have your orders Marine." Max picked up the small oblong box and
the letter handing the last two items over to Brock. "Friday morning at
zero nine hundred, you are to depart for the Devil Dawg Compound and report
to Sgt. Carl McGregor. He will introduce you to the new team you will be
training with." Max had taken him to the compound several times before, a
couple of times with Carl.

Max smiled wickedly at the next part. "You will be introduced to Corporal
Atticus Walker, whom you will present this envelope too. After he reads the
contents, you are to hand him this box and do exactly as you are instructed
to do."

Max sat back down pleased with himself and with a wave of his hand
dismissed the Gunny. But just as he had opened the door to leave Max called
out his name: "Brock?" The Gunny turned to meet the Master Sgt. eye to eye
and with a big smile on his face Max said: "Enjoy your first taste of pussy
Marine."

Brock left, suddenly feeling very queasy and nauseous, thinking to himself:
"It's going to be a very rough night."

       *************************************************

"So, how does it feel to be a loser?" Gavin didn't expect Billy to answer
that question. It just felt good to be better at something than this big
strong jock.

"That's quite the accomplishment, being better at a video game you've
played a million times compared to someone who has never played it." Billy
retorted.

Gavin feigned indignation: "Do you expect me to believe that you've gotten
to the ripe old age of 17 and have never played Mario Kart?" Gavin clutched
one hand to his chest and the back of the other to his forehead, sweeping
his head upward mockingly: "Lies I tell you, lies!" Billy laughed and
reached over and started tickling Gavin's sides. "Stop that asshole! You're
gonna make me piss myself!"

Billy straddled his chest and begin fingering Gavin's armpits, making him
squirm underneath him, trying to twist away from the tickle torture. "Go
ahead," Billy laughed, a broad grin on his face. "It's not my bed you'll be
pissing in."

After the gym, Gavin had asked Billy if he'd like to come over to his house
and hang for a while. Gavin didn't have many friends that ever came over to
visit, especially any that were as hot as Billy Donnelly. He wondered what
his computer geek friends would think if they saw him now, lying across his
bed with one of the hunkiest guys in their school, straddling his chest,
his bulging crotch mere inches from his face; a crotch Gavin just couldn't
keep his eyes off of.

"Are you staring at my dick again, ya big homo?!" Billy sneered playfully.

"It's hard not to when it's practically shoved right in my face, ya big
prick tease" Gavin laughed and tried harder to push Billy off his chest.

Billy rolled off him and lay down beside him, both of them now lying
sideways across Gavin's bed, their bare feet on the floor. "Do you think
that?" Billy said, his expression a little more serious now, turning his
head to look at Gavin eye-to-eye.

"I didn't mean anything bad by that Billy!" Gavin's face showed his
concern, thinking he had crossed a line and offended Billy by his comment,
quickly adding: "It wasn't a complaint." Gavin bowed his head slightly and
blushed a little: "Truthfully, I kinda like it."

Billy thought for a moment, bringing his arms up to lace his fingers
together behind his head. "I don't tease you because you're gay, ya know,
right?!"

Gavin twisted sideways and propped himself up on one elbow looking at
Billy's strong handsome face. "I know that dude, but...: He paused for a
moment before adding: "This is just all so new to me and sometimes..." He
let his thoughts drift for second thinking how to put his feelings into
words, "I am gay and you're like.." He gulped, too afraid to say what he
was thinking.

"A hot stud muffin you can't take your eyes off of?" Billy goaded and
chuckled trying to break the somber seriousness of the moment.

Gavin smiled back at him and poked him playfully in the ribs. "It's just
that I've never... you know, I've never done..."

Billy sat up putting his hand on Gavin's shoulder. "You mean you're a
virgin bro?" Gavin turned away, not wanting Billy to see him blush now,
"Seriously dude, you've never done anything?" Billy asked, laying back down
folding his hands behind his head again.

"No" Gavin smiled faintly.

"Not even a kiss...nuthin'?" Billy was kind of surprised, but not surprised
at the same time, thinking back at how awkward and bashful he'd been, even
about being naked around another guy. "So you've never even seen a dick up
close, have you?" Billy queried, honestly wondering if today had been the
very first time Gavin had seen one relatively up close like he had today in
the shower earlier. Gavin bashfully looked back at Billy, their eyes barely
connecting, and shook his head no.  If there had been a bulb over Billy's
head it would have lit up and probably exploded at that moment compelling
him to ask: "Would you like too?"

Gavin just looked at him questioningly, confusion by Billy's question
written all over his face.

Billy clarified: "Do you wanna see my dick up close?" Billy almost laughed
out loud, but glad he caught himself after seeing the deer in headlights
expression that now dominated Gavin's surprised, shocked face. "Yes or no
dude? It's not that difficult a question."

Gavin heard the sincerity in Billy's voice, and though he was still more
than a bit shocked by the question, he heard himself timidly respond:
"Yeah."

Billy sat up briefly, pulling his sweatshirt off and tossing it on the
floor, before returning to his previous hands behind head
position. "There...that's better. Might as well get the full show while
we're at it." Gavin continued to sit there not knowing where to begin
staring at Billy's now exposed muscle-bulging chest and rock hard 8-pack
abs.

Billy noted is hesitancy: "Pretend it's Christmas and you're unwrapping
your Christmas present." He said mischievously, grinning ear to
ear. Gavin's eye's were still trying to take it all in. He had seen Billy
with his shirt off before, but not like this, not so close and on display
solely for his enjoyment.

"Can I touch your abs?" Gavin asked, almost breathlessly.

Billy giggled slightly, amused by Gavin's timidness: "You can touch
anything you want."

Suddenly Gavin felt like a kid in a candy store; he didn't know where to
start. He brought his right hand up and placed it palm down in the center
of Billy's abdomen and caressed the hard, bulging mound of his belly,
enjoying the feel of Billy's light brown fur. His fingers traced the
valley's and crevasses of his abdominal muscles, slowly moving upwards to
the twin slabs of rock hard flesh that comprised his pecs. Gavin's
fingertips stroked the line between them as Billy flexed them slightly,
making them grow tauter. Gavin was amazed at the detail of the striations
as they rippled underneath his stroking digits.

Gavin turned his attention to Billy's quarter-sized areolas and the pencil
eraser sized nubs of his nipples and without thinking, he bent his head
down and licked one before realizing what he'd done and jerked back looking
concernedly up at Billy who just smiled back at him.

"It's okay bro. You can touch, kiss, or lick anywhere you want..." Billy
paused then added: "Anywhere but here." he pointed to his lips. "I'm not
that keen on kissing another dude right yet." He laughed making light of
his one restriction.

"That's kewl." Gavin smiled, still considering himself the luckiest gay
virgin in the world right now getting to do all this with one of the
hottest studs he has ever met. Billy watched as Gavin refocused his
attention, moving his hands down tentatively to the waistband of Billy's
sweatpants, He watched with interest as Gavin hooked his thumbs into his
sweats and began easing them down slowly.

As Gavin got up and moved between Billy's muscular thighs and pulled his
sweats down, Billy lifted his hips off the bed allowing Gavin to draw them
down over the growing bulge of his overstuffed jockstrap and slide them
down his legs removing them completely.

Billy's cock began to engorge with blood, expanding the already obscene
bulge of the jock pouch, stretching it outward, straining against the
elastic yielding fabric. He watched as Gavin slipped his fingers over the
bugle extending up to his waistband and began slowly pulling it down over
his growing erection until it popped out and flopped heavily and with a
thumping noise against his belly. Having removed Billy's jockstrap, Gavin
focused his attention on what he considered to be the grand prize: the huge
throbbing piece of meat between Billy's legs.

Gavin marveled at it, his tongue absentmindedly flicking wetly across his
lips, his mouth suddenly watering at the impressive organ. He let his hands
roam over Billy's thighs ever upward toward it, drawn like a moth to flame
his right hand finally touching it, his fingers slowly encircling it's
pulsating girth, lifting it to stand vertically upright.

Billy moaned deeply, a resonant sound that came deep within his chest as
Gavin began to peel away the thick foreskin from his bulbous, lavender-blue
shiny glans. Gavin brought up his left hand and gently cupped the two
large, furry, egg-sized balls that dangled loosely between Billy's hairy
spread muscle taut legs. Awed by the sheer weight and density of them, the
aromatic musky smell that wafted upward into Gavin's nostrils further
intoxicating his senses with pure animalistic lust.

Wanting to fully savor the moment, Gavin leaned in and hesitantly kissed
both cum swollen testes, feeling like an acolyte worshipping at the altar
of Billy's manhood, relishing the pure masculine aroma that was uniquely
his own. With eyes glazed over, his tongue slipped between his lips almost
subconsciously and swabbed the moist and salty flesh. Gavin adoringly
enjoying the strong, sapid flavor of male virility.

Not wanting to ignore the main focus of his lustful journey, Gavin
flattened his drooling tongue against the base of Billy's monumental
phallus and slide it upward in one long continuous stroke ending at the
cleft between his glans then swirling the tip of his tongue against his
frenulum coaxing a low and guttural groan from Billy. Not wanting to
interfere with Gavin's explorations, Billy was doing his best to not reach
down and seize him by the hair and force his aching boner down his throat
and deposit his load. But Billy didn't know how much more he could take
before his libido overrode his need for release.

Gavin lifted his head over Billy's palpitating, bulbous glans, wrapped both
hands around the thick shaft, and pumped gently up and down marveling at
the shiny, smooth, velveteen flesh of his blood-engorged knob. He watched
wantonly as a large, clear, pea-sized, droplet of seminal fluid oozed from
the gaping urethra. Staring up into Billy's lustful blue eyes, Gavin pursed
his lips and sipped the viscous fluid into his mouth and savored the saline
sweetness of masculine secretions for the first time. With hunger and
passion he'd not known existed within him before, Gavin devoured the
helmet-shaped mushroom head and stuffed it deep into his oral cavity,
slurping and sucking like a wanton cock hungry whore.

Billy's groans grew louder, his hands shot to Gavin's shoulders gripping
them tightly, thrusting his hips upward, trying to push more of his dong
passed Gavin's pursed, siphoning lips before his gonads launched the
missiles of his pent up load, blasting like a rocket into Gavin's lip
locked suctioning orifice.

Gavin did not expect the sheer volume of sperm that blasted into his mouth,
let alone the speed and force in which it jetted into the back of his
throat. He gulped and choked, gobbled and guzzled hot molten jizz, his head
dizzy with passion. His eyes rolled back in pure carnal lust, realizing too
late his cock was exploding into his underwear and shorts, his orgasm
spurred by the satiation of his primal hunger for cock.

As the waves of their passion subsided Billy's right hand lifted and gently
stroked the side of Gavin's face. Gavin softly looked upward, still
somewhat in his lustful fugal state, happily sucking and swallowing the
last bits of dick dribble still oozing from Billy's member.

Billy grinned at their eye's locking. "Damn dude! I'm gonna have to let you
win at Super Mario Kart more often!"

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Thanks again goes out too Sam for his diligent editing skills and proof
reading!

I want to emphasize, that while this story isn't a sci-fi one, it is a
modern day fantasy and though that may not seem so presient thus far, those
fantasy elements will become clearer as it progresses.

As always, comments are always welcome, I love hearing from all of you!

Ulf

Feel free to contact me with your comments or questions at: ulfr57@gmail.com