…five other guys and I had been out on the basketball court and deep into a 3-on-3 battle for basketball supremacy. That we were evenly matched just added to that need to soundly defeat each other for those most important bragging rights.
The games were energetic and everyone’s skill level was pushed to the next level; in the early goings, there was lots of trash talking and attempts to duplicate the eye-popping moves as seen by the very best NBA players but as the games got to be more serious, all you could hear was the sounds of the game: The squeak and scuff of sneakers on the asphalt-like surface; the sounds of heavy breathing and exertion along with a few choice curse words and, not all that often, someone calling a foul and, more often, someone being congratulated for a good shot or play.
The games finally ended with both teams winning three games – a stalemate and while no bragging rights were claimed, there was great camaraderie between us just the same along with promises of a different outcome the next time we played against each other. The six of us retired to my place, which was right across the street from the park and courts, to consume large quantities of water as well as washing off the salt crust and musky funk we all wore as badges of honor and a testimony of our hustle on the courts.
Predictably, the water was replaced first with beer, then with more stronger hairs of the dog and it didn’t take long for the six of us to develop a very nice buzz as I had music playing in the background and we talked about the highlights of the game played which included some after-the-game trash talking and some trash talkers getting clowned when their moment of basketball glory got stolen by a missed or blocked shot or some other basketball faux pax that saw the trash talker trying to save face while the rest of us laughed.
Also predictably – and given the state most of us were in – the topic of sex came up, from getting laid to dicks being sucked; nothing all that unusual about that given how much our collective testosterone levels had been raised during the games and were still so elevated that you could actually smell it in the room; a hot, musky and somewhat cloying scent that tickled the nose and caused dicks to stir. So when the conversation got to a tipping point, I wasn’t in the least bit surprised when one guy said, “Um, yo, you know, if we were to, ah, take care of things with each other, it wouldn’t a big deal, you know, if, um, um, y’all were okay with it?”
Four of the guys I knew would be more than okay with it but the fifth guy? I wasn’t sure about him; it wasn’t that he was unknown to any of us because we all knew him but my slightly buzzed brain dredged up the fact that this was the first time he’d come to my place after the games and, as such, hadn’t been aware or exposed to what was about to take place. Even as I heard him agree that “a little action would be nice right about now,” I could see he was… nervous? Excited? I couldn’t quite put my finger on what I was seeing as shirts and shorts came off to reveal very erect cocks and balls hanging low with heavy loads of unspent sperm.
The “new guy” looked… uncertain as we started to pair off; I could feel great anxiety starting to flow from him and thought that he only now realized that he’d agreed to something that he probably didn’t think was really going to happen. As one of the fellas settled in between my legs and lowered his head to my dick, I could see the new guy’s eyes go very wide and shuffling from side to side to see the other guys settling in to suck dick and before he realized that the guy he got “stuck” with had just swallowed his dick right down to his pubic bone… and the look on his face told me that he was going to be in trouble at some point but my view of him got blocked as I joined the guy sucking me on the floor and my vision was filled with his large, fat dick lowering itself to slide right into my open and welcoming mouth.
It was… a bit difficult for me to focus on what I was doing and what was being done to me because over the sounds of moans and groan and the “obscene” slurping that was the hallmark of cock sucking, I could hear him, could hear the… fear in his moaning as well as his rather weak attempts at refusing to take his “partner’s” dick into his mouth. I knew he was in trouble but there was nothing I could do to help him at the moment. I’d heard him saying that he couldn’t then I heard the unmistakable sound of a voice being muffled and silenced by a dick being inserted into a mouth; I was about to stop what I was doing (and what was deliciously being done to me) to intercede on his behalf when I noticed that his sounds of protest had changed to sounds of unexpected pleasure. Things were really heating up there on my living room floor; the two guys behind me and to my left had stopped the, ah, vigorous 69 they’d been in and in favor of asses being fucked and with both guys flip-flopping with each other like it was a marathon or something like that.
The dick in my mouth was growing harder and fatter; its owner displayed excellent coordination as he fucked into my mouth while never “missing a beat” as he continued to devour my hardness… then I heard and felt him grunt as his cock rapidly swelled and followed by a lot of pretty big gouts of cum and that nearly indescribable feeling of his dick pulsing in my mouth. He tasted… salty. A bit malty and boozy-sweet. I didn’t get to make any other “observations” because I was cumming and I got lost in the intensity of my release while being dimly aware of my partner’s fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he held me deep in his mouth and throat.
Then that moment of absolute clarity arrived and as my partner and I disengaged, I immediately looked to my right to see how the new guy was fairing and because, honestly, I’d forgotten about him. One look showed him on his back, his legs being held high and wide as his partner’s cock was being, well, slammed into him and, for a moment, I was greatly concerned but his eyes met mine and I saw that, at least for now, he was okay and even more so when he actually smiled at me.
If the six games of basketball we’d played were fierce and energetic, they just paled in comparison to how fiercely we went at each other as we pretty much wound up in a pile of hot and sweaty bodies. Dicks were sucked and no ass went unfucked before it was all said and done. And as if on cue, one by one, we all got cleaned up and guys got dressed and went on their way and with a promise to be on the courts bright and early the next day and it was only at that moment when I realized that it was dark outside and that meant we had been at this for hours. As I moved around the living room in all my naked glory to collect empty beer cans and the few bottles of vodka and whiskey that had been emptied, I realized that I wasn’t alone, that not every one had left… and the new guy was sitting there with a look on his face that told me that he was having a serious problem as he tried cope with what had happened and what he’d done.
Talking to him was… difficult and with me starting the discussion with, “If you weren’t okay with this, why didn’t you just leave? There would have been no shame in you begging off and you wouldn’t have been the first guy who’d begged off for some reason.”
“I started to but, shit, a part of me didn’t want to since, aw, man, you guys were obviously game for it,” he said and making it hard for me to hear him since he was talking to the floor between his feet.
“I saw you and you looked like you hadn’t believed that we were going to actually do this, huh?” I asked – and he confirmed it with a nod.
“I didn’t think y’all was really gonna do anything,” he said. “Then y’all got right into it and I was like ‘Oh shit’ and it was like I couldn’t move, couldn’t take my eyes off what I was seeing and then, um, shit, then homeboy was sucking my dick and…”
His voice trailed off and I felt… bad for him but said, “Okay, yeah, I know how you feel; you weren’t of a mind to get into it but once he started sucking you, a different story and all that and then it got even more different when he slid his dick into your mouth, right?”
He just nodded without saying anything.
“I think you were about to shit yourself or something being all caught up in this but you realized that, hmm, this ain’t all that bad, right?” I asked – and he just nodded.
“I saw him fucking you and, frankly, I was surprised myself,” I said. “But I’m thinking that you agreed to it but maybe didn’t really want to but, again, found out that it wasn’t all that bad.”
“Yeah, that covers it,” he said. “I feel… good but not really, like I just made the biggest mistake in my life but, shit, damn, that shit was good…”
“And now you’re trying to deal with it and that’s not easy but I’m gonna tell you not to kick your own ass about it. See, the rest of us? This wasn’t anything new and it usually happens after we play ball and get buzzed but, then again, we all knew that we’d be down for it because it wasn’t anything none of had never done before – and not necessarily with each other.”
“Yeah, you all looked like you knew what you were doing,” he said. “Man, I was scared but I wanted to do what everyone else was doing, ya know? But it was like now I was all up in it and I wanted to stop… but I couldn’t – that make any sense?”
“It does make sense,” I said with a sigh. “Shit hops off, you know you’re all horny and shit and your brain is screaming at you to haul ass but another part of you ain’t trying to move – I get it; I gotta apologize because I saw that you were in trouble but, um, I couldn’t get to you because, well, you know.”
“That’s okay,” he said – and finally looking up at me. “I just don’t know if I can handle what I did or how I’m supposed to handle it!”
“Start by understanding that no matter what you might have heard about this, it’s just sex and it’s really not that unusual for guys to get horny and decide that doing something about it now is better than doing something about it later and the rule is always what we do with each other doesn’t go any further than whoever’s there… and you gotta know that a lot of the fellas have been here after playing… and the same thing has happened and you’re not the first guy to get caught up in it, like, the guy you were with? I remember his first time and he was so upset that he barfed all over me as I was sucking his dick.”
“He did? Damn…” he said.
“Yeah, today was like his third time,” I said. “But you wouldn’t know it, right?”
“Nah but how many times was this for you?” he asked.
“This is old news to me,” I said. “As a matter of fact – and because I know it – no one that was here has more experience in this than I do.”
“No shit?” he asked. “But you’re not gay… are you?”
“Not even,” I said. “But I’m no stranger to getting some dick and now you aren’t, either. I just wanna make sure that you ain’t gonna lose your mind over this. I need you to understand that what happened doesn’t mean that you’re gay; all it means was that you got horny just like the rest of us did and, well, that got taken care of, didn’t it?”
“Yeah… and that’s the part that’s fucking with me,” he said. “I ain’t never done no shit like this before and, shit, it wasn’t all that bad but, shit, I dunno.”
“Yeah, quite a few of the fellas found out that it wasn’t as bad as they thought it was or would be,” I said. “It’s really okay but it’s going to take some time for you to digest all of this and it might not be easy and if it isn’t, just come on by and we’ll talk, okay?”
Two days later, he did stop by and when I saw him at my door, I knew why he was there and I also knew why we hadn’t seen him on the court for those two days. I let him in and we took seats in the living room; I saw him looking around and was sure he was remembering what he’d gotten himself into two days ago. I just sat and watched him, waiting to hear what he had to say.
“What if I wanted to do that shit again?” he asked and surprising me a little – that’s not what I’d expected to hear out of him first.
“Then you do,” I said. “Shit, everybody thinks this is some fucked up shit, that it means you gotta be gay and all that shit when, really, it’s just having sex and it really doesn’t mean anything more than that. I’m guessing that you’ve been thinking hard about it and you probably couldn’t find a reason to, um, hate yourself for it and had to admit that as weird as it was, you liked it and it was okay.”
“Yeah, something like that,” he said. “I just can’t get it out of my head, ya know?”
“Yeah, I do know,” I said. “It was very different; really scary but then not all that scary. Exciting as a motherfucker and there’s probably a part of you that is shocked and maybe even ashamed that you did some shit you knew you weren’t supposed to do… but another part that is happy as a motherfucker that you did so, no, I’m not really surprised that you might want to do it again – it happens with a lot of guys who experience this for the first time.
“Man, you know a lot of shit about this shit,” he said with a laugh – and that was a good sign.
“I should; I’ve been doing it for a long time,” I said. “And I’m not ashamed of it, either.”
“I don’t think I really am either,” he said. “Man, this is some shit to get your head around!”
We sat and talked about pretty much all of it; I could tell two things about him. The first was that he was okay with all that had happened and the other was… his dick was hard and, to be honest, mine wasn’t all that soft. I could very much remember how good it felt when I got to suck his dick and my sense of… disappointment that I wasn’t the one to suck that nut out of him – one of the other guys had literally picked me up and set me aside so he could take my place – and we had had a good laugh about that the next day. I was now thinking that if he wanted to do something, I wasn’t going to object and by the way he was now fidgeting in place, I was pretty sure he wanted to.
“So, um, um, if I said that I wouldn’t mind if we sucked each other off, you’d be okay with it?” he asked – and, hmm, how did I know he was gonna ask?
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked. “The main thing is would you be okay with it. I understand that what happened the other day was a huge shock to your system but if there’s even the slightest hint that you’re really not okay with it then, no – I’m not gonna be okay with us doing that; I’ve seen it go really bad for some guys and since we’re cool and all that, I’d rather not see it go bad for you.”
“I’m okay – seriously,” he said. “So, um, can we do this?”
And we did it… twice. He wasn’t what I would have called “a natural” but what he lacked in skill, he made up with enthusiasm and, in a way, I envied him because he was discovering how pleasurable it was to suck dick and be sucked and a moment that was long behind me. It was… funny that he’d often stop to ask me if I thought he was doing it right and making me stop blowing him to tell him – and assure him – that he was doing it right… and he should just keep on doing it right. Sucking his dick was comfortable and I could take him deep and hold him easily. He tasted… good. Not all that salty and just a little sweet. I liked the way he gently thrust into my mouth and I was kinda laughing in my head as he tried to get the hang of the coordination that being in a 69 calls for or trying to keep sucking me when I was doing such a number on him that he’d often let go of me but, um, that was a “game” I was playing with him. I wanted him to lose it; I needed him to lose it and pump his nut into my mouth so I could swallow all of it… and he didn’t disappoint me one bit.
He took my nut with only a little difficulty and when we were resting and recharging he had said, “Man, um, yeah, swallowing that stuff takes a little something, don’t it?”
“Yeah, it does but the more you do it, the easier it gets and you don’t even think about it… unless his shit tastes nasty,” I had said.
“Yours doesn’t taste bad at all – did mine taste okay?” he asked.
“I didn’t spit it out so, yeah, it did,” I said and returning the compliment he’d payed me.
The first round was… frantic as we both gave into our hungers; the second one was a lot less frantic as we took our time sucking each other’s dick and balls and he even had the “nerve” to push a finger into me and two could play that game so I pushed a finger into him; I heard and felt him gasp – then he flooded my mouth with spunk and caught me off guard for a moment but I caught up with it, swallowing his load while gently fucking into his mouth until I gave up my pent-up load as well.
“Man, that was something,” he said. “Shit, if I had known this shit could feel this good, I’d have been all over it before now! Ya know what I mean?”
“Yeah – I’ve heard a lot of guys say the exact same thing,” I said. “You’re good, right?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” he said. “You gonna be on the court tomorrow?”
“Yep but it’s supposed to rain at some point,” I said. “But I’ll be there and the other guys probably will be, too.”
He’d left and I sat there thinking about what we’d done and feeling a little shitty that I didn’t tell him what the other guys had said about him. It wasn’t bad in any way but I think he might have been a little freaked out to know how much they enjoyed breaking him in and how disappointed they were that he hadn’t shown up for a couple of days… so they could get at him again. I’d decided that he’d find out at some point so telling him before he did, well, better to just let him find out how much the other guys enjoyed the shit out of him.
I felt… bad that he just got tossed into this and chided myself because I had assumed that he’d done something like this before and as the other guys had and to some extent but that look he had on his face as dicks started getting sucked told me that, shit, he was new to this and, at that moment, in trouble. It turned out well for him and that was a huge weight off of my mind both then and now. He was now “one of us,” men who weren’t gay (or even wanted to be) but being able to enjoy having sex with each other just the same and in the time-honored “boys being boys” way.
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