Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 10: Just Stay Chill

Me: Back at it. Come on. Let’s go upstairs. Those videos aren’t going to watch themselves.

Brent turned and nearly sprinted toward the distraction. As I followed slightly behind him on the stairs, I noticed the hair on his ass. I had never really looked at another guy’s ass like that. But it was a rush. As we plopped down on the couch, Brent put his head on my shoulder.

Brent: Thanks. I needed this. You’re a great friend.

I reached over and put my arm around him and pulled him in tight. We were still naked, but our erections had subsided. The hug wasn’t overtly sexual, but more of a hug of emotional support as we sat there awash in adolescent confusion.

Brent: OK. Scene two.

Same girl as scene one. But as the doorbell rang, the cast of male characters had been switched out. They weren’t twins, but they looked oddly similar. So much so that it was confusing as to which one you were watching at any given time. The most distinguishable attribute was that one had a big dick, and the other had a horse dick. Even soft, it was laughably big.

Brent: NO WAY!

Me: Yes way. That is fucking HUGE!

Brent: Do you like that?

Me: Sure. Isn’t it every guy’s fantasy to have a big dick? He’s livin’ the dream. Yours is big, like the other guy. But ain’t neither of us in the league of this guy.

Brent: You think my dick is big?

Me: Have you ever measured it?

Brent: Hasn’t every guy?

Me: You have a point. It’s bigger than mine. But not by much.

The scene continued and she was sucking both of their dicks. One being an obviously more difficult challenge than the other. She laid down on her back and let her head fall over the edge of the bed. The big dick guy started fucking her in the pussy. Horse dick guy stood in front of her, grabbed both sides of her face, tilted her mouth down, and began plunging his horse dick all the way down her throat. You could see the shape of his dick telegraphing on her neck. Once, when he was balls deep, he just stopped. He and big dick guy started having a conversation as if nothing was going on. I still have no idea how she didn’t turn blue.

Brent: Have you ever had your dick sucked?

Me: No. You?

Brent: Nah. But it looks fun. At least for him.

Me: She doesn’t seem to mind.

They switched positions. She seemed relieved to only have to swallow a big dick for a while. Meanwhile, horse dick was wrecking her pussy. Big dick guy pulled out just in time to flood her mouth with cum. She held it in her mouth like a pool, and right before it overflowed, she closed her lips and swallowed the whole load. Brent let out a cheer. Horse dick guy came around and started throat fucking her again. But when he came, he didn’t pull out. He just came deep in her throat. She gagged and choked. Cum was squirting out from the seal between his dick and her mouth. He finally pulled out, and after catching her breath she squealed with obviously false delight. She licked her lips while trying to avoid the thought of needing to be feed by a tube for the rest of her life.

Brent: OK. That was not sexy. I felt sorry for her.

Me: Me too. That was mean. She was having a medical emergency on camera. Not cool.

Brent: This one is Spring Break Orgy. Sounds more our speed.

By this time, we were both raging hard. We were right next to each other. Skin to skin. I had never considered the sexual advantages of being a lefty, but Brent was grabbing wood with his right. I was grabbing mine with my left. And we were able to stoke in mirror union without knocking elbows or having to move apart. We had slung our non-dominate arms around each other. It was cozy, like a grown-up, sexual three-legged race. Spring Break Orgy was certainly more our speed. The crowd was decisively younger and less full of silicone. The guys were hot, but cute as well. There was a friendlier vibe. You didn’t think anybody was going to leave the set in an ambulance.

Brent: If you had to fuck one of these chicks, which would you choose?

Me: Probably the long-haired brunette.

Brent: Blond for me.

Me: Yeah, but she seems so ditzy.

Brent: I said fuck, not marry.

Me: Sure. But intelligent conversation is sexy. Like right now. We’re talking. And I’m about as juiced up as I’ve ever been.

Brent: I kinda wish we would stop talking.

Brent leaned in and kissed me on the ear. He whispered, “this is the best night of my life.” And that was it. I turned and kissed him on the lips. We got a little off balance, and he fell back on the couch. I immediately laid on top of him, hard-on to hard-on. We were officially horizontal.

Me: Right now, I don’t give a shit about those chicks. What I want is right here.

We kissed a little longer, but I moved down his neck, eventually licking his nipple. He let out a huge sigh. I continued my downward drift kissing his treasure trail. As my chin bumped into the head of his dick, the path I was putting into motion was clear. Brent lifted his arms up over his head as if to clear the way to my desires. His bushy pits were highlighted by the ever-changing light coming from the screen. I grabbed his balls and pulled down gently. I licked the pre-cum off the tip of his dick. He convulsed with pleasure. Once my lips were firmed gripped around the head of his dick, I plunged down as far as I could. I thought he was going to levitate over the couch. His body stiffened and he gave in to the feeling. I used my free hand to jack him as an extension of my mouth. The slobber made the blow job slick and gooey. I could tell from his breathing that this was coming to a close rather quickly. He muttered something unintelligibly, and within a half second my mouth was full of cum. I managed to slip off his dick with my lips tightly shut keeping any of the cum from spilling out of my mouth. When I was completely upright, he looked directly into my eyes. I opened my mouth to indicate that it was full of his spunk. Then, I closed my lips and swallowed every drop. The look on his face was like a dream had just come true.

Brent: DAMN! That was amazing. Sorry about cumming in your mouth.

Me: I knew it was going to happen. That was a choice. I wanted to experience it.

Brent: Did you like it?

Me: Very much.

Brent: Really?

Me: Yeah. You taste good.

Brent: Wow. I’m glad that happened with you.

Me: Me too. It was special. Something I’m sure I will remember. I’m looking at you now, and I know this image will follow me to my dying breath.

Brent: You wanta be next?

Me: Fuck yeah!

That Saturday was my sexual awakening. We must have blown each other at least a handful of times before falling asleep exhausted from sexual exertion. Sunday morning, I awoke to the warmth of Brent spooning me from behind. His hard-on pressing urgently against my ass. I threw the covers back, hopped up on my knees, and started playing with that morning wood like it was a new toy at Christmas. With the entire night to recharge, Brent came a huge load in my mouth. After an enthusiastic reciprocation, we showered and went downstairs to fix some breakfast.

Me: Who would have thought?

Brent: Well, not me. But I’m glad we did.

Me: OK. So, what next?

Brent: You mean like right now?

Me: No. Like next week? I’m not ready for this to go any further than the two of us. I hope you aren’t mad about that.

Brent: Outside of us, I don’t want anything to change. For right now, this can be our own little secret. Nobody needs to know. And it doesn’t lock either of us into anything. I say we just stay chill.

Me: Good. That sounds good to me. But I don’t want to stop what we were doing.

Brent: Well, unless grandma gets sick every weekend, it’s going to be little difficult to recreate such an opportune scenario.

Me: True. Part of what made it so comfortable was that we didn’t need to worry about getting caught. Well, let’s just see how we feel and take it from there.

Brent: Sounds good. Right now, my focus is on these scrambled eggs.

Me: Yeah. Sex sure makes you hungry.