It Had To Be One of Us

From your Author: I will now refer to the last chapter of, ‘When we Cum Face to Face’. It was months ago now. I saw our host comment at length about the fore mentioned installment. He didn’t understand like those who have read from the start. Or maybe nobody understands.

The, ‘When we cum face to face started as a collaboration between us, him, my Grandson, and myself because he found my life on GD. In spite of what our Host voices; We think it’s a good read if you start at the beginning and pay attention.

We should introduce the guys. So just a little background from Robby. Both our boys are eighteen, gonna finish High School in June, and have been friends for a long time. Lately, things have sort of changed.

My best friend is Dexter; or Dex. We’ve been friends but have never done anything gay. Lately, things have morphed a little. I mean a slap to the ass walking down the hall was commonplace but the squeeze in passing was new. The first time was a surprise but it too became commonplace.

A little about Dex. He has this full Frampton hair from back in the day, knows how he looks but is modest and shy. And he has been looking at me differently as of late. He sat on the window sill watching me roll with a smile on his face when I looked at him.

“What?” I asked as I put flame to it and smiled back.

He didn’t answer with words but his eyes told me. We’d been out playing horse and were in my room with him on the window sill. I lit the joint and stood looking at him as I took a big old rip; I guess it’s gonna be me, I thought.

I put the lit part in my mouth as I pulled on both sides of his open shirt bringing his face so close to mine. I didn’t close my eyes watching him suck in the thick blue smoke and I watched his eyes close. I held onto his shirt as I backed away a little then pushed the shoulders of it over his.

So you want to know what I’m looking at now? I know you do. My friend Dexter is shorter than me by just a little, he’s been working out since ninth grade and his cuts would hold paperclips today. I have been paying closer attention lately.

The way he looks at me now makes butterflies in my tummy. He sees more than I do when looking at myself in the mirror. It’s not like I’m hard on the eyes; I swim.

I don’t know if it was the weed, my balls suddenly growing, or if I realized, I would be the one to make the first move. It was a long look between us, watching each other, and I moved in.

I pushed his hair back on the left side, I love his earring. In his face, I told him, “I don’t want to hear you say no, don’t, or stop. “You good with that?” I asked.

“Ryan?” He questioned as I decided I wanted to taste behind his ear first. I didn’t hold back with both hands on his hips.

The second my tongue touched him his head fell sideways allowing me to continue. I licked and sucked on the small diamond stud in his left ear. I rose up and sucked his neck then his shoulder. When I pinched his right nipple he let out a yelp. Somehow I knew I was on to something.

I mean I saw the streams running down his sides from me and our game; there was no smell. I sucked the other nipple and looked further down as my hand now cupped him.

Again I heard him say my name then, “No, don’t, stop.” Those were the safe words. Wait, what? And I stopped.

“NO-NO-NO. Please don’t stop,” He said not looking at me. And I smiled going back to what I was doing.

As I sucked a nipple my hand continued and felt the bulge on the right of his tight jeans. It was wet. I thought about it. It was impossible for anybody not to know he was a ‘right hanger’.

I mean, really? My fingers did the buttons and his commando dick was set free as I looked down. What a sight. And it flexed rising higher uncontrollably.

“Ryan?” He said my name again. It wasn’t ‘no, don’t, or stop’.

I thought looking down to his wet helmet; did I want to suck him? Fuck-yes, I did. But it was more than that and I did after examining everything. The curve he had, the flared nob, the purple veins, the length and girth he was endowed with.

Yes, I did want to do that, but it was more. I wanted to give to him something of myself. The thought of a guy taking the most intimate part of another into his mouth, to give pleasure in a way that most never talk about; most never admit they wanted or wanted to do.

I was on my knees admiring a dick like it was a Picasso. He stood motionless as my tongue licked a big old drop from his fountain then milked the cum tube for the remaining. I mean, I’ve only seen a couple of dicks in my life; never one this close. I took a deep breath.

I felt his balls move in the smooth sack held in my hand, the strength of them, so big and firm. At this point, I didn’t want to meet his eyes that I knew were burning the top of my head.

From the Author.

I know this was short but was just a tease of what’s to cum. RJC.