Something Different

I am glad to see Butch and Eric back along with some new readers; always nice to see your comments. I hope as I bring Nate, and Cam, to life you will enjoy as much as The Start, and Robby and Ryan. This series will be Something Different. RJC.   

I couldn’t understand or comprehend why I was enjoying myself the way I was spending so much time licking and sucking behind his knee. Maybe it was Nate’s reactions? My tongue moved on its own accord as I went up his thigh, between his cheeks, then back down the other leg smiling at how slick it was in the cavern of his muscles. I had never touched him like I was now and felt I’d been robbing myself to the feel of him under my fingers.

His legs were spread a little, balls resting on his big curved dick under them pointing at his feet.

God, he must have loved doing this to me. I moved up a little so my hands could explore his back and biceps. I brushed my lips along his neck then latched on to an earlobe and sucked. I kissed his knuckles that were bruised from Chip repeatedly ramming his face into Nate’s hand. And again I smiled. I was ready to cum.

My dick had been dripping in his ass crack the whole time I explored and if I didn’t turn him over soon I’d miss the best parts. I knew had cum and didn’t care; he could do it again and I knew he could. I rolled him over. I squeezed under his ball and milked up the shaft then licked the blob that came out. He tasted good.

I slowly made my way back down to his feet and repeated the last ninety minutes; this time on his front. Other than the one swipe of my tongue on his slit, I ignored what would be my final prize. I sucked his nipples, peppered his chest with bites and Hickes. I kissed his eye, cheeks, even his Adam's apple before lowering back down between his legs and went for broke. I took half of him in my mouth doing what I thought he did to me.

This was too… good. I went at his balls like he had mine and enjoyed them in my mouth. I didn’t have to move his legs apart because he did it on his own. He smelled good down there and tasted better. I started the alphabet on his hole; something I saw in a video once. I ran my thumb and tongue over it at the same time wondering, should I, would my thumb come back with poop on it? I hadn’t thought this all the way through.

I meandered my way further up to his big curved cock. I took about half of it in my mouth and looked up at him. I could feel him at the entrance of my throat and didn’t gag. I pulled off leaving a trail of spit looking at his closed eyes. I had seen deep throating in videos wondering how they did it.

I opened up pushing my tongue out making a runway for that curved dick of his and leaned forward. Here he was again with half his cock in my mouth and I swallowed a few times. It felt amazing and weird at the same time. I slithered up between his legs a little more leaning forward as his last four inches slid down my throat. His eyes snapped open and his head came up. He looked right at me as I pulled back.

“Fuck… Cameron. Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… How in the hell did you do that???”

“Do what?” I understood but now was the time I choose to act dumb.

“I tried and could only get half your huge dick in my mouth. How did you do that?”

“This?” as I took half then looked up at him as the rest went down my throat with ease and I twisted my head around as his fell back.

I pulled off licking my lips breaking the line of spit. He was just shaking his head back and forth. I think a lot of it was the angle and his curve. I went back down then did some hard thrusts with his cock firmly in my throat. I kind of had a pride being able to do it and more that it was him. I remembered watching the original Deep Throat and the Doctor telling her about a clit in her throat. I wondered if my prostate had been misplaced.

As I pumped him in and out of me I came moaning around a part of my best friend. I gripped his balls and shaft engorging and swelling him to the point I could hardly swallow his huge organ. I had turned into an animal that would have fought a pack of wolves to have this cock. Just before he came down my throat I went back to his ass hole I wanted to puncture with my dick. I really did.

I felt him push out against the invasion of my tongue and feeling it around me. I could taste myself in his crack. I felt his hands on my cheeks and he pulled me up enough so his pole would hit my mouth. This was, something different; him taking control, something we didn’t do, and I liked it. He pulled me down about halfway with our eyes locked then drove it home and his eyes closed as his mouth hung open a little.

I watched a smile come over his beautiful face as I fought his strength so I could do two-inch throat strokes. My hand still had a vice grip on the swollen shaft in my throat and I eased up feeling what I’d held back trickle down to my stomach. Now I wanted control back. I slapped his hands away and just started long dicking him. From the tip to his pubes I sucked his cock.

I had to admit to myself this was fun. OK. Fun is a bad word. Well, not a bad word but doesn’t describe how I felt doing this. But far and above; I loved turning my best friend into what he was now. It was a constant fight with his hands. He was really a babbling idiot. God, I’d never felt such power before. His legs had started to vibrate, his body was starting to go rigid, He kept mumbling my name. I pulled off rolling back on my knees as his head came up.

“What the fuck, Cam?”

I looked at him fighting my smile, “I’m hungry.” I stated starting to get up.

I didn’t know he could move so fast as he took control again flipping me over on my back and shoving his dick down my throat just resting it deep for a minute. I put my hands on that tight ass of his pulling wanting all he had showing I could take it. I worked his hips pulling and pushing; sometimes fighting for air. He was so close and I wanted the control back.

My legs came up around his chest; Nate was on his back at the foot of my bed and I was between his legs. I knew he was going to cum again and wondered how much it would be. I didn’t want all of it in my stomach and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with the rest of it. Yes, I did. I wanted to play with it.

He let loose with a flood in my mouth when my thumb slid up his ass. I thought his hole was going to bust the digit as I let his eggs run from my open mouth down his shaft till I took that whole thing back in pulling his children up with my lips only to repeat it over and over. I must have spent a half-hour cleaning up the mess I produced as he working my thumb in and out.

Now I didn’t know what to do. I thought about sliding up and letting his slippery cock find its way inside my only other hole. I thought about sliding my way to his lips. I wondered if this made me gay or something beyond. I knew I’d gotten him off like never before but didn’t know how he felt about that. I looked at the window realizing the sun was going down. Fuck, how long have I been going at him?

“Ever thought of teaching a class?” He asked and now I couldn’t help but smile.

“Wanna take a guess who my first students gonna be?” I taunted back.

“Cameron?” It was the way he said it.

Remembering back to what he said to me yesterday, “You’re not gonna go, all Freud, on me are you? Don’t overthink this, Nate. And, I, am, not, your, bitch.” And he smiled pulling me up kissing me in a way I want to grow old feeling.

It was different. Yes, he kissed me yesterday but not like this. Yes, he touched my body in an exploratory way that’d never happened before. And he sucked my dick. But if a peck on the lips was an un-crossable line, he just jumped the Grand Canyon.  

“You, are, so…, my, bitch. Wanna know something else?” And there were his dimples. “You love me, Cameron Jones; almost as much as I love you.” And he squeezed me.

“If it makes you feel better; think that all you want, Nate.” And I rested my head back on his chest thinking about him telling me he loved me in a round-about sort of way.

We both knew, had never said a word about it, we were buds, but I never did comprehend he was in the top two on my love list. I didn’t know what love he was talking about though. I did know about protective love that I felt years ago; this, now, today, was not that. I thought about how we were laying with my head on his chest. The way he was making little circles on my back with his finger and how I was twirling around his nipple.

He nudged me, “Dude. You farted again. Do you do that all the time?” He announced.

“I don’t fart”

“Light a match, Cam.” And he laughed.

I wasn’t laying on him but was next to him with my head on his chest and his arm around me.

“Just so you know; you’re way tighter than your flesh lite.”

“You put your dick in my toy?” As my head came up to look at him.

There were his dimples again. “Really? You’re gonna have a tizzy because I stroked my cock with your toy when it was just down your.” And he stopped. The realization had just slapped him I guess; the dimples faded.

It was kind of funny the sword I was willing to die on now considering that what he didn’t finish was true. I stretched across him grabbing the gelatin toy pushing two fingers inside.

“You, fuckin, lubed, it?” I asked with a look.  

“I think the directions say you should. It’s not like I don’t know where you keep it, Cam. I didn’t know how long you were going to be in the shower.”

I rolled over on top of him and if he hadn’t been curved the way he was I might have just slid down a little more. I moved my hand back looking over my shoulder sliding the toy I’d only used once onto this curved shaft.

“You are totally tighter, Camy.” And I must have scowled.

“Who’s my Bitch, NRD?” That got him.

In our freshmen year we came up with the initials and I became CJ and I called him NRD; nerd. He hated it. Now sitting on his chest I stroked him with my toy wondering what or where we go from here. In the last two days, he had made love to me in the most tender and intimate way with his mouth and I had done the same.

He looked at me, “I gotta go, Cam.” And he slid out from under me not looking in my eyes.

I watched him sort the clothes in the corner then button his shirt before he pulled the tight pants over his ass. He stuffed himself in the front still not turning to me and was gonna walk out without looking back. I got up and slipped my hands under his shirt and pulled a little.

“Don’t do that, Cam. It’s so… fuckin gay.” He said so… dejected. And he pushed my hands away.

“You are overthinking this, aren’t you?” And he turned to now look me in the eyes.

“I am not overthinking anything. I just have one question. How many dicks have you sucked, Cameron?”

I must’ve had a shocked look on my face as my eyes started to burn from his cruel question.

“Oh, don’t look like that. Nobody could do what you did; without practice. Just tell me who it was or, who they were?” I could feel the spray like venom on my face.

Now I was pissed. No, I was hurt that he would think of me in that way. “Well, I could ask you the same question? Who have you been playing with? You suck a dick like a pro and damn near broke my thumb as you rode it like, like, like a fuckin whore.” And if I could’ve reeled the words right back into my mouth, I would have.

I watched him knowing he wanted to do to me what he had Chip, and I dared him. I thought about squaring off and doing a half a dozen jabs to his face for disrespecting in a way no other had ever before. But that wasn’t the kind of pain I wanted to inflict on him. I wanted to hurt him in the heart as he had me. He picked up his coat and walked out.

I wanted to follow him to apologize or continue this fight we were having. I heard the door slam and I walked to the window watching him leave for maybe the last time. I guess he did have a point; how was I supposed to know I have a gift. It’s not like I knew, I’d never sucked a guy, never had a dildo or tried to suck one. But the one thing I knew for certain; I loved doing that to him.

I picked up my phone flopping on the bed. I pulled the contact for him admiring the picture. He had great dimples and just the one on his right showed because it wasn’t one of his huge smiles; when all his straight white teeth showed. I started so many texts, ‘Sorry.’ ‘You’re such an ass.’ ‘I’ve never been with anybody like that.’ And I closed the page never hitting send.

 I thought about what he said when I put my arms around him; ‘that’s so gay.’ And I realized. Just the fact that Cass asked about us terrified him. He had to know that I didn’t cruse guys, didn’t think about cocks that didn’t hang from him, or that I would have let Nate put his big dick in me if that’s what he wanted. And I think he did want it. And the way he rode my thumb I’m sure I could have loved him in that way.

I guess we were lost in the moment when my head rested on his chest and his finger lightly danced across my back as mine made circles around his nipple. I really didn’t think about us both being boys, it was just Nathan. He didn’t seem all weirded out in the afterglow of what I’d done or what might happen if he didn’t leave. I don’t know what his trigger was after.

The thing was I just didn’t think. I would have never been in that position with another guy and really never gave a thought about being between a girls’ legs or doing the alphabet on her ass hole. Being with Nathan like we were just seemed natural, normal. I was happy and I know he was. But somehow that changed. He didn’t freak about the kiss, didn’t hold back when he squeezed and pulled me tighter, and it was his choice to lightly kiss the side of my head not caring if I noticed.

My mind started playing the previous two days in my head. We had been jacking each other for the last four hundred days, learned to love the torcher we impose on the other that made us cum so… fuckin hard. Then yesterday morning the way he ran his hands over my chest pinching and pulling the hair under my belly button. Things were starting to make sense.

Something changed for both of us after he blew me but we hadn’t stopped long enough to think about all the ramifications. I remembered the smile on his face this morning when I picked him up and he told me to lose the hat. Those dimples that could hold a pea, his eyes so big and bright, those lips that had been wrapped around my dick emptying my unborn children into his mouth.

Then I thought about lunch and the thing with Chip. How we were so flirtatious with our eyes and words, how we understood exactly what was going to happen when I parked in the garage, and how there wasn’t going to be any beating around the bush when I got in the shower. I saw nothing gay about any of it.

From your Author.

My readers, that follow me understand I don’t like writing in the POV style. It’s much harder on my end than from a single perspective, but it is a style I like to read and used extensively in my; well, I don’t know what to call it. I am doing chapter 31 of a thing I came up with called, The Start. The fiction is modern-day; things you see on the news or other things will be familiar. It is running parallel to this one.

 But these two young men dominating Something Different, are very complicated. One is confident, very good looking, and he has talents; as in, more than two. The other, Nathan; smarter than fuck, as good looking as his best friend; he is going to be my hard child because he lacks confidence. I relate more to Cameron, but Nathan. For those who read I’ve made reference to other Authors'. I have to assume this isn’t the first time you have logged on to this site? I speak for myself and maybe some of the authors when I say ‘Our stories, are our children’ and I may have never really understood that until now. RJC.