Testing, Testing... 1 2 3

Solving the Puzzle

It was Cam calling Matty queer that triggered it, Eddie suddenly realized something. "Queer. Gay," he said aloud.

Matty was astonished, "Not you too!"

"No, no. You know I’m good, I don’t hate anyone, but I just realized something."

Cam was still seething, "What?"

"The thing, or pad, or voice, or whatever, identified you as straight and me as bi-sexual, but it said Matty was a cock-sucker, not gay. Matty, why is that?"

"You think he’s one of them? Sent in here to test us?" Cam asked a little spooked.

"No. I’m just asking a simple question, don’t get all Twilight-Zone on me, okay?" Eddie turned to Matty, "Matty?"

Matty, paced and was open, but cautious in his voice, "Well, I guess that is a better way to describe me. I suck a LOT of cock, I LOVE the taste of sperm and I CRAVE di..."

Cam grimaced, "Eeeewwww!"

"Oh please! I’m sure you cum in your girlfriend's mouth!"

"That’s different!"

Eddie added, "It’s not, really. Anyway. Back to Matty."

"Yes?"

"I need to ask this, so please don't be offended, are you a top or a bottom?"

Matty didn’t answer. Cam prompted him, "Well? You like to pack the fudge or get it packed, ...fag?"

Eddie tried to correct him, "That’s not very accurate ...or nice."

Cam was getting tired of people correcting him, "Does it fucking matter? He knows what the fuck I mean, doesn’t he? Now lay off me, before I fucking lose it."

"I’m not really either - a top or a bottom. I have been fucked and I’ve fucked, but I don’t really like either one. My dick gets soft doing those things. I’m just a cock-sucker and that’s why the machine, or whatever, must have said that, instead of gay."

Eddie was sure, "Ok, that helps to narrow it down, then. This is about blow-jobs."

"But I already blew you."

"I know. But I’m guessing, that you have to blow…" he turned slowly toward Cameron.

Cam realized what he was saying. "No fucking way. I am not letting any guy suck on my dick."

"It’s just a blow-job, dude, it’s harmless. Close your eyes and you won’t even know."

"I’d expect that kind of shit from the fag, here, but not from you. And trust me I would know."

"Well, at any rate, we should ask. I just have to word this correctly…" he took a moment to compose it in his head, "If Matty sucks Cameron’s dick, makes him cum, and swallows, will you set us all free?"

The three males intently watched the light panels. The moment was palpable and thick and seemed very long to all of them. Then green light lit up and went out.

Eddie raised a hand in triumph, "There! Simple. I figured it out! All we have to do is get your mouth on his dick and we’re all home free. Easy."

Cam, "Not so fast, Eddie. What if I don’t want this faggots mouth anywhere near my dick? What then, huh?"

"Then I guess were all gonna fucking DIE in here for the of lack of water in about three days, or we stay here until you give in, fucking man up and do the deed and we can all leave."

Tension and Release

Cam raised a fist and almost hit Eddie in the face, but he stopped, just short, and held off. After and intense moment between the two, he lowered his fist and left Eddie standing there. Cam faced a wall, took in a long breath and was slightly beaten and lost. "So, I gotta get off in the fags mouth, huh?" He turned around, "Can I just jack off into his mouth?"

The red light lit up and then went out, "Damn!"

Eddie said, "It was worth a shot."

"Yeah, I know. But it would seem they want to test me by getting an actual blow-job from a…"

Matty finished it for him with some pride, "Fag?"

"Yeah. Only, I don’t think I can do it."

"Awh, buck up there, dude, I’m sure a young strong guy like you can do it."

"Don’t start with me, Eddie. What I’m saying here, is this. I don’t even think I can get a hard-on with a guy. You gotta be into it, ya know? Even he said that he doesn’t like to fuck, makes his dick soft. I don’t even know if I can get wood with a dude, and trust me, that would make sucking me off damn near impossible."

"Give Matty a chance. You might be surprised. He's very talented."

Matty was proud, "Thank you."

Cam looked at Matty who grinned. Cam then flung up his arms and spun around, "Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually fucking considering this! An hour ago I was one hundred percent, all-American, football playing, heterosexual, no questions asked, now… fuck. Now, God knows what I am. Sick. That’s for sure."

Eddie carefully put a hand on his shoulder, "It’s just a blow-job, dude. What are you so afraid of?"

Eddie looked into Cams eyes and didn’t get it, but Matty did. He spoke up, "I know."

They both asked him, "You do?"

"Yeah, it’s easy. I suck off a ton of straight guys, right? I love suckin’em."

Cam was genuinely surprised, "You do?"

"Yeah, straight guys are my favorite! And I have learned to understand them and how they work. I had to, to make it happen or I wouldn’t get any dick to suck or sweet, straight-sperm to swallow. It’s like this, they are nervous and scared that first time and I know why."

"Why?"

"Well, I suspect that most guys, not all, of course, but most are afraid of just one thing."

Cam could stand it no longer and yelled, "Then for fuckssakes tell us why that is you useless faggot!"

"Fine! They’re afraid they might like it! And then what would that make them? Gay? Bi? Bendable? Not straight? What? That’s what they fear the most. Their own label for themselves wouldn't fit any more and that is what they fear the most. Not knowing who they are or what their roll in their society becomes."

There was no more talking after that for a long time. They all sat on the floor while hours passed in silence. Everyone needed to absorb what was going on and what had been said and how they all felt about one another and their odd situation.

A few hours is a long time to sit quietly in a small room and do nothing. Eddie and Matty were not going to press Cam any further however, as they both knew that he had to come to his own decision about what he wanted to do (...or not) and until he did, there wasn't much more to say or do.

They were all getting thirsty and Eddie was famished having missed his dinner-date with his girl-friend. Cam was also hungry, as he usually ate after practice, but he had been denied that opportunity.

They all just sat or laid on the floor and let time pass. Each of them came to accept that, in this case, Matty was probably right. He was at least correct, in that, Cam WAS afraid he might like it and if he did, then what would that make him? It could shatter all the beliefs he held about being a guy and about himself and who he was. It would go against his upbringing and change his views on life and sex. It’s not easy, or even possible for some men, to go through that much change in their thinking.

The question was, could Cameron do it?

Eventually Cam stood up and said out loud, "Fine, okay, lets do this. But I need to be sure here, If I let the fag blow me, and I, uh, shoot in his mouth and he... swallows it? Will you, uh, let us all go?"

The green light quickly lit up and went out.

"Okay. As long as we’re all clear."

"And I guess I get to watch," Eddie said eagerly rubbing his hands together.

Eddie’s appearance then faded and he was gone from the cell. 

Matty quickly asked, "Did you send him home?" The green light lit up. "Okay. And he’s unharmed?" The green light lit up again.

Eddie had missed his date with Debbie, but they made up and he eventually had his fourth date with her (and his famous sauce). She was impressed with his cooking and his natural charm and they continued to date. He also continued to get casual, tonsil-pasting, head from his downstairs neighbor, though, at times, he wished it was Matty's mouth sucking his dick, instead.

One Simple Rule

Cam said, "Well, that might make this a little easier for me, if I have to do this, I don’t need a fucking audience."

"You don’t."

"I don’t what?"

"You don’t have to do this."

"But we all agreed, and the thing told us and…"

"Hey, I have one rule. I never force anyone to do anything. That is rape. It may surprise you to hear something so strong from a... fag, but I’d rather die in here than rape a person. It's your dick and you get to decide where it goes."

Cam read him and understood that he was real and serious. "So, um, what do we do then? I don’t want to die in here either, but I am starving, and thirsty and eager to get the fuck out of here."

Matty was dead serious, "You can force ME..., but I wont force you."

This was a long and somewhat tender moment between two males. Cam answered him, "Uh... I can't force you. I’m not a rapist, either."

"So then... if we do this, it will be consensual?"

"Yeah, dude. It will be consensual. No, not consensual, well yes, consensual, but I mean... how about friendly? Right? Friendly?"

Matty raised an eyebrow, "Are we friends, Cam?"

Cam was a team player, and a very responsible, gentle giant at heart remember? He realized that Matty was no threat to him (or his manhood) and that if he had to do this with someone then doing it with Matty would be his best option. "Yeah... Matty." Cam had not called him fag. It was a tiny breakthrough and they both smiled, Cam added, "We are friends."

Now that everyone was agreed things suddenly seemed awkward. As if they knew WHAT they had to do, but just couldn’t do it. "Fuck it," Cam said dropping his pants and underwear. He never wore a cup and his soft dick was now visible to Matty; it was four inches...soft. "Please don’t touch my ass."

"I won’t. It’s just a blow-job."

"Thanks. I’m gonna trust you on that."

Matty looked Cam in his nervous eyes, "I promise, as your friend." He knelt.

"Okay, go on then. Sorry if I’m a little ... down there, I got zapped right after practice and didn’t get to shower."

"Cam, you know I like the man-scent. I don't mind it at all. I like it. It's you."

"Great, I’m gonna close my eyes and flip into a fantasy, ...with lots and lots of girls, ...let’s not talk too much, okay?"

"Okay."

Cam had a full pubic bush that was thick, but blond, making it appear less. Matty began slowly and carefully with Cams unexcited, circumcised dick, he gave it a kiss and inhaled the strong and very pleasing smell of his jock-crotch. It helped to relax both of them.

For a moment Matty was about to reach up under Cams jersey and play with his nipples, but he quickly stopped himself as he didn't want to spook Cam. He took a single chance in licking under his sack and into the damp crevice between his leg and crotch and Cam didn't seem to notice or mind. Matty returned to kissing the soft wonderful pecker before him until he was slurping, and then finally, actually sucking on it. Mattys throat opened for what going to be a long dick as it continued to grow and get solid between his lips. Matty never had a problem with his gag reflex and was able to deep throat within his first few months of sucking cock.

Cameron had had many blow-jobs but this one was truly turning out to be more than any of those had ever been.

The way Matty approached Cam's dick was with a kind of awe and a very deliberate intent. He seemed to want to savor it that cock and he did not want to rush the moment. At the same time he was never sloppy or loose fisted or limp mouthed. Matty knew how to handle a guys dick, you didn't crank down on it too hard, but you also didn't pussy-foot about with it, either. There is nothing worse or more frustrating than a lame blow-job that is so soft and timid that the guy can barely feel it.

When his fully erect eight inches disappeared into Matty's hungry mouth and deep throat Cam found a new kind of heaven in an instant. Oh it felt so good! Cam didn't realize what his hands were doing and Matty soon felt those large hands in his hair and on his head.

As the big guy focused on his fantasy, and the amazing feeling of his dick moving in and out of Matty's mouth (and throat), Matty started to really suck him. He licked and lipped and kissed and sucked hard and gave Cameron the best bee-jay he knew how to. He could taste some pre-cum and that was a good sign.

"Yeah," Cameron said, "This is working, I could get off from this." Matty had his mouth full and couldn’t reply. "I gotta warn ya, though, dude, I haven’t cum in a few days."

Matty stopped and unplugged the delicious, eight inch, wet dick from his mouth, "What?"

"Yeah, I lied, bro. I don’t have a girlfriend and I haven’t jacked off in like five days."

"Mmm. I can't wait to taste it," he said, before cramming that wet dick back in.

"Yeah, I really think, you're gonna get it. You definitely do give one mean blow-job."

The short conversation had made Cams dick semi-soft. Matty’s warm and silky mouth corrected that problem nice and quickly. It was Matty that took both Cams hands and placed them firmly on his skull to invite him to fuck him in the mouth. He then went down hard and pulled on Cams ass to feed himself that awesome, stinky, jock-dick deep down his throat.

Cam asked hopefully, "Oh man, yeah! Can I really fuck your mouth?"

"Mmm-hmm," Matty hummed.

Cam was jubilant and triumphant, "Fuck yeah! That's all I need to know. I can totally do this!"

Cam thrust his dick in and out, imaging it was a hot, drippy, tight little, snatch, while holding onto Matty’s head and force-feeding him his hard dick. Feeling the back of Matty’s velvet throat was totally doing the trick and was getting Cam closer and closer to popping a huge mother-fucking wad. "Yeah, man, yeah, dude, it’s coming now, don’t stop. Please don’t stop! Oh God, oh - fucking - God…"

WHAM! HOLD STILL! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! SWALLOW SOME! CUM! CUM! MORE CUM!

Cameron’s five day load began to spit, pulse, bust and squirt out of his dick while Matty’s mouth was on it to get pasted and filled. Matty started swallowing the mouthfuls of fresh jizz jetting out of Cams cock eager for more and more. Cam’s balls flexed and shot more sperm into Matty and the moment was wickedly fucking intense and seriously heated for both men. The orgasm lasted for seventeen seconds and Matty swallowed three fucking times.

Cam was panting slightly as his paced slowed and his orgasm ended. Matty slurped off the dick and held it before him and cleaned the tip with his tongue. "Dee-licious."

"Phew, Daaammmn! That was some wad, huh?" Cam packaged up his now deflated dick.

Matty stood up and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "It was and it was some of the best tasting, straight-boy, jizz I've ever had."

"Am I still straight after that?"

"It's almost cute that you are still bothered by labels. Let me ask you, my new friend, did you enjoy the blow-job?"

"Honestly? Yes! But, who wouldn’t? You are one totally amazing, all-pro, cock-sucker!"

"Thank you. Of course you are still straight."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Did me sucking you want to make you go out and plant your tongue in a guys mouth? Are you now fantasizing about naked men?"

"No."

"Then you're still straight, trust me, I suck off straight men all the time. I like them because they are straight men. I know that after I suck them off that they go home to have sex with their ladies. I'm glad they do. Getting head from a guy doesn’t make you gay, Cam. Kissing a guy? Falling in love with a guy? Eh, yeah that is when you might be gay. A simple bee-jay won't make you anything, but fully satisfied, if the sucker is doing his job correctly."

"I guess that I never thought about it like that."

"Well, you should, my friend."

"Hey, I’m still straight! Whoo hoo!"

"He shoots! And I score... his load!" They both chuckled before Matty got serious, "Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"Quickly! Take this," he pushed a piece of paper into Cams hand.

They both disappeared from the strange alien-controlled, cell and back to their lives on good ole planet Earth.

Matty was back at this desk and he saw the chat window and the "BRB" and typed in, "I'm back, sorry it took so long." YoungGreenEyes18 typed, "I really need a bj!" Matty started to type, "I bet, hey, when can we m..."

When Cam arrived back in the locker room it was late and everyone had gone and the lights were out. He walked to the switches and turned them on and looked at the paper in his hand. It was a phone number and an address.

Friends Reunited

Somewhere outside West Texas

Some months after the school-year had ended, a week before Cams nineteenth birthday, Cams blue Chevy Camaro rounded a corner in a normal suburban street in a normal town. He located the mailbox for 1010. It was a split-level ranch-house whose garage door was already open. Cam parked in the driveway and went for the open garage door, "Hello?" he called. No on appeared, so he left the garage and walked to the front door. He nervously pressed the doorbell and it was Matty that opened it with a smile. "Hello, my friend."

"Hi, Matty."

"Come inside, please."

"Thank you."

Matty let him in and closed the door behind him. He lead Cameron to a sofa and he sat while Cam took a chair next to him. Cameron was dressed casually and Matty commented, "You smell good."

"Thank you. I put cologne on just for you."

"Awh, thanks!"

"I know you like the man-smells."

"You didn't spray it on your dick, didjoo?"

"Nope. I'm all natural down there. It may be a little smelly from the drive over here in this heat, though."

A warm breeze lifted the curtains in the living room where they were and they could both hear the rustle of the birch trees and the tweeting of the birds outside.

"Hey, so... have you heard from Eddie?"

"Nope, I never asked him where he was from, did you ask him, or know?"

"Nope, and I don't have a clue."

"I'd love to know because I'd totally suck his dick again. His cum tasted really good. Not that yours didn't. Maybe, if he lives in Texas or nearby, I'll run into him again somewhere sometime."

"We're never gonna know what happened to us or why, right?"

"So it would seem I mean, it's been months, and for me, nothing strange has happened. You?"

"No. Nothing strange. My life is fully back to normal."

"Mine too."

The limp and somewhat forced, conversation wasn't making things any less awkward. Cam ran his hands down his jeans, "So…yeah."

"Yeah, Cam... I just have one question."

"Ask away."

Matty asked the boy very seriously, "Are you sure?"

He could tell there was a slight nervousness about Cam, he'd felt that with so many other guys before, but there was no uncertainty from him.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I am very sure I wanna do this with you." The two males eyed one another a moment while reading each other. Matty stood up, pushed his coffee table out of the way and then knelt down on the floor between Cams feet. Cameron asked, "Is it always just this casual with you and your, um, straight guys?"

Matty started to remove Cam's belt, "Yes, it’s just this casual. They come when they need me and we don’t waste time." With his belt off, Matty undid the button on Cams jeans.

"I haven't jacked off in days. I saved it all for this weekend."

Matty got the zipper down, "Well, aren'tchoo a sweet boy! Are you really gonna stay with me all weekend? Two whole days with a - a gay?"

Cam laughed, but was serious, "I am. I want to really explore this side of myself ...and, heck yeah, I want lots and lots of your blow-jobs, too."

"I'm happy to oblige."

Matty was about to release Cams snake from his underpants, "Matty, wait."

"Yes?"

"Are we friends?"

"Of course we are. With all we've been through we are friends for life. You are welcome in my home anytime. To stay as long as you want and get as much head as you want."

"Can I call you... fag? ...Sometimes, not all the time."

"I'd like it if you did... but sometimes, not all the time."

"Can I ... fuck your mouth, again?"

"Well, I don't want that all the time either, but yes, you are welcome to go for it now and then. If it makes you shoot, I'm usually gonna say yes, to whatever it is."

Matty got Cameron's aromatic and sweaty boy-meat out and promptly stuffed it in his mouth. Cameron hugged Matteo's face down into his lap and enjoyed that warm hot mouth for a good few seconds before releasing him. A moment more and he was fully hard and ready to go.

Matty kept sucking the boys dick as he activated a remote control to a TV and DVD combo that had a cute bunch of smoking-hot lesbians having sex on it. Cam watched intently and when he was ready to cum he panted and gasped a little but then casually filled the mouth of the man that was sucking on his dick. A friendly faggot that wanted his straight-boy load. Cameron admitted to himself that it felt good (and right) delivering that load to his good friend, Matteo's, hungry mouth.

Cam stayed for the weekend and got one blow-job after another all that time. Each one was slightly different as Cam wanted to fully explore himself and head from guys and he was open to being fully naked with Matty to that end. Cam let Matty try things on him to see what he really liked. He liked standing up, holding Matty's head in both hands and face-fucking his mouth and throat until he pasted one off, and Matty let him do it as many times as he wanted to. He liked being licked between his butt cheeks, gently of course, and laying back, legs open while Matty worked all of his super, oral tricks on not just his dick, but all over his crotch, his sack, even his abs and nipples. Cam let Matty lick (and suckle on and sniff) parts of his smoking-hot, bod that no girl was ever even interested in like his pits and feet. Cam realized that he enjoyed the kind of whole body worship that Matty enjoyed giving.

It was consensual, casual and very friendly and the best way for two males, one straight and one pure cock-sucker, to spend time together and to have fun.

THE END