Breaking The Arrangement

Kneeling I untie his tennis shoes. He offers no help, standing stock still as though he were frozen, forcing me to lift each rigid leg like a blacksmith shoeing a horse. I rise to unbutton his shirt, my fingers rubbing lightly against his ribs as I extract his arms from the sleeves. "Hey, that tickles," he says a half-smile on his face, his reserve beginning to fade.

His blue jeans are the next to go, his rising erection pressing against the denim fabric, making it harder for me to unbuckle the snap. As it appears I rub the side of my face against the white fabric marking the final barrier to my friend's full nudity. I can feel wetness dampening my cheek as it glides over the covered cockhead, wetness filling my mouth as I anticipate what (and who) is to come.

Evan steps out his jeans, leaving them bunched on the floor. I push them aside to take my position at his feet, my hands reaching upwards as if in supplication. I grasp the elastic around his hips and, with a helpful wriggle from my friend, I pull his briefs down to rest around his heels, a drop or two of precome splashing on my face as his prick bounces to a stop. Obeying instructions I stand and move back.

Now Mr. Grambs moves to stand at an angle next to my friend, hips touching. My friend gives a slight flinch at the contact but holds his place. The older man's hand motions me over, indicating I should again assume the acquiescent posture of a cocksucker, this time between the two of them.

I almost go cross-eyes looking at the two dicks before me. One white, uncut, and more square than round, a carpenter's pencil of a prick; the other brown, cut and round with heavy veins running along its length like the stripes on a barber's pole. I wonder which dick will be the first to fit into my mouth, spill its pearly seed across my tongue? Who will watch my throat convulse as I swallow their sperm, be the first to receive my thanks?

Mr. Grambs takes my head in one hand, tilting my face upwards, our eyes locking together. "OK Web, I wants you to open wide because you're gonna take both these cocks into your mouth at the same time." Darting down to look at the two hard-ons and then back up to Mr. Grambs, my eyes show my disbelief. A small frown like an approaching summer squall passes over Mr. Grambs face. "Didn't you hear me boy," he asks gruffly. "We both want to be sucked and we're not waiting. Now get to it."

I maneuver closer to the two bodies, my mouth yawning open as though I'm awakening from a sleep of a thousand years. My hand reaches out and gathers the two dicks pressing them together like straphangers in a rush hour subway, their angle bringing both heads to the same starting point. As I move my head forward my mouth stretches to allow entry. I struggle but manage to get about two maybe two and a half inches of both cocks in my mouth, my tongue trapped underneath a twin popsicle of warm human flesh The awkward angle prevents me from getting more in my mouth. I start to move back and forth my bottom teeth scraping with each stroke, wondering what it must feel like for the two I am servicing the foreskin of the uncut cock rubbing against its mate.

My mouth fills, partly with precum but mostly with saliva. I can't swallow and I am forbidden to spit so I begin to choke. After my first spasm, the cocks exit my mouth.

"All right Web, that wasn't bad for the first time," Mr. Grambs tells me. Hearing his words I feel like a puppy that has been told "Good Boy" by his master. "You'll get better with practice."

"Yeah, and I'll be sure to give him plenty of chances to improve," my friend chimes in, becoming more comfortable with the situation as time passes, his fingers ruffling through my hair.

We move over to the couch, Mr. Grambs sitting on one end, my friend on the other. I start to move downwards when Mr. Grambs again stops me. " Come on around to the side of the couch Web, I want to teach you another trick." He turns so his chest is parallel to the arm of the couch. "I want you to suck my nipples." I stop, surprised at his command. Aside from hanging on to an ass for balance, all my efforts have been spent licking and sucking cocks with the occasional foray to massage a low-hanging ball sack. The idea of playing with someone's nipples is new to me.

"That's it Webster. Cup your hands and put them just underneath my nipples. Now lift up. That's right boy. Now bring yo lips over to it." My hands cradling his chest I place my puckered lips over the nipple closest to my mouth. His kinky hair brushes against my lips and nose as I begin to suck like a baby at his mother's breast. His nipple has a salty taste to it.

"That's good Web. Now use your tongue. Wipe it back and forth.... Yeah be nice. Faster now, get a quick rhythm going. Now can you feel it hardening? " I nod not wanting to remove my mouth to speak. "OK now start to nibble on it. Gently boy, you ain't chewing gum here."

I ease up on the pressure, softening the impact of my incisors on his nipple. Mr. Grambs lets out a quiet moan. As I switch to his other nipple I see my friend slowly jacking off as he watches us. After a couple more minutes of my switching between his nipples, Mr. Grambs draws away from me to lean against the back of the couch.

"Evan's been real patient over there," Mr. Grambs tells me. "He's played with himself long enough. I wanna watch you suck that cock of his. Go to it Web."

I move quickly around to the front of the couch. My friend scoots forward until his ass is barely on the edge of the couch, his balls hanging freely in the air. This time I don't kneel. Instead I squat until my calves and thighs are pressed tightly together, like a catcher waiting for the first pitch. My hands rest on his upper thighs, forcing them farther apart the better to maintain my balance.

My tongue sweeps lightly over his balls, causing the skin of his scrotum to tighten and wrinkle. One after the other I take the small-egg sized balls deep in my mouth, my tongue continue to lave each testicle. Finishing with his balls, I extend my tongue as far as it will go and slowly slide upwards along the vein on the underside of his dick.

When I reach the head my tongue insinuates its way underneath his foreskin, slowly circumnavigating his cock. When the circle is completed I press my lips tightly against the tip of his dick and, leaning forward, peel his foreskin back until the entire head is uncovered. My right hand reaches out to hold the foreskin back while the point of my tongue begins an exploration of the slit, burrowing its way into the interior of his cock.

After a few more seconds of teasing, I begin to suck his cock in earnest, my mouth and hand moving in a synchronized harmony designed to provide maximum pleasure for my friend. My cheeks go from concave to convex and back again as I vacuum his prick into my oral cavity, sliding it deeper into my mouth with every thrust.

Knowing Mr. Grambs is watching excites me. I remove my left hand from my friend's thigh and begin to massage his balls, urging them to spill their cache of come. My balance is precarious now, a wrong move could send me plunging down on his rod with disastrous consequences for both of us. When my lips reach the tip of his dick I throw myself forward, pushing my legs out from under me at the same time. With only a small jolt I am on my knees ready to finish of my friend.

My right hand leaves his cock and rests against the coach. My lips take its place, traveling south toward his public hair. I open my mouth wider, forcing air down my throat and enlarging it in the process. The head of his pecker is now on the back of my tongue. It uses my uvula as a punching bag.

Slowly I move forward adjusting the angle of my head to allow his dick free passage into my throat. When my nose rests in his hair I stop. I have fully engulfed my friend his balls now bounce against my chin. Breathing through my nose, I begin to swallow, the contraction of the muscles of my throat milking his cock. My left hand rubs his balls harder, my tongue brushes across the bottom of his cock.

Evan's breathing quickens as his legs begin to tremble. I redouble my efforts. His balls begin to pulse in my hand. Then I feel it, his sperm climbing upward to my waiting gullet. The first stream of come shoots while his cock is lodged in my throat. I can feel it slide down my esophagus. I pull back to gain a taste of his cream, the next jet splashing against the roof of my mouth. Satisfied, I pull quickly off his dick, my hand regaining its grip on his cock, targeting his next emission at my outstuck tongue.

At first my aim is off, his cum splashes against my nose and upper lips. A small movement of my hand corrects this flaw and his final, slowing spurts land directly on my elongated tongue. When I am sure his orgasm is finished I milk his cock and then stand slowly up, exhibiting my slime-coated tongue first to my friend and then to Mr. Grambs.

Seeing approval on their faces, I swallow. It takes two attempts to move all his sperm into my stomach. My tongue quests outward and upward, gathering as much of the sperm gracing my face as it can. It is aided by the index finger of my right hand that scrapes the remainder toward my mouth. Again I swallow and finish up by sucking the final remnants off my finger. Despite my best efforts I know my face is shiny with smeared come then this is only proper for a cocksucker. This come hasn't been wasted; it is a visual representation of my status. It cries out "Look at me. I am a cocksucker. I can be your cocksucker. Let me pleasure you."

Quietly with my head semi-bowed but my eyes on his face I thank my friend for sharing his essence with me. Having observed the proper dicklicker etiquette I turn to Mr. Grambs. His ebony tower is reaching toward the sky as he says "Ok Webster let's see what tricks you can do with a man's rod."

I hurt. There's no other way to put it. My jaw hurts from the effort of taking in two cocks at once. My thighs hurt from squatting in front of my friend. My lips hurt where they were mashed against my teeth as my friend's dick sawed in and out of my mouth and I have carpet burns on my knees from sliding on the rug. But these are good hurts, aches that come from fulfilling my function of drinking sperm. What is it they say, "No pain, no gain?"

As always happens once I've been fed a mouthful of cock, my worries have gone away. That's not to say they won't come back, they will. But a dick scraping across my tongue is a better tranquilizer than any drug out there. All I worry about now is nursing the cum from down deep in those balls to down deep in my stomach.

The Arrangement --- Chapter Five

Evan and I had an arrangement. I'd suck his cock and he wouldn't tell anyone. And he didn't. But yesterday, Mr. Grambs had caught me with my friend's dick in my mouth. Now I have the same arrangement with Mr. Grambs. I'll suck his cock and he won't tell anyone.

Mr. Grambs has asked what tricks I can do with a man's rod. I'm ready to show him one my friend and I came up with about a month ago.

I ask Mr. Grambs to close his eyes. He does, a small smile playing across his face. Reaching into the front pocket of my crumpled pants, I pull out a tiny brown bottle. After unscrewing the cap, I pour a small amount into my right hand (I'm left-handed). Careful not to spill any of the liquid not puddled in my palm, I replace the cap and set the bottle on the floor.

Above me Mr. Grambs nostrils open a little wider as the scent from the liquid reaches his nose, Acting with some haste I cup his cock in my palm, smearing the liquid the length of his rod. Then I slather the remainder of the thin fluid over his wrinkled ball sack, blowing on his nuts as I do. Now it's Mr. Grambs turn to jump. "Damn Webster, what the hell are you doing? That burns like a son of a bitch."

Evan, who knows what is going on, just laughs and tells Mr. Grambs to wait a minute; that it will feel much better in just a little while. Content to let my friend sooth Mr. Grambs' verbal complaints, I begin to lingually appease his stinging balls. As my tongue strokes back and forth on his scrotum, I continue to blow gently against his testicles until the initial blaze has ebbed to gentler warmth. By now the unmistakable aroma of vanilla extract has perfumed his crotch and wafted upwards to tickle Mr. Grambs olfactory sense.

My friend and I had discovered the effects of vanilla extract by accident. It was back in the days after he stopped using rubbers but before I was willing to swallow. I had been putting the vanilla on his dick to mask the taste of his cum. (We couldn't always get into the liquor cabinet to steal rum.) Some of it ran down to his balls and he started bellowing like a poorly played split trombone.

After my breath had calmed the worst of the pain, his dick grew even harder. It felt good, warm and tingly my friend told me. His balls were more sensitive and my tongue felt even better than it usually did. He said he could almost feel his nuts filling up with extra sperm. When he came, it did seem like there was more jism than usual, I filled up two Kleenexes spitting it out. (We experimented with some other extracts; peppermint tasted good but the burn went on too long; lemon was too sour and so we stayed with vanilla.)

Now Mr. Grambs was getting the vanilla treatment and, from the moans he was making as I took the head of his dick into my mouth, he was enjoying this particular trick. I moved my head as close to his stomach as I could get, the sweet taste of vanilla mingling with the blander gooiness of his pre-cum. As I thought, his dick was just too hard to get it to bend down my throat as I did in the basement. I concentrated on moving up and down as quickly as I could, my hands massaging what was left of the extract deeper into his balls.

"Jezzus Web, that's nice. Keep going kid, I'm gonna give you a real mouthful today." Looking out of the corner of my left eye, I can see Evan is hard again, his fist moving up and down on his rod as he watches me service Mr. Grambs. Letting go of the black man's balls, I reach both hands forward to cup his ass cheeks and pull him towards me until he was barely perched on the edge of the couch. It was time for alternate plan B. I uncurled my lips from around my teeth and began allowing the edges of my incisors to scrape against his wood, increasing the pressure with every other stroke. While my right hand returns to caressing his balls, my left hand bypasses his hanging sack to squeeze his buttocks. In rhythm with my mouth's alternating decent and ascent of his cock, my left middle finger begins to insinuate itself into the crack of his ass, rubbing back and forth like the pendulum bar of a metronome.

My friend is now standing close to me, his cock at face level, his hand keeping rough time to my slurping beat. Mr. Grambs breathing deepens and his body starts to stiffen up. It's time to make my move. Halfway through my next down stroke I curl my finger upward and, without any warning, thrust it past Mr. Grambs anal rosebud and into his ass. This maneuver was a triumph and a disaster.

Evan had tried to cornhole me several times during our sex play. Each time I stopped him because it hurt too much. But I found I liked the feel of something small in my ass as I masturbated, the nozzle of an enema kit was a particular favorite. I thought Mr. Grambs might like it as well.

With a roar Mr. Grambs sprang forward from the couch, driving his dick deep into my unprepared throat in the process. His sphincter tightened around my finger, my struggles to remove it simply changing its position and depth. Grabbing a hold of my shoulders with his hands Mr. Grambs began to come, and come, and come. At the same time I felt sperm splashing against the side of my face as my masturbating friend shot his wad all over me.

Even as Mr. Grambs tries to back his dick out of my mouth, I begin to choke. In a series of dual pops, first his dick and then my finger exit their fleshy tunnels. But it is too late. With sperm beginning to stream out of my nose, I cover my mouth with my hand and run to the bathroom where I am sick to my stomach, laughter from the other room coming as a counterpunctual to my noisy distress.

Still kneeling in front of the toilet, I manage to kick the bathroom door shut, offering some privacy as the tears mingle with the streaks of come decorating my face. After a few minutes, I stand and flush the toilet. The sound of laughter in the living room has been replaced by the echo of footsteps down the wooden hall.

"Hey Webster, you OK in there son," asks Mr. Grambs, his usually gruff voice softened with a note of concern. I mumble something noncommittal. "Why don't you clean yourself off, get dressed and come on back out. Your clothes are outside the door. Playtime's over for now, we need to talk."

I wash my face and fill a paper cup with Listerine from a heavy round glass bottle. As I gargle the mouthwash tastes as sour as I feel. I wish I could spit out the humiliation with the mouthwash, watch my embarrassment go down the drain. I dress slowly wishing I could just vanish, that I could make myself invisible and leave without Mr. Grambs or my friend seeing me. Yeah and if wishes were horses we'd all ride to work.

My face burning, I go back to the living room. It's stubbornness, not pride, which keeps me from averting my eyes to the floor. Both my conquests have dressed. My friend is a chair leaving a space next to Mr. Grambs on the red and yellow couch. His meaty black hand pats a cushion next to him, inviting me to sit down.

"Webster, I want to apologize to you. I didn't have no account to laugh at you like that and neither did Evan. Sometimes when people are all worked up and excited things seem funny but they ain't. I'm sorry. "There ain't nothin wrong with what you did, cept you surprised me. You surprised me a lot. That vanilla thing threw me one curve ball, I sure enough wasn't expecting you to stick that finger up my butt, that's why I jumped up the way I did. I have to admit it felt good though, that's why I shot as big a load as I did." He paused for a second and smiled. "Well, that and the fact I ain't come since you blew me in the basement. I was saving up a big one for you." I smile a little too, starting to feel better.

"Web, Evan tells me you're going be back to visit his grandmother again next month. My wife will be back but maybe the three of us can go to the movies or something. Would you like that? "

"Yes sir Mr. Grambs, I would."

"Good, it's settled then. I'm looking forward to it. You all best be going now. I'll see you in a couple of weeks." I was just a step or two down the hall when Mr. Grambs got my attention again.

"Hey Web."

I turned to see him wink as he said "I'm gonna hafta teach my girlfriend your trick with the finger."

Breaking The Arrangement --- Chapter One

The weekend at his grandmother's apartment and our activities with Mr. Grambs marked another turning point in my relationship with my friend Evan. Before that weekend sex was just another part of our friendship and not even the major part. But after that weekend, Evan turned into one horny bastard.

As before, we still continued to do everything together we used to. We'd ride our bikes, fish and swim in the creek, do farm chores together and we still worked on cars in the barn. But before our sexplay was an occasional thing; now Evan was always looking for a chance to slip his dick into my mouth, and it being summer and school being out, he had plenty of chances.

Not that I was complaining understand. I loved sucking Evan's cock, letting him feed me his come, swirling it around in my mouth before I swallowed. But you really can get too much of a good thing.

Take the time we went fishing in Babcock Creek. We had a spot we liked to fish in, one not too far down from the bridge where we always had pretty good luck. If the fish weren't biting then we'd go for a swim, not where we fished, the water there was too shallow for that. But back upstream the creek had been scooped out when the bridge was built in the Thirty's, leaving a hidden swimming hole right underneath the bridge. We'd hang onto the I-beams and work our way out to the middle of the creek like we were on monkey bars. Then we'd let go, drop about ten feet and "splash."