Be Rad - 5. Chapter 5

June, 1980

 

I walked into Jeff Angstrom’s house and headed to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I finally had some privacy, some solitude to think. I forced my head to clear, not hard to do as pissed off as I was. Then I started to work through all of my options. In the end, there was only one choice. I had to ruin Doug before he ruined me.

 

I left the bathroom and went downstairs to find Ace. He was talking to Cass, trying to get in her pants. Over in the corner I saw Doug and Lark hanging out, laughing and joking. It was a perfect opportunity. Lark would have collateral damage from my plan, but that was the price he’d have to pay for his lack of loyalty. “Hey there,” I said pleasantly, and gave Cass a friendly hug. “I'm really worried about Lark.”

 

“Why?” Ace asked.

 

“Doug's got his sights set on him.” Ace looked at me, confused.

 

“What do you mean?” asked Cass. She really was a pretty girl: dark hair, exotic brown eyes, and perfect skin. That and she had a body from hell, big tits and all. Ace's dream girl.

 

“I had to throw Doug out of the house in Malibu. He kept hitting on me. I wonder if Lark and he are together, or if Lark even knows what's going on?” Both of their mouths dropped: Ace, because he knew better, and Cass, because it was such a juicy scandal.

 

“You mean Doug is gay?” she asked.

 

“Well, I woke up one morning and he had his mouth on my dick, so I'm assuming that means he’s gay.”

 

She giggled and nodded. “Yep, that would do it.” They both stared over at Doug and Lark, who seemed to be totally into each other. “I'll be right back,” she said, and took off.

 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ace asked me, his voice low.

 

“He threatened to out me. He said he was going to tell everyone I was gay. The guy was a total dick. So either I destroy him, or he destroys me. I want to spend my senior year at Gunn with you. If I’m outed, I can’t be here.” He looked at me, incredulous, as he digested that.

 

I watched his surprise change to anger. “He threatened to out you? I'm gonna kick his fucking ass.” Ace was pissed now.

 

“No Ace. This is better. He'll be an outcast with no credibility, and he won't be able to hurt me,” I said, calming him down. “Just help me spread the rumor, OK?” I could tell he didn't like it, he was painfully honest, but he loved me, and I knew he'd do anything to stick up for me.

 

I ran into Karen next. I nodded my head toward Doug and Lark. “Those two make a cute couple, don't you think?”

 

“They do,” she said, giggling.

 

“I think I know why Lark isn't into Julie anymore.”

 

She stopped and stared at me, stunned. “You think he's gay?”

 

“I don't know about Lark, but Doug is. I woke up one morning and he was blowing me. That's why he left. He wouldn't leave me alone so I had to ask him to split.”

 

“Wow,” she said. “There's Julie. I'll be right back.” I snickered to myself.

 

I ran into Dawkins and Ashby next. “Hey, you guys wanna go surfing day after tomorrow? I lost my surf bud and I don't want to go alone.” I nodded toward Doug and Lark, just like I’d done with Karen.

 

“What's with you guys? You used to be best buds,” Ashby said in his quick way.

 

“I think he's latched onto Doug. Doug's been pissed at me since I threw him out of Stef's house.”

 

Dawkins looked at me carefully. He was easy to read, and his expression told me Doug had already dropped some shit on him about me. “You threw him out?”

 

“Yeah. I woke up one morning and the fucker was deep-throating my dick. Well, as much as anyone can, since I'm fucking hung.”

 

Ashby laughed. “Yeah right, sure you are.”

 

“He blew you?” Dawkins asked.

 

“Yeah. I don't mind gay guys –shit, my uncle's gay –but I don't think it's cool to just blow someone in his sleep. Well except for you Dawkins, when you blow Ashby.”

 

Ashby laughed. “He's really good at it.”

 

“Fuck you guys,” said Dawkins good naturedly.

 

“So you up for the coast?”

 

“You got it,” Dawkins said. “Wanna leave tomorrow instead?”

 

That was the perfect question, the perfect opportunity to seal the deal. “Nope, can't do it. Got a date with Karen.”

 

“Ahhh,” said Ashby with an evil leer. “She as good as Doug?”

 

“I wouldn't know, she's a good girl. He was pretty good though,” I laughed.

 

I wandered around the party, spreading my evil lies, wondering how long it would take for them to get back to Doug. Karen joined me again, glued to my side, with her arm around me in a possessive gesture. It was perfect. Here I was, claiming Doug and Lark were fags, while I had a hot girl on my arm. Meanwhile, they were over in the corner, just the two of them, still laughing and joking.

 

“They look like they're really into each other,” Karen said.

 

“They do,” I said casually. It pained me to say that. I hated Doug, hated his guts, but I felt bad for Lark. Even worse, I wondered if there was any truth to it. Did Doug make the move on Lark that I never had the guts to make? I buried that thought, buried the emotion deep, and kept up my façade. I heard myself laughing and flirting, having a blast. It was almost like I was watching a different person.

 

Lark was pretty tuned in socially, and he seemed to realize they were getting some weird stares. I watched as he pulled himself out of his deep immersion with Doug, from the conversation that had allowed me to destroy both of them with a single rumor. I watched him look around, sensing the change in attitude, feeling the latent hostility. Not that anyone was violent, or would be, it was just that he'd been labeled a fag, and that was a label no one at Gunn could get saddled with and still be part of the popular group.

 

He wandered up to me sheepishly, turning to me for support, but I turned my back on him. I couldn't face him now, not now that I'd ruined his reputation. Maybe Lark could be saved? Maybe I could play this off as Doug stalking him? Maybe, but not now. Now Lark would have to suffer along with his new friend. He'd get a taste of some of the pain he caused me. I could sense that he was going to interrupt my conversation with Karen, so I gently leaned down and kissed her. She responded. We stood there, off to the side, making out in an affectionate but not passionate way.

 

“Have you been practicing, Bradley? You are an amazing kisser,” she said, flirting.

 

“Yeah, Ace has been teaching me,” I said, and then I laughed hysterically when she got a shocked look on her face. We stood there together, a couple, laughing and kissing. I saw Lark move off uncomfortably. He was heading for the stairs when he ran into Julie. Karen and I stopped our conversation to watch the vignette.

 

“Hey Jules,” he said in his friendly, flirtatious manner. His deep voice was so sexy it pained me to think of what would happen next, but I kept my cool.

 

“Fuck off Lark. Go hang out with your boyfriend,” she said really loudly, then she turned on her heel and stormed off. Everyone within hearing range froze and stared at Lark, and he really looked nervous. He looked around, panic in his eyes, and then tore off upstairs after her.

 

“That should be an interesting talk,” Karen said. We laughed again. “So what do you want to do tomorrow?”

 

“How about I pick you up and we do lunch, then go wander around the mall?” I figured girls loved the mall. God knows Claire did. Then, as if on cue, Claire appeared in front of me.

 

“What are you doing here?” I asked, a little too abruptly.

 

“I was invited,” she said.

 

“How did you get here?” I said, pouring on the third degree and looking for Ace. He'd freak when he saw her. He was super-protective of her, way too protective.

 

“Jake Frazer brought me.” Jake was actually a really cool guy, a year behind me and a year ahead of Claire. Still, he was out with my sister.

 

“Did Ace see you yet?”

 

She looked at me with raised eyebrows and then ignored me. “Hi Karen! You look so good tonight! I love that jacket!”

 

“Thanks Claire. Where did you get that skirt? It's awesome!” And then they devolved into a chattering duo, talking about clothes. I zoned them out, scanning the room for Ace, or Doug, or Lark, when I heard them mention my name.

 

“Brad, can Claire come with us tomorrow?” Karen asked.

 

“Sure,” I said, possibly too quickly. That was awesome. It would take the “date” pressure out of our lunch. They went back to their conversation when Jake came up, looking really nervous.

 

“Hey Jake,” I said in a guy way that was friendly enough. Jake was really a foxy guy, really handsome, and the only thing that kept him from being a total knockout was that he was short and slender. He only stood about 5'5”, and had slim appendages; his arms and legs were like sticks. He’d be really scrawny, except for one thing: He was really muscular. Muscular in that narrow range where he's toned a little more than the average athlete, but not as toned as a true body builder. Wiry, that was it. He was wiry. Looking at him could spark the imagination and make anyone hard. I tried to figure out why. I think it's the way his hips narrowed along his back, but his muscular ass pushed out, almost giving him an hourglass figure if you looked at him sideways. Cap that off with blond hair, blue eyes, and really cute features, and he was the total package. His coloring and features kind of reminded me of that Luke Skywalker guy...what the fuck was his name?

 

“Hey Brad,” he countered. “You been surfing?”

 

I realized that I'd been busted staring at him, something I certainly couldn't afford to do right now. I forced myself to be calm and casual. “I was down in Malibu for a few days.”

 

“Didn't Doug go with you?”

 

I smiled. Time to spread my evil to the lower classmen. “Yeah, but I made him leave when I woke up one morning and caught him blowing me.”

 

Jake got a really strange expression on his face: the expression of someone who wasn't entirely upset about the thought of being with another guy. That was really interesting. “Wow that must have freaked you out.”

 

I moved closer so it was just he and I talking and so no one could overhear. “It kind of did. Don't tell anyone, though, but it felt fucking awesome. Awesome enough to let him finish.” He laughed and so did I. That seemed to put him at ease.

 

“I've been meaning to head to the beach. I haven't been surfing this summer yet.” I stood there, weighing my options. Part of me wanted to invite him to go to Santa Cruz, and part of me didn't. The part that did lived between my legs and won as usual.

 

“I'm heading over day after tomorrow with Dawkins and Ashby. Come with us.” I said.

 

“That sounds awesome. Let me get it OK'd and I'll call you.”

 

“Yeah, you know the number since you're hitting on my sister,” I said with a snarl that made him visibly blanch. I giggled at his reaction like a fucking girl. I felt a presence next to me and noticed that Jake got really nervous. It was Ace. “You see Claire?” I asked him. I thought Jake was going to shit a brick. He's usually friendly and charming, not quite as bold as Ace, but close. Faced with Ace and his expression, Jake turned to mush.

 

“Claire? Our sister Claire? Here? What the fuck is she doing here?” He was pissed.

 

“He brought her,” I said, nodding toward Jake. I was having fun torturing him, although I was a little worried that he'd piss his pants.

 

Ace glared at Jake. “You brought my sister to this party?” I was about to intervene when Claire came up and put her arm in Jake's, protecting him from Ace like a lioness protects her cubs.

 

“He did. I think that's so sweet.” She gave Ace that look that said if he messed with Jake she'd make his life a living hell. I just snickered.

 

“Come on Ace,” I said. “Claire's allowed to go out with guys. Besides, Jake's pretty cool. He's going to the coast with me day after tomorrow. You wanna go too?”

 

Under pressure from both of us, Ace relented and smiled at Jake. “Maybe. We'll see. Gotta run and find Cass.” His expression became more severe. “Behave yourselves,” he said to Claire and Jake.

 

“Bradley, you are a shit disturber,” Claire said, after he walked away.

 

“Oh yeah? Well it worked. Jake is still alive and in one piece.” We all laughed.

 

I headed to the bathroom and ran into Lark on the stairs. He glared at me and I glared right back at him. He bumped into my shoulder, hard, as we walked past each other, but I was ready for it and I bumped him right back. Then I just kept on walking, ignoring him.

 

I sat in the bathroom pondering my handiwork. I guess I should have felt guilty for ruining the reputation of my former best friend, and for labeling Doug as a fag, when in fact I was the gay boy. I didn't. Lark made his decision; he just arbitrarily blew me off. When he was my friend, I would have done anything for him, fought like a wildcat for him. But if he was going to blow me off, if he was going to join the enemy, then he was going to have to take the fall along with Doug.

 

As for Doug, he'd be toast now. He'd given me the perfect opportunity and the motive, and I'd taken it. If he'd had a girlfriend, it would have been really tough, but he didn't. Instead, he'd been hanging around Lark like he was infatuated, just playing into my hand. Lark's weirdness toward Julie just sealed the deal. Fuck them both. Let them suffer. Let them pay the price for their bogus games.

 

I heard a huge ruckus downstairs and charged out of the bathroom, almost knocking some girl over who was waiting to use it. I rushed down the stairs and turned the corner into the family room just in time to see Lark's fist smash into Doug's face. “Stay the fuck away from me you fucking queer!” yelled Lark.

 

Lark had figured it out and had done the only thing he could to save his reputation. He had turned on Doug just like I had. Ace and Jeff Angstrom jumped in to grab Doug before he could lunge back at Lark, and I moved in and pulled Lark back. He was pissed and strong, a huge set of muscles straining to get away. It took all of my strength, all of my energy, just to keep him away from Doug.

 

“Let me go you fucking asshole,” he yelled at me.

 

“You're the asshole,” I shot back at him. “You're gonna break up Jeff's house and his party, dumb shit. Knock it off.”

 

Lark turned on Doug as Ace and Jeff pushed him to the door. “You stay the fuck away from me, Childers. I see you, you'll see my fist.” And then Ace and Jeff tossed him out the door. “Fuck!” Lark yelled at no one in particular. I let him go. He turned and glared at me, looking me in the eyes, his blue eyes staring into my green eyes. I saw the pain, the recognition, and then the forgiveness. For a minute I thought he was going to kiss me. “Think you can give me a ride home?” he asked calmly.

 

“No, but after I get really fucked up I'll let you drive me home,” I said with a smile.

 

“Deal,” he said, and we laughed. Laughing with Lark again felt so good, so right. I felt bad for hurting him, but he'd hurt me too. I guess we were even. After that we all got really fucked up. I remember doing beer bongs, and then smoking a bunch of weed with Jeff in his backyard. Ace and Lark and I ended up in the backyard laughing our asses off, just being idiots, and it was great, just like old times, just like it was supposed to be.

 

“So how we gonna get home?” Ace asked, slurring his words.

 

Just then I saw Jake and Claire getting ready to leave. “Jake!” I yelled. “Oh Jakey!” Ace and Brad chimed in. “Jakey!” Claire came out and glared at us, followed by a very embarrassed Jake.

 

“You three are seriously on my shit list,” she said, sounding really pissed off.

 

“I'm sssorry Claire. Ssssorry Jake,” I said, slurring. God, I could hardly talk. “I, uh, can we have a ride? Uh, home. Please?” Claire just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

 

“Sure,” Jake said nervously, “but I have a pretty small car.” We shrugged. He had a Chevy Monza, the hatchback model. It was actually pretty cool, even though it looked like an egg. We crammed into the back, Lark, Ace, and I, and I got stuck in the middle. Then the weirdest thing happened. I felt a hand wrap around my waist in a friendly, intimate gesture. I looked back at Ace, but it wasn't him. Then I looked back at Lark and he just leered at me and hiccupped. I smiled back at him, raising my eyebrows in a slutty way and we both laughed hysterically. But he didn't move his hand. It was really nice.

I woke up the next morning with Lark spooning up behind me. Somehow, between getting home and falling in bed, we'd managed to shed our shirts and shoes, but other than that, we were fully clothed. After all the shit we'd been through the last month, things had changed.

 

The feel of his chest against my back, his arm draped across my chest, that was really nice. But it wasn't sexual; not anymore. Had I purged him? Had I purged my feelings for him just like I had purged my feelings for Doug? I searched my emotions and realized that I had done nothing of the kind. Hearing him breathe behind me, feeling the light breeze as he exhaled into my ear, I knew that I loved him, loved him a lot. But I loved him like I loved Ace, not like I loved him before, and that made me smile. I scooted away from him and lay on my back, waking him up in the process.

 

“Hey B,” he said. “Sorry if I was feeling you up.”

 

“Nah. It's OK. Best hand job I ever had.” His eyes bulged and I started laughing, then he realized I was kidding him.

 

“Just don't tell everyone OK?” he said, partly joking, partly not.

 

“You pissed at me?”

 

“Nah. You pissed at me?” Lark was so laid back; it would be tough to be pissed at him.

 

“Not right now. You gonna blow me off again?”

 

He looked at me, his blue eyes so open and honest. “Not if you don't blow me off.”

 

“How did I blow you off?”

 

“Oh come on, B. Soon as Childers showed up you were totally sucked into his world. He did the same thing to you he did to me. Fucker is like a witch or something.”

 

I knew Lark was really sensitive, really touchy about me paying attention to other friends, but I didn't realize that he was that uptight. “Lark, you know you're my best friend. It killed me to think you and I weren't friends anymore.”

 

“Yeah, you were so worried about me you were willing to ruin me.” His tone was bitter.

 

“That was a little raw, but I had no choice. You weren't exactly being nice to me either.”

 

“Yeah, but I never tried to ruin your whole life.”

 

“No, you didn't, but Doug was going to, or threatened to. It was either me or him, and you were standing with him, you were on his side. You took your chances.” He looked at me and I think he could see that I was just as angry and hurt as he was.

 

“Well, it's over.” And that was that. No formal apology from either of us, no tearful hug or bonding; our friendship was beyond that. “Did he really blow you?”

 

He looked into my eyes again and pierced through my defenses. I felt my mouth start to move, uttering words that I knew would totally change our friendship forever. “Yeah, and I blew him.”

 

His mouth dropped and he looked a little panicked. I was worried that he might jump up and run away, never to come back. “Why?”

 

“Because I'm gay.” I said it matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal, but the stupid, god-damned tear that slipped out of my eye gave me away. I was so pissed off at myself for my emotional weakness. He just stared at me while I struggled with myself. I lost that battle. “Go ahead, run away, hate me. I'm a fag.” I pretty much spat that at him, throwing that at him like a grenade.

 

He kept staring at me, and then he got up and went to the bathroom. I turned over onto my stomach and buried my head in my pillow and really cried. I hadn't planned to out myself to him, but I guess I needed to be honest. I mean, we were best friends and all, and how could I keep that relationship up if he didn't know who I really was? And what if I met a guy I really liked? If he didn't know, he'd be all jealous and we'd end up going through this all over again. Besides, I rationalized, he couldn't really hurt me with it, with the info that I was gay, at least not right now. He was too suspect himself having just been linked to Doug. Plus even if he succeeded in outing me, he'd then be doubly implicated as a fag by association.

 

Still, all of that logic was nice, but it didn't ease the pain of losing my best friend. I'd been without him for a few weeks now and it had been really unpleasant. Now I was facing my whole life without Lark. And that was really sad. I let myself cry now, really cry, so hard I didn't hear the toilet flush. Suddenly there was a hand on my back, gently brushing it, stroking me in a reassuring way.

 

I turned and there was Lark sitting on the bed looking down at me. His eyes weren't filled with hate, they weren't filled with disgust, they were filled with concern. “I'm not gay, B.”

 

For some reason, I found that really funny and I started laughing. “I know you're not gay. I'm not hitting on you. Not that I never thought about it.”

 

He laughed too. “So why'd you tell me?”

 

“I was tired of hiding it from you. And if I meet a guy I like, I want to be able to tell you so you won’t think he’s more important to me than you.”

 

“It's a little freaky, I've got to tell you,” he said. “I mean, all that time we've been hanging out, I never even thought you were gay. You hid it well.”

 

“You mad at me?” I needed some reassurance.

 

“Fuck no. Why would I be mad at you? I mean, it's a little weird, and I may need some time to get used to it, but hey, it's not like you're blowing me or trying to fuck me or anything.”

 

I decided to bring some levity into things. “You wish. It's your loss.”

 

He started cracking up. “I'll remember that the next time I'm drunk and horny. You know what I really want right now?”

 

“No. What?”

 

“A ride home. I need to take a shower and change clothes big time.” I laughed and we headed out to the Jeep. We were quiet on the drive to Lark's house, but it was the quiet of two guys who were cool with each other, not a tense quiet.

 

“You wanna go surfing tomorrow?” I asked as we pulled up to his house.

 

“Yeah. That sounds gnarly. I'll come get you in the AM.” And then he hopped out.

 

I drove home feeling strangely happy, but a little weird too. I just told my best friend I was gay and he didn't hate me. Still, it was going to take us a little time to work our way back to our old dynamic. I headed to the kitchen, wolfed down some breakfast and then headed to my room to do the one thing that would help me center myself. I started painting.

 

I was totally engrossed in my canvas when Claire came in followed by Jake. “Bradley, when are we meeting Karen?” she asked.

 

Shit. I’d forgotten all about that. “Let me give her a call,” I said, reaching for the phone. “You spend the night Jake?” I asked, freaking the poor guy out.

 

“N-no, I, uh, I just got here,” he stammered. I thought it was cute the way he got all tongue-tied around me, when he was so gregarious with other people.

 

“It's no big deal. Next time you should stay. We've got lots of room. Thanks for the ride last night,” I said pleasantly, which got me a big smile from both Jake and Claire.

 

I told Karen we'd pick her up in an hour. Claire went off to get ready, while Jake lingered, looking at my various paintings and drawings. “Did you do all of these?”

 

“Yeah. I paint to express my emotions.”

 

“You were pissed when you did this one,” he said, looking at the one I'd done when I was mad at Doug. “This one looks, well, lusty.” He giggled and I blushed. It was the picture of Doug's groin. He was freaking me out the way he could read my paintings. No one had been able to do that.

 

“Well, I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here and look at my art and psychoanalyze me if you want,” I said, trying to make my tone light and cheerful. I went into the bathroom and left the door halfway open. I don't know why I did it. I don't know if I was just teasing him, or curious to see if he'd come in and try to check me out. It was like setting a trap where my body was the bait.

 

I stood in the shower and felt the water flow over my body, the wonderful feel as it crashed onto my face and rolled down my chest, down to my hard cock. I almost always got hard in the shower, and I almost always beat off in the shower. It was one of my favorite places to jerk off, the water, the soap, the ability to let my imagination run wild.

 

I stared toward the door: no sign of Jake. I fantasized that he was walking up to the door, peeking in, trying to see around the corner. My hand worked my dick as I visualized him peeking carefully in, seeing me jacking off through the frosted glass, and start stroking himself too. I felt my balls rise, and I was close, so close, until I was interrupted by a knock at the door of the bathroom. “Hey Brad, mind if I pee?”

 

“No,” I said way too nervously. I had to face mostly away from him, giving him a view of my ass. I saw his outline as he stood next to the shower and took out his dick. I was so fucking horny now, and so evil, that I pretended to drop the soap and bent over, flashing my hole straight at him, filtered only by the frosted glass. I looked back through my legs, bent almost double, to see him watching me. Was he slightly stroking his dick? I stood up and turned around, forgetting that I was hard as a rock, and I flashed him a look at my cock. The frosting couldn't hide the size.

 

I went for broke. I slid the door in front of him partway open and reached out to grab a towel. He freaked, he wasn't ready for that. He was standing there with his dick in his hand, hard as a rock, all five inches of it. He blushed and freaked out. I opened the door more so he could see me too. I saw his mouth drop as he stared at my big, hard dick. His hand started moving on its own, stroking himself, and I dropped my hand back to my dick and did the same. He moved so he was facing the shower, standing right in front of the glass jacking off, while I stood in the shower, also facing the glass, doing the same thing. We were jacking off, looking at each other around the partially open shower door while we did.

 

There was no way I could last more than a second. I leaned back and shot my load all over the shower door, the wads splattering against the frosted glass. I watched as I shot and saw other blobs appear, blobs from the other side as Jake shot his wad too. I tossed a towel to Jake to wipe up his cum, then I closed the door and rinsed myself off and the door as well. As I got out and wrapped a clean towel around my waist, Jake suddenly freaked out and sped out of the bathroom. I rushed after him, trying to catch him and calm him down.

 

He was moving so fast he was almost out the door of my room when I caught him. “Jake!” I said, a little too loud. He turned and I walked up to him, still dripping wet, holding my towel with one hand while I reached around him to shut and lock my door.

 

He was blushing. “I'm, I'm really sorry about that. I hope you don't hate me.” I recognized how he felt. It was the same terror I'd felt when I’d made moves on Doug, when I’d told Lark; the terror of being outed. My heart went out to him. I moved my hand to his face, to his hair, gently running my fingers through it while I gently pulled him to me. Then he fell into me, his body against mine, my arms around him, my towel on the floor, and my feelings on fire.

 

He moved his body away and tilted his head up to meet my lips and dropped his hands down to my ass, running his fingers across the cheeks and gently brushing along my crack. I was hard as a rock again. I pulled him to my bed and tried to tear off his clothes. He stopped me and pushed me on my back, taking my hard dick into his hand and gently caressing it.

 

“God, you're huge,” he said.

 

“Does that bother you?” I asked.

 

He smiled. “Fuck no. It's going to be a challenge, but I'm up for it.” He lowered his mouth onto me, taking me as deep as he could. He was no Armand, I mean, Armand is a fucking pro, but he was good. Damn good. Too good. I blew my second load in no time. God, he worked me up.

 

I made him drop his pants and I pulled his hips toward my face. His sexy dark blond pubic hair, his small but perfect cock, his scent, soap mixed with his musk, set my head aflame. I enveloped him, savoring the feel of him inside my mouth, the sound of his moans, and the taste of his precum as he began to leak. And then he shot his load and I took it all, didn't miss a drop. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed some more.

 

He collapsed onto my bed. “You don't know how many times I've jacked off fantasizing about that, about being with you.” He seemed so sincere.

 

“Maybe you can spend the night tonight?” I asked with a leer.

 

“Fer sure,” he responded.