I Wanna Suck Your Cock

By William Monroe

Danny Rogers was so hot that sparks flew off him. He was a year older than me. When I realized at 18 that I liked guys, he was the one I wanted most.

Now 20 and a college junior, Danny was six feet tall, maybe six-one, with the bluest eyes and short dark brown hair. Under the tight jeans and T-shirt he almost always wore, now a long-sleeved tee covered by a V-necked sweater and a black puffer, I knew Danny had the body of a nationally ranked wrestler. I had seen it in action enough during competitions. If he had flicked his head toward his car when we ran into each other in the mall parking lot, I'd have been in its passenger seat in a heartbeat.

That was the day after Christmas, and my folks were away. The next day, we had our first big snow of the season. Everything shut down, so I hit my dad's booze. By night, I was drunk enough to make the only obscene phone call I would ever make in my life.

I didn't know Danny's phone number, but I did know where he lived. Getting his family's landline number didn't take too long. Before I could think about what I was doing, I heard myself ask Danny's mom to bring him to the phone. Not more than a minute later, I heard Danny's deep voice hesitantly say, "Hello?"

I remember pausing just long enough to swallow my pounding heart. Then trying hard not to sound drunk or like myself, without introductions, obviously, and with no preliminaries at all, I announced, "I wanna suck your cock."

Saying those words sobered me up entirely. I was practically lying on the sofa when I called Danny and said those words. Now I was sitting straight up as if someone had thrust a steel rod up my ass. I wasn't just sober; I realized what I had said and the implications should Danny have recognized my voice. I hung up immediately, thinking, Why the fuck did I do that?

About three minutes later, the time it took Danny to get my family's landline number, I imagine, the phone rang.

I looked at the ringing telephone through what seemed like hundreds of rings, but was probably only five or six. When I picked up the receiver, without even saying hello, Danny, sounding confused but not angry, asked in a normal tone, "Why'd you say that to me?"

"Danny? Hey man, say what?" I asked, doing my best to sound confused by his call. "What do you mean?"

"You just called me, dude," Danny stated; he didn't ask.

"No, man. Must have been someone else," I denied.

"Someone just called me, and it sounded like you, Mike," Danny insisted.

"No, dude, I've been playing Halo. Wasn't me, sorry," I denied again, hoping he'd believe me.

"Sure fuckin' sounded like you," Danny said again after a short pause, sounding less confident. "Well, forget it. No prob. How 'ya been?"

"Okay, cool. Folks are away. Snowed in. You too, I guess," I offered, beginning to feel relieved.

"Yeah, sucks. Well, okay, gotta go, man. Be cool," and he was gone.

Fuck! I thought, half-sitting, half-lying on the big leather sofa in our game room. Why did I make that call? Why did I deny making it? I should have said, "Yeah, dude, it was me. I want to suck your dick because you're smoking hot. Going down on what I'm sure is your big fucking stick is all I think about." Why didn't I say that? I knew why. I wasn't ready for everyone in town to know I was a cocksucker.

After that, I tried to avoid Danny. Since we both attended our state university's local campus, that was hard. We acknowledged each other when we passed on campus but seldom talked. That was normal, though. By chance, our cars were parked next to each other a week before Valentine's Day. When we arrived at the same time, it was hard not to exchange a few words. I hoped Danny wouldn't bring up the call. He didn't and was friendlier than ever. Anyone watching would have thought we were friends.

We bullshitted for a while, then when Danny asked if I had plans for Valentine's weekend, I said I was going to a party at a girlfriend's place that Saturday night but had no date. Danny had no plans. He mentioned that as if he hoped I'd invite him to the party. I waited almost two seconds. He didn't wait that long to accept. I was doing backflips mentally as I told him there was no sense in taking two cars. Danny agreed and said he'd pick me up so I could give directions. There was nothing I'd enjoy more, Danny dude, than giving you directions.

It looked like at least a hundred people were dancing, lounging, and wandering around my friend's sprawling house when we arrived. I won't bore you with the party details. Danny and I separated shortly after arriving when I stopped to talk to friends. I gave up trying to keep track of him and relied on periodic sightings.

Over the next couple of hours, we spent time with my friends and people Danny knew. When I did run into Danny, he never seemed to be coupled up with a girl. Oh sure, being him, there were women all around like flies, but I could tell none of them were with him. Around 1 a. m., he suddenly appeared beside me, buzzed but not drunk. Throwing an arm over my shoulders, Danny announced he'd like to leave. I knew he wasn't asking because he couldn't get laid if he wanted to. It only took a quick glance around for me to spot two women with their eyes fixed on my stud buddy.

A short time later, as we were driving toward town, Danny turned toward me as he drove and asked, "Dude, remember when you called and said you wanted to suck my dick?"

My heart jumped, and my stomach fell through the floor onto the roadway. I turned to look into Danny's eyes as much as I could while he drove, then kept turning quickly toward me and back to the road and said in a low voice, "When you asked me about that last time, I said I didn't call you."

"Yeah, I know," Danny stated.

I thought for a few seconds, then said, "You never told me what the guy said when he called."

"I just did," he said. "He didn't say anything, Mike. You said you wanted to suck my cock," Danny said. "Then you hung up before I could tell you that I'd like that."

"Do I look like a cocksucker?" I asked calmly, determined that I couldn't have him thinking I go around asking guys to let me suck their dicks, and then, suddenly, his words registered.

"Fuck me!" I gasped out in shocked surprise.

"Hey, dude, I've never done that," Danny said, really seriously, as he turned to look at me, adding with a big grin, "but I'm up for it!"

Turning and leaning back against the front passenger door, I smiled at Danny and asked, "Is that so, Mr. Awesome Hotness? Did you beat off that night thinking about me sucking your dick? Why the fuck didn't you call me back and tell me all this then?"

"Fuck yeah I did," he admitted, turning and grinning at me.

"Almost as good as having me do it, huh?" I said, and we both laughed.

"No, having you suck my dick would have been a lot better," Danny replied seriously without any hesitation.

"You'd have liked that, huh?" I teased.

"I don't know. I think so... hope so. You'd have been the first, Mike," Danny said softly, almost to himself.

"No surprise there. I'm sure I'd be the first guy to suck your cock," I laughed again.

"No, dude. I mean it; you'd be the first person to suck my dick. Jillian never would," Danny admitted, looking right at me. "We fucked a lot, but I could never get her to give me head. No one's ever sucked my cock."

Neither of us was laughing anymore. Danny was a head virgin, and he wanted me to be the first to suck his cock!

"True shit?" I asked, turning to look at him again.

Danny just kept smiling and nodding.

There was no way I was wasting my dream night with my fantasy guy on a quickie in a car.

"Okay, dude, I'll give you the blowjob you should have gotten years ago, but not in your car. We're going to a motel," I said seriously.

"Forget that. We can go to my house. My folks are away," Danny said, settling the matter.

Twenty minutes later, we were in Danny's bedroom. He was stripped to his boxer briefs, and on his back on the bed he jacked off on last December, imagining the blowjob he was finally going to get. I was fully clothed and lying on my belly between his widespread champion wrestler's legs.

"Danny, I don't know if you know if you're straight or bi, or what you are, but one thing you need to accept is this definitely makes us each other's Valentines," I said seriously, looking deeply into my years-long crush's deep blue eyes. "You're getting head tonight. I want chocolates tomorrow, and don't you fucking forget." With that, I lowered my face and gently sucked on one of Danny's big balls through his boxer briefs. When he propped himself up on his forearms and looked down at his body with wide eyes, I released his ball and looked up into his eyes. I told the straight guy I had lusted over for so long that for the rest of the night, his balls were my personal toys. Then I pushed him down on his back again and lowered my mouth back down to Danny's shorts. I began to nibble and suck my way up the length of the underside of the long, hard cotton-covered column of cock arcing from his now spit-soaked pouch up toward Danny's left hipbone.

The nationally ranked college wrestler became my personal Jack in the Box. Each time my mouth's or tongue's administration of oral pleasure drove Danny up onto his elbows and forearms so he could watch me kissing, licking, nibbling, or sucking on his strong inner thighs, balls, cock, taint, or asshole, I'd push him down on his back where he belonged so he could moan and gasp and sigh and grunt and gyrate his pelvis for my enjoyment while I serviced him as no female ever had. I even squeezed his balls when, as Danny tried to sit up, without even opening my eyes, my right hand reached up and pushed him back down flat on his back and held him there with my hand on his chest as I sucked the big, still cotton-covered head of his cock into my mouth. Its salty flavor told me my Valentine's Day candy was oh-so-very full of cream for me.

"God, Mike, stop! The head of my dick is so fuckin' sensitive," Danny gasped, but mostly moaned as I munched on his profusely leaking penis through his now precum-soaked boxer briefs. Danny kept making feeble attempts to lift up on his elbows, but my hand on his chest kept him where, even at that young age, I thought a straight boy in heat belonged, on his back with his legs spread.

Lifting my mouth off Danny's wet, thin-cloth-covered cock and smiling up at him as I removed my hand from his chest, I hooked my fingers under the elastic waistband of Danny's boxer briefs at the back, at the top curves of his muscular wrestler butt. Sliding the back of his shorts down over his cheeks in back, and lifting the front of the waistband up and pulling it over the swollen, leaking head of Danny's cock and way down, I hooked it under his ballsack. Now, lying flat on his back, held down by my left hand on his chest, with his legs spread wide, bound at his crotch by his bunched-up briefs, with his hard cock pointing straight up toward his handsome face like a long, thick, obscene penis arrow, Danny's two big balls were lifted and presented for me to devour.

"Mmmm, my Valentine has such big, delicious-looking balls," I whispered, looking up into Danny's wide-open eyes as my tongue began to lick them.

Danny, straight as he was, had the biggest, most lascivious grin spread across his face. I knew no girl had even come close to talking to him as I was.

Looking into Danny's eyes, I licked his balls lightly, then slowly dragged the flat of my tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft from his ballsack to the sensitive little nub just behind the head. After tenderly kissing the soft underside of the head of Danny's cock, I said, "My candy's getting creamy for me. Wanna see me make it cream more?"

"Fuck, yeah, show me," Danny gasped. Straight guys love dick games.

I leaned down and, while looking up at him, stretched my tongue way out and tickled the sensitive little clit-like spot nearly all cut guys have on the underside of their cock at the circumcision scar with the very tip of my tongue. Danny's cock immediately snapped up and down for me.

"Ahhhh... my Valentine's dancing for me!" I whispered as I began to roll Danny's big balls in my hands while tongue-tickling his cock mercilessly, making it snap around in the air and dance until, taking pity on my horny, overheating wrestler, I caught his big, leaking cockhead with my mouth and swallowed it down into my throat.

Danny's chest rose and fell as he lifted onto his elbows and looked into my eyes in awestruck amazement. With his hard, pulsating, leaking cock deep in my warm, wet throat and my tongue moving slowly from side to side up against its underside, my eyes smiled up at Danny.

I began to move my mouth up and down his long, thick, and so very hard dick. It didn't take very long, less than a minute of slowly increasing the speed of my pumping mouth as I squeezed and rolled Danny's big balls in my hands before big, gorgeous Danny began to pant, his hand clutched my head, and he began to say the most wonderful things to me as his big throbbing cock unloaded what seemed to be an endless stream of the thickest, hottest, sweetest cum down my gulping throat.

I sucked Danny off three times that night until, eventually, we both passed out or fell asleep. I did wind up stripping down to my boxer briefs after giving him his first-ever BJ. Danny didn't reciprocate, but each time my boy began to cum for me, one of his knees would bend. A second or two later, I'd feel the sole of one of his big feet press and then stay against my cotton-covered dick. One step at a time, I'm patient.

It's mid-summer now. Our Valentine's Day hook-up has given Danny an amusing code to let me know when he wants us to do so again. He sends a text: "Candy's getting creamy."

Oh, by the way, Danny's learning to give head every bit as well as I expected.

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