Taunting Jim 3

They both were moaning loudly there on the floor as Jim slurped and sucked the organ that had so fascinated him. Brad wished that his cock were not quite so big so that Jim could get all of it in his mouth and down his throat. But the halfway mark he was reaching was almost unbearable itself, and soon he began to feel the inevitable stirrings of orgasm burning in the base of his column.

He placed his hand gently on the back of Jim's head to stop him from thrusting and said, "I'm getting close now. Tell me what you want."

Jim reluctantly pulled his mouth away long enough to say, "I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste it, I want to eat it."

"Are you sure?"

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Jim had already returned to his powerful sucking, and nodded his head, moaning the affirmative. The suction was even greater now, and Brad was growling with ecstasy as the sperm rose in the shaft and erupted in a violent spew into Jim's hungry mouth. It burned hotly in Jim's throat as he struggled to swallow it all. As the flow abated he continued to gulp and swallow to get every drop. The taste was sweet and rank with a faintly salty aftertaste. He gagged slightly at the idea of it, but returned to suck the shrinking shaft to get the last remaining drops.

He remained bent over Brad's crotch, massaging the thick, limber flesh with his lips and tongue like a baby with a pacifier as Brad lay motionless and spent on the floor. Suddenly Jim became very self-conscious of what he was doing, and he pulled away quickly and retreated to the bathroom. He was amazed to discover that he had cum in his pants without even being aware of his own orgasm.

Brad got up and put on some shorts and a shirt, suddenly modest about his nakedness. He had no idea how to proceed after what had happened, so he decided to go for a walk to clear his mind. He stepped out the door without saying anything to Jim.

Jim sat there in the bathroom and tried to figure out what to do about what had happened. He could not bring himself to believe what he had done. Never before in his life had he been attracted to another male. He was not a queer. He couldn't be. And yet here he sat with his mouth and throat feeling like the inside of a condom, rank and putrid with ropy gobbets of thick jism clinging so fast that he couldn't swallow them down. He got up and went to the kitchen and started eating slices of bread to mop away the nasty fuck juice. He then went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and as he stared at his reflection he began to realize something.

He was not a queer. He had acted on a stimulus response. He had learned about it in Science. Animals, including man, react to stimulus response. And all men are capable of being sexually aroused by a member of the same sex. You might get a hard-on when the doctor examines your testicles. That doesn't make you a queer. You simply can't avoid stimulus response.

He felt better. He knew what he would do now. He would ignore what had happened. He felt that Brad would do the same. Things had simply gotten out of hand. If neither of them talked about it they would soon forget it had happened.

Brad had come to pretty much the same conclusion. He hadn't thought Jim was a queer, and he didn't want to think so now. Things had just gotten out of hand. He had gone too far. But what if Jim really was a queer? What if he never realized it until now and was ready to come out of the closet. He had promised not to tell, but Jim hadn't made that promise. God, he had been good, too. Was this really his first time? He seemed to be a pro cocksucker. But regardless of what Jim felt, he would just ignore it and act as if nothing had happened.

When Brad returned he almost removed his shorts at the door to show that everything was the same as before, but he couldn't bring himself to. They talked about every subject they could think of except blow jobs, and soon everything seemed as if it would be OK. They ate supper and Brad took his shower, but when he emerged he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

By the time they were ready for bed, Brad began to worry about what to do. He felt that to put on clothes to sleep in would be too obvious, so he decided to hang the towel in the bathroom and sleep naked as always. As he entered the bedroom he noticed Jim watching him from his bed, and once again he was a little excited about the attention. He had intended to pull the covers up over himself, but couldn't resist remaining exposed. As he lay there feeling Jim's eyes on his naked skin his cock began to grow once again.

Jim's own cock was already stiff and aching by the time he noticed movement in Brad's monster. They both lay there quietly with throbbing hard-ons for nearly an hour. Brad began to analyze the situation. He knew that he was not queer. He had no attraction to Jim and had no desire to perform any sexual acts on him. His own cock was erect because of the remembrance of Jim's expert blow job. The fact that he had enjoyed Jim's blow job did not make him queer, it just made him a male. If he had a desire to give a blow job then he would have cause for concern, but that was not the case. And as for Jim telling anyone what had happened, he knew that wouldn't happen. So based on all that, he decided to break the silence.

"I can't sleep. How 'bout you?" he whispered.

"No."

"You know what would help me get to sleep?"

"No."

"I think you do," Brad whispered.

"No," Jim whispered, his heart pounding as he stared at the big cock in the next bed.

"Tell me what you want."

"No." He sounded desperate.

"Tell me."

The silence was deafening. Brad shifted in the bed so Jim could see the big cock better. In the dimness he could make out a tiny drop of pre-cum sparkling at the tip and he grew weak. Brad raised his knees in the air and spread them wide. He wet his middle finger with spit and dragged it along the length of the hard shaft, dipping his fingertip into the syrupy pre-cum at the pee hole and raising his finger to his mouth. He slowly dabbed the elixir onto the tip of his tongue as Jim panted and sweated, spellbound in his bed.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Brad whispered, as he returned his wet finger to glide up and down the shaft.

"Yes," he replied so softly he barely made a sound.

"What do you want to do with it?"

"I want to lick it."

"What else?" Brad prodded.

"I want to suck it," Jim whispered as if in a trance.

"What else?" he urged.

"I want to swallow all the cum."

"Then come get it," Brad said in a full speaking voice, which sounded like thunder in the quiet room. He pulled his hand away and widened his knees. Jim eased out of his bed and crept quietly over to Brad's bed. He approached from the foot of the bed and crawled up between Brad's strong thighs. The big cock was lying against his abdomen with the smooth white underside showing like the belly of a crocodile. He slowly lowered his face till his tongue was touching the inner thigh. He dragged the tongue up farther until it reached the massive balls, bathing them gently with spit. He then moved up to the long, thick shaft and began to work sideways on the underside like a flute, kneading it firmly with his wet lips as he plowed up and down its entire length.

They both moaned as Jim slid the stony limb into his mouth. He pushed his head down while dropping his jaw to force it into his throat, but each attempt induced a gag, so he limited his feast to the outer half, occasionally removing it from his mouth to lick and suck it from the side to massage every inch. He would slide down the shaft as deep as he could tolerate and hold his position, allowing his tongue to provide the fervent friction. Sooner than either one of them would have liked, the python began to writhe and spasm as viscous white ejaculate boiled from the hole at the end. Jim was working at the base of the shaft and along the scrotum and missed the first few globs, but quickly sucked the bulbous, expanding cock head into his mouth, pumping and sucking and gulping the goo. When it had finally subsided he licked up the errant blobs from Brad's abdomen before returning to the slackening penis. Although it was still a tremendous amount of meat when it was flaccid, it was no longer rock hard, and Jim was able to cram almost all of it into his gaping mouth. He sucked on it tenderly for about a minute as Brad moaned deliriously. Then he eased out of the bed and quietly returned to his own.

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