Chapter 2

Becca spoke breathlessly and mysteriously to Josh, “The indignity!”, was all she said.

She moved her hands to my head. Now four hands pressed the back of my head, pushing me onto the floppy dick.

He answered her, “I would never treat you that way.” Somehow he seemed repentant and honest now.

Then it happened. Like some unbelievable unrealistic Grant movie from the thirties. In an instant the anger the lovers were feeling above me turned to unbridled passion. I know I heard them kiss. Without a doubt they began making out. Which of course had the effect of making Josh’s cock grow.

It snaked into my mouth even as I snaked a couple fortunate fingers into Becca. I could feel the various parts of her pussy; lips and grooves. But where was this clit people speak of? Should I search up, or down, for it?

Throughout this Josh tangled his fingers through my hair, spurred on by her hands on top of his.

I let my lips close upon it gently. Meanwhile she let my fingers into her tinier than expected hole.

There wasn’t much for me to do down there on Josh. I was completely unable to move my face either forward or back. But Josh was able to push with his hips. Urgently he thrust into my mouth, sinking deeper only to pull back just so he could do it again.

I sucked as best as I could.

Becca’s moans matched his thrusts, proving that she knew exactly what he was doing – and approved.

Faster and faster his cock fucked my mouth. Then it happened, Becca’s pussy rocked back and forth on my fingers. Josh pushed and she tilted forward. Josh pulled back and she tilted back in perfect unison with him. It grew swampy and squishy and we all heard the noises of a wet pussy being finger-fucked.

Josh’s rigid member made loud obscene fucking noises in my mouth too. And all three of us grunted and groaned with lust.

Becca was first. With an almost imperceptible whimper I felt the most awe inspiring sensation I’d ever felt or would ever feel in my life: her pussy clenched several times on my fingers. That was all, but I knew what it meant and I caused it, or was at least a part of it.

Josh and I were next, inspired by Becca. I filled my tidy whities, involuntarily humping at the air as I spasmed and oozed. Josh’s cock timed its orgasm with mine. It spurted great pent up rivers of lava onto my tongue.

Sitting up, I swallowed rather than spit the goo onto his parent’s couch. Dizzy and star-crossed, I withdrew one numb and sore hand from the best place it’s ever been. I continued to admire those best of all breasts in the whole world. Watching the couple who had forgotten about me I sneaked an exploration of the awesome sheen and smells on my fingers.

Josh slumped quietly, searching her face for something.

Then Becca broke the silence, asking me genuinely and with earnest curiosity, “Was it bad? Did it taste like…?”

This time I knew what she was thinking. She was thinking that some day she might suck his cock. So I lied the biggest lie of my life, “You would hate it. Awful. But if you keep letting me touch you and stuff, I’ll keep sparing you the indignity of it. I’d do that for you Becca.”

The next day Josh and I were in his dad’s garage. Josh was under his old car tying up a fallen muffler, with just the lower half of his body sticking out. I secretly looked at his crotch, remembering what was in there.

From the safety of the dark area below his car where we could not see each other’s faces Josh started, “About yesterday…?”

I blurted out an explanation for what I’d done, an excuse: “She’s hot. She does things to a man.”

It was his turn to make excuses, to save face, “She’s just a place holder you know. Think whatever you want about her.”

“Right. It doesn’t matter. But she’s a fine girl. You might even want to keep her.”

Then he changed the subject, or returned to the original subject, “So about the other day. Was it really bad? For real…or?”

He seemed to know what I’d done; jeopardized their relationship with what I’d said. So I was honest with him, “Mostly I didn’t notice if it was good or bad. I was busy – with Becca.”

“So really, was it bad? Should she do it for me?”

And there it was, the temptation to lie again, “It was… not bad at all.” And the truth was out. I felt bad for my lie to her. The one he’d found out. “So I guess I owe you an…”

He cut me off, “I had the best sexual experience I’ve ever had with her. So I guess what I’m saying is it’s me who owes you one.”

He kept fighting with a bolt under the car for a while, “Soo…? It wasn’t bad?” Was he looking for more proof that she should blow him? Was he fishing for another blow?” I noticed he had an obvious bulge in his pants. If I suckled him again how could I make absolutely sure Becca was involved?

He didn’t stop, “So what I’m saying is… if it wasn’t bad… and since I owe you…” He never finished. He lacked the courage to keep talking.

I saw my chance, “I think you’re right. You owe me. You know Becca’s got the most amazing headlights in the world…” I needed him to let me at her again.

He surprised me, “Oh, Becca’s all in. Let’s do it again Friday.” I was ecstatic even as he kept talking, “But right now, while she’s at work… I need something now.”

I didn’t want to be his cocksucker if Becca wasn’t there. The revelations of the last few minutes broiled in my mind. It was all too much. I tinkered with a couple spare parts to keep my hands distracted, “So, you want…?”

“I owe you.” Did I hear him right?

“And Becca is going to…?”

Josh pushed himself out from under the car. “Let’s go to the basement, Matt.”

I watched bewildered as he laid a blanket and some pillows on the floor and started getting undressed. He tugged at my belt, “I owe you. It’s only fair.”

Did he want another blowjob? I started to object.

Josh pushed on my shoulders forcing me to my knees. He knelt down with me, guiding us to the floor before pressing my shy penis against his face. Kneeling between my legs he started giving me a very nice blowjob, sucking my dick into his mouth, doing his best to bring it to life.

Accepting it, I pivoted about a bit, reaching for his throbbing cock. When my hand touched it he groaned on my dick which was buried in his mouth. Testing that response I squeezed it again, and yet again felt his moans vibrating on my growing dick.

“I think it’s good that you owe me, Josh.” I continued, “I really liked Becca’s tits. And because of me she’s probably never going to blow you.” I kissed the side of his turgid cock as an apology, “I guess I owe you too.”

We sixty-nined for a while, stopping to add commentary or say what felt good, “We should keep owing each other all the time.”

Groping a girl’s tits was fun. But mutual cocksucking was a blast. We each did what we wanted. He liked sucking hard on just my crown while I loved seeing how deep I could take his thick member before its width jammed in my throat. Sometimes we see-sawed, one cock going in as the other came out. Then in the next instant we pushed simultaneously. Josh never took more than half of me while I craved the feeling of his balls touching my lips when he bottomed out.

I pulled Josh over so he was on top of me. “Fuck my mouth. Deeper.” I loved being penetrated. I found it fascinating how his crinkly nutsack swayed from side to side just before caressing my nose. I avoided staring at the spot just behind them.

“Let me know when you’re gonna cum.” He slurped more, “So I can pull back and taste it.” If no girl ever wanted to taste me, at least Josh did.

He sucked me really hard while giving my throat a good workout. The first time I gagged he pulled out for a moment to check on me. But I wanted more, “Josh? When you cum drive it deep so it shoots straight into my stomach. I wanna feel it pulse through your cock.”

We pumped and thrusted and jerked each other, licking balls occasionally until I sensed he was getting erratically close to cumming. I sped up my own hip movements to time my orgasm with his. With needy, frantic quivering I spewed great gobs of spoo on his willing tongue as I felt his cock twitch and pulse with his balls smashed against my lips. Nothing could be better than to feel that firehose expand and gain an inch, to experience every throb, to know what was coursing through his pipe, to witness big balls contracting, to be totally aware of every aspect of my friend’s climax.

As he finished, Josh let his weight fall upon me, driving his wonderful cock to the hilt. He lay there, not moving, enjoying his afterglow. And I didn’t even care if I might pass out.

After we calmed down and we rolled over on that blanket in the basement, we offered random comments:

“I liked the taste.”

“I liked being used.”

“Having an orgasm in your throat was my best ever.”

“I can’t say I even remember mine.”

“Yea? Then I guess I still owe you,” Then he turned to me, “In fact, we still owe each other.” He paused for a second, “And Becca doesn’t need to know how good it is.”

“Yea. Besides, we don’t owe her.”

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