Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

The 19th Hole

(Part Three)

Michael was asleep. I was not. My mind was too active over what had just happened and filled with questions about what would happen moving forward.

Now that we had crossed the line, would we stay on the "wrong" side?

If you have free blow jobs available, shouldn't you take them?

If your best friend is willing to blow you, shouldn't you let him?

I have bad eyesight, so I leaned over Michael to look at the clock. It was 12:17. So, it was Christmas morning. Michael opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"Merry Christmas," I said.

"Merry Christmas," he mumbled back, pulling me into an embrace as he did. I had never hugged a man bare chest to bare chest before. Michael was firm and warm. The thick hair on his chest tickled mine.

Michael answered most of my questions when I broke the hug. He moved to his side and leaned on his arm. When I looked at him, he smiled and put his hand to my chest. He started to tickle my chest and my stomach. I got hard, and the mesh gym shorts I had put on to sleep did little to hide it.

Michael leaned toward me and whispered "take off your shorts" as he moved his mouth to my left nipple. I am weak, and I wanted another blow job.

"You take them off."

Michael moved between my legs and pulled my shorts down and off. To my surprise, Michael brought my left foot to his face and licked from the arch up to my toes. He sucked my toes. My feet are ticklish. I cringed with pleasure.

Michael licked up my leg, especially my inner thigh. As he did, he spread my legs wide. Before I knew what was happening, Michael was licking my taint and then my asshole. I tried to stop him, but he pushed his face in farther when I did.

"Michael!"

He raised his head. "Shhh. . . . Relax. . . . It's Christmas."

"I don't think I want you to do that."

"Yes, you do. You'll see."

Michael returned to my ass. I was getting my first rim job. No one had ever played with my ass before, much less eaten it. I had never touched it sexually.

It felt good. But, it also felt weird. I felt was too exposed and vulnerable.

I was about to shut the whole thing down when Michael moved to my balls and then to my dick. Michael was again making love to my dick, speeding up and then slowing down, pulling off and then deep throating me. He was right. He had base skills.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the warmth of his mouth and the sound of his slurping. Instinctively, I again started to match his rhythm with my hips. When I did, he again added his hand to my dick and moved his mouth and hand in unison. Every time I got close, he'd slow down and back me off. He was torturing me. I was getting blown and blue balls at the same time.

Michael briefly pulled off my dick, I later learned to soak the middle finger of his right hand with saliva. I wanted his mouth back on my dick, so I raised up to meet him. As he took me back into his mouth, he again spread my legs wide. He took my dick to the base. As he did, I felt his finger at my asshole. I was too close and too turned on to protest.

As I fucked his face, Michael forced his finger inside me, stopping at the first knuckle. I used my hand to force him as far down on my dick as I could. He buried his finger in my ass. As he moved it in circles, I crashed over the edge, filling his mouth once again with my load. He drank it all and continued to work my ass. A hint of sweat broke out over my entire body.

Michael kept working my dick and my ass. I stayed hard. In short order, I was coming again. I had never had a repeat orgasm before. I didn't even know it was a thing. It was not as strong as the first, but it again brought a hint of sweat to my entire body.

I finally couldn't take anymore. "Dude, you've got to get off my dick."

Michael did as instructed. My soft dick fell into place as Michael kissed my abdomen. I was ticklish and tingly. I was also a little worried about where he was headed.

He licked my sides.

He licked and sucked my nipples.

He raised my arms and licked my armpits.

He licked and kissed my neck.

When I thought he was going to try to kiss me, I turned my head. I felt shitty as I did. But, I was not up for that. It was just too much.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be. That's my fault. I took it too far."

"It's fine."

"It's not."

To show him it was fine, I pulled him into a full embrace. I could feel his hard dick against my leg. It felt big. Really, really big.

I kissed Michael's forehead and held him.

"Thank you," I said. "That was awesome."

"Was that your first rim job?"

"Yep. First rim job. First finger fuck. First multiple orgasm."

"I guess it's been a day of firsts."

"It's tomorrow. It's been two days of firsts."

We fell asleep. Michael's head was on my shoulder and his hand was on my chest. I was naked.

When I awoke, I had a raging hard on. Michael was gone, of course. I jacked off thinking of his mouth on my dick. When I came, I scooped one of the splatters off my chest and ate it. I loved the taste of my cum.