By Natty Soltesz
For a while we held out hope that Randy would find a way to come back to school. But sometime around the beginning of August he called to tell us it was definitely off. He kept swearing that he was going to come visit us often, but it wasn’t really convincing. I felt really bad, but I was so excited to go back to school that I really didn’t dwell on it. It just meant that Darrin and I were going to have to forge together by ourselves. Just the two of us, like it’d been since high school.
We found our apartment by virtue of Darrin’s enthusiasm. He really surprised me by scouring the Internet and newspaper those first couple weeks of August, making calls and setting up appointments for us to look at places.
We settled on a two-bedroom first-floor apartment on Romeo Way, quite a few blocks from our future home at 428 College Street. A middle-aged guy with dyed blond hair and bad teeth showed us around the place, which was your basic college dump with a little bit of character. It had wood floors in the sunken living room, a tiny bedroom, and a bigger bedroom in the basement. It was pretty close to campus, and the rent was reasonable, so we signed a lease that day.
I gave Darrin the big basement bedroom as compensation for doing all the legwork, which turned out to be a mixed blessing because it would flood every time the rain got heavy. Still, it was our first apartment, and we were excited as hell.
Darrin and I never tried sucking each other’s dicks again that summer, like we had the night Randy had stayed. For one thing we didn’t get that drunk for the rest of the summer, and Darrin’s parents were always home so the conditions just weren’t right. We still jacked off a lot, either beside each other or on each other.
We moved into our place on Romeo Way at the end of August and the semester started up soon after that. I really appreciated living off campus, and I started to realize that I was actually becoming an adult. I was taking care of myself—I mean, even though my parents were paying the rent.
Darrin’s basement room became our regular hangout. It was pretty dark and dingy, but also private. We kept up our schedule of beating off whenever one of us felt like it. We would just track each other down, then sit on Darrin’s bed and stroke each other’s dicks until we creamed all over ourselves.
We never brought up our previous cocksucking episode until one day, after I’d flunked a test and had a meeting with my advisor that hadn’t gone well at all. I knew I needed to pick a major, but the truth was that I wasn’t doing very well in school, and I really had no idea what I wanted out of it.
That evening I picked up a sack of weed from McConnell. When I got home I found Darrin in his room, sitting at his desk and pouring over his logic notes.
“Wanna smoke a doob?” I asked.
“No,” Darrin said, a sarcastic answer to a question that wasn’t even worth asking. I sat across from him, on the bed, and we passed the joint back and forth until we were both feeling pretty funny.
“I am so fucking horny,” Darrin said after we’d killed the roach and sat and stared at each other for what seemed like an hour.
“Let’s do it, then” I said. For some reason Darrin started getting totally naked. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I followed his example and started taking all my clothes off as well. I knew something interesting was happening when Darrin slid off his boxer briefs and his big, fat cock bobbed out in front of him, already half hard. As strange as it felt to be stripping in front of Darrin, it actually made me feel kind of sexy, and by the time I took off my boxers my dick was pointing due north.
We didn’t even throw in a porno. We just sat back down and started stroking our dicks, watching each other as we did it. Darrin reached over first and took my cock in his hand. I took hold of his, savoring the feel of it the spongy yet firm texture of it that I knew felt so good to have stroked. The skin of his dick was a creamy white, and my hand slid smoothly up and down his beer-can thick pole even without any lube.
“Man, I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but your cock is amazing,” I said. Darrin seemed sheepish about it.
“Thanks,” he said, reaching his other hand over to hold my balls. “Yours is nice, too.”
“It’s ridiculous,” I said thoughtfully as I stroked him. “Two guys with cocks as nice as ours, and not one person to suck them.”
“Hm,” Darrin said. I looked at him. He looked at me. But neither of us could say it.
“Stand up,” I said finally. “I want to see how much bigger your cock is than mine.” Darrin stood in front of me and I put my cock up against his. I started rubbing them together. Then I pressed them together tightly, and wrapped my hand around both of us, jerking us both off at the same time.
“Oh, man,” Darrin said, “that feels so good.” Darrin’s dick was leaking pre-cum, which spread between our cocks making them slide against each other, all slippery and sticky.
“It’s crazy how fat your dick is,” I said, wrapping my fingers around it to measure its girth. “You could choke on a piece like this.”
“I don’t know,” Darrin said. “You didn’t choke or anything when you tried.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. It was the first time we’d acknowledged what had happened in as many words.
“I know mine isn’t as big as yours, but did you have any trouble with it?” I asked.
“No,” Darrin said, “It was totally cool. It was just like sucking on a popsicle or something.” We started humping our dicks against each other.
“Remember what Randy said, about how if you could suck your own dick you’d do it at every opportunity?” I said. “It’s so true.”
“I know,” Darrin said. He looked me in the eye. “You want to do it again?”
“Yeah,” I said immediately.
“What if we, like, tried sucking each other at the same time?” I suggested.
“Okay,” Darrin said.
It took us a few seconds to figure out the logistics. We laid down beside each other on Darrin’s carpet, my head facing his dick and his head facing mine. On the count of three, we started sucking each other’s dicks.
The feeling was incredible. My cock was getting worked in and out of Darrin’s warm, wet mouth. I was doing the same to Darrin, and the feel of his fat tool in my mouth…well, it was hot as hell. I liked the fact that it was just the two of us now, and we weren’t out to prove anything, just to have a good time. Plus the fact that we weren’t drunk, and I really felt like I could take the time to enjoy it. I was taking Darrin all the way down to the root and he was doing the same. I reached down and felt his hairy balls. Darrin went the extra step and started tonguing mine, so I put his balls in my mouth, rolling his nutsack around on my tongue.
We stayed in that position for a good half-hour, just enjoying each other’s dicks. We had a good momentum going. Darrin’s fat dick was plugging up the back of my throat. Pre-cum flowed out the tip and coated my lips and tongue, but I found I didn’t mind the taste. In fact it kind of turned me on. I took his cock out of my mouth and milked it until a pearly drop of pre-cum stood out on the piss slit of its fat head, then I licked it off.
Darrin was taking my cock all the way into his hot mouth, slathering his tongue against the underside. This was the first time I had ever sixty-nined with somebody, and there was an undeniable thrill about getting head and giving head at the same time. Like you’re part of a well-oiled machine, something that gives and gets pleasure at the same time.
So there we were, working each other’s cocks. I had not intention of stopping until I got my nut, but I wondered what Darrin was expecting. We were going so fast, and getting so hot, that it came almost before either of us could question it. Darrin came off my cock and gasped for air.
“I’m gonna cum, dude,” he said, and I knew that I wanted to swallow his load, just like Randy had. I wanted to feel it pulse in my mouth, feel that torpedo-sized dick issue a fresh and hot load of cum straight from his balls and into my throat.
I sucked him as deep as I could, cupping his balls in my hand and working my tongue hard and tight along his shaft and piss hole. He moaned louder and louder, and suddenly his dick lurched and pulsed in my mouth. Darrin put his hand on my head and held me down. His huge cock swelled and then released, the first shot of jizz streaming out of his cock like a jet of water from a cannon.
I gulped down as much of his first shot of cream as I could, then came another, then another, and another. I felt like I was sucking all the life and power straight out of him. His warm cream coated my tongue as I sucked more out of the tip of his dick, letting it slide down my throat and into my stomach.
Darrin had my head in his hands, gasping and saying “Uhhh uhhh…” I had a hold of his hairy balls and I tugged on them, swallowing his thick cock down to the root and nestling my nose in his thick wiry thatch of pubic hair.
After Darrin had fired his last shot, he went immediately back to sucking my dick, humming and moaning as he still came down from his own orgasm. I kept his cock in my mouth (which was staying pretty hard considering he’d just shot off), trying to eke more cream out of his dick and loving the taste of it.
Darrin was blowing me just as hard as I’d sucked him, and before I could even say anything, my load just rose out of my balls and started shooting from my dick. Darrin kept on it like a trooper, taking every drop of my cream down his throat. I was still amazed at how good it felt just to unload down somebody’s throat like that. Darrin gulped it all down.
We were both spent. We laid back on the floor beside each other, my head at his feet and his head at mine.
“Whoa dude, that was awesome,” Darrin said, breathing heavily.
“Yeah,” I said. Even though it was cool down in the basement, our bodies covered in a slick sheen of sweat.
“We both swallowed,” Darrin said. In the privacy of our apartment, deep in the basement, with my best friend at my side, I felt like I could admit anything.
“I kind of dug it,” I said.
“Yeah, it was pretty hot,” Darrin said, and he got up and put some music on. Darrin sat back at his desk and got out his weed box. “Might as well smoke it if we got it,” he said. I leaned against his bed and we passed the joint back and forth, both naked as the day we were born and more relaxed than I could ever remember.
“Do you think this could present a problem?” I asked.
“What do you mean? What kind of problem?” Darrin said.
“I don’t know…it just seems…doing stuff like this is…”
“Yeah.” I was glad it had finally been said.
“I don’t know. I really don’t care. I wouldn’t call it a problem at all, would you?” he said, smiling at me. I looked him over. I took in his handsome face, his slim, furry body resting back in his chair, the thick dick that hung between his legs.
“No,” I said.
“Good,” he said, handing me the joint. I put it to my lips, took a hit, and handed it back to him.
“I’ll suck you off whenever you feel like it,” I blurted out.
“That’s a deal,” he said, and he took a drag off the joint.