Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2008 14:58:10 -0500
From: Johnny Murdoc <johnnymurdoc@gmail.com>
Subject: Julius, Hipster Boy

Julius, Hipster Boy
by Johnny Murdoc

Copyright 2008 Johnny Murdoc
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Sex is fun, he says.

I don't know, he says.

I just like to do it. He smiles, and I reach over and wipe my cum off of
his lips.

Before today, Julius was straight. At least, that was my perception of him.
In an embarrassing manner, I had watched him for months. At friends parties
and punk shows, at a bonfire. I had watched him, I had stiffened in my
shorts, and later I thought about him when I beat off.

Julius wore cop glasses and never seemed to comb his hair. He smoked
cigarettes and perpetually looked like hadn't shaven for two days. Any day.
He wore tight jeans and nearly tight button up shirts that looked both
contemporary and retro at the same time.

Julius was a hipster boy. Julius was my fantasy fuck toy.

The way it happened was, we were at a party. The way it happened was, I
didn't say anything to him all night. The way it happened was, I watched
him drink a beer from across the room, and I thought about the beer bottle
like it was my cock. The way his lips seemed to drag over the glass lip of
the bottle. The way the neck disappeared a little bit into his mouth every
time he took a drink.

The way it happened was, I re-adjusted my erection and continued talking to
my friend.

Two hours later, the party thinned out. Two hours later, people were passed
out. Two hours later, and Julius was sitting next to me. We were alone,
floating on a couch in a sea of passed out people.

Do you smoke pot, Julius asked.

I don't smoke pot, I said.

I'm going to smoke, Julius said.

I'll smoke pot with you, I said.

It had been a few years since I smoked pot for the first time. It had been
a few years since the last time I smoked pot.

Apparently, it's a little like riding a bike.  I took a drag, and I watched
Julius straighten his body out, pushing his ass of the couch. He reached
into the front of his pants, and scratched. He had to straighten his body
out to fit his hand into his tight jeans. I wanted to smell his fingers.

It's always like this, he said.

Like what, I asked.

Like I'm always the last one awake at these parties, he said.

You're not alone, I said. He smiled. I fantasized about kissing him. I
closed my eyes. I could, in my own private thoughts, do whatever I want
with him. Pot always makes me horny, he could say to me. I haven't had a
blowjob in months, he could say to me. Any of a dozen dirty porno lines, he
could say to me. I would suck his cock, if he would give me just one dirty
porno opening line. I would clean his nuts with my tongue, if he would just
say something. I would spread my butt cheeks open and invite him in, if he
would just say-

Didn't I see you at the Bouncing Souls show, he asked. I didn't care for
their last album, he said. I'd still see them again, he said.

These are not the dirty porno opening lines I'm looking for.

I closed my eyes again. The couch shifts a little, and I'm sure that he's
left me.

He kisses me.

I jump, shocked. His lips press against mine, the same lips that I've
watched caress three beer bottles tonight. I can taste the beer on his
lips.  I feel his tongue, not forcing my lips open, but tasting them.
Licking them. Licking me.

He sits back, suddenly. I open my eyes. He's looking down at his feet.

Did that happen?

I don't have a dirty porno opening line, he said.

I don't know how to respond.

But I want to have sex, he said.

We were alone, floating on a couch in a sea of passed out people.

I leaned into him, and kissed him back. Beer, and pot, and I could cum
right now. He popped open the button on his jeans, and lifted his ass off
the couch again. Straightened his body out, this time so he could pull his
jeans down. His underwear wass cute. Hot pink briefs with white trim. His
penis wass hard, and pushing against them.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen his penis.

At the bonfire, last summer, there was skinny dipping. I didn't join them,
but I sat next to the bonfire and nursed my beer and watched as friends
abandoned their clothing and inhibitions and jumped into the lake. I wanted
to taste test all of them. But it was Julius I wanted the most. It was
Julius that I watched when everyone started coming out of the lake. It was
Julius I watched as he pulled up his boxer shorts, his penis threading
through his fly and bouncing a little before he reached down and tucked it
back in.

Tonight, on the couch, he pulled down his jeans. He pulled down his
underwear. His erection bounced around for a second before settling against
his stomach. I didn't know what to do first. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted
to suck it, I wanted it ejaculating in my mouth right that moment.

He pushed at the base of his cock with his thumb, to make it stand straight
up.

Suck it, he said.

I obeyed.

His cock was salty. Sweat. His cock was silky. A partial foreskin covered
just past his corona, but not the entire head. It was smooth against my
tongue and I stroked his cock. My free hand grabbed his hip. I could feel
his hip bone beneath his warm skin. He grunted, and made a little thrust. I
pushed my tongue against the underside of his cock. I could have kept him
in my mouth, forever. Maybe I planned to. You don't let go of you dream
boy, your fantasy fuck toy, once he's in your mouth. You keep him there
forever. You pledge allegiance.

At first, I wanted just his head. I wanted to kiss it, and to nurse it like
a beer. But I wanted it all in my mouth. I wanted to gag on it. I went down
as far as I could. I tried to rub my nose in his pubic hair, and his cock
pushed hard against the back of my mouth.

Mmmm, I said.

Ah, he said.

I pulled my head back, and paused to admire his erection. His cock. His
big, beautiful cock. The one I had dreamed about. The one I had snuck
glances at.

There was another time, we were at a party. Julius got drunk. Obnoxiously
drunk. And then he took a piss off of a balcony. He still had a beer in his
hand. As everyone laughed, he rained urine down two stories below, into the
pool. People were swimming, and everyone thought it was funny. After he
finished, when his stream dried up, he stumbled backward, his cock still
dangling from his fly. It bounced and wobbled, and continue to do so as he
staggered back into the party, trying not to spill his beer. Failing to not
spill his beer. His penis, soft, bounced up and down, and when he almost
lost his footing, left and right. I watched it for as long as I could
without someone noticing. I watched it for awhile. I wanted to get on my
knees and suck it there, then, even with small drips of urine still falling
onto the carpet. Julius stopped, just then noticing that he was walking
around with his penis sticking out, and he took it in his hand and shook it
three times, like you would at a urinal, and tucked it back in.

Maybe it was Julius's habit of showing off his cock that made me want him
so badly.

And then it was in front of me, hard and slippery with my saliva, having
just been pulled out of my mouth. I leaned back a little bit and admired
his entire package. Below his cock, in his soft and hairy little sack, his
nuts. His beautiful and masculine nuts. I wanted to lick them, so I did. I
wanted to do everything, and there was my chance, so I did.

The skin of his nuts was still soft, and they jumped a little as my tongue
brushed against them.

Ah, said Julius.

I took a more forceful lick, smelling soap and sweat. Quickly, I kissed one
testicle, and then licked the entire sack again. I nibbled, and pulled an
entire ball into my mouth. Behind me, my foot slipped and kicked a passed
out guy, and he stirred, but he didn't wake up. I wouldn't have cared. I
would have still kept licking Julius's nuts.

Goddamn, Julius said. You're good at that.

Thank you, I mumble.

I grab his cock again, and stroke it as I continue to lick him. I reached
down and unbuttoned my own pants, reaching through my fly and pulling out
my own cock. I wanted to jerk both of us at the same time. I wanted to jerk
off while I licked his nuts. I wanted to jerk off as I blew him. I wanted
to jerk off as he came in my mouth.

If I do this right, maybe their will be another time. If I do this right,
maybe he'll have sex with me again. If I do this right, maybe he'll let me
blow him again. If I do this right, maybe he'll run away with me to
Canada. If I do this right, maybe he'll marry me.

I swallow his cock again, and I give head like it's the last chance I'll
get.

There was another time, we were at a restaurant. A burger joint, late,
after a concert. There were nearly ten of us, shoved into one semi-circular
corner booth. Ten obnoxious punks. One sad and tired waitress. She didn't
know how well we would tip her. We didn't have that much money, but we
never stiffed a waitress. Anway, this other time. We're sitting at a
restaurant, and we're getting stared at. This couple, older, they give us
dirty looks, and they stare, and they don't even try to hide it. Try to
hide their contempt. Finally, Julius has had enough. Finally, Julius
decides he's going to give them something to stare at. Finally, Julius
stands up and pulls down his pants, waggling his cock at the old
couple. Everyone laughs, or gasps, and the old couple stands up and quickly
leaves. I miss the expression on their faces, because I can't stop staring
at Julius's penis.

Tonight, I blow him better than I've ever blown anyone before. I bounce and
bob, and I stroke, and I lick. Julius starts to gasp and groan, and he
doesn't seem to care if he wakes anyone up. I want nothing more than for
him to come in my mouth. When his gasps and groans turn more and more into
oh yeahs, oh yeahs, I know he's close.

Oh, yeah, he said. Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah...

And I feel it. I feel his nutsack pull up a little, and I feel the first
warm shot of his cum hit the back of my throat, and I keep stroking him,
and I can taste him. The bittersweet taste of his cum, the sweet bitter
flavor of his spunk as he shoots into my mouth. One shot after another, I
feel them all. I keep stroking my own cock.

When, finally, his orgasm subsides, I hold his sensitive cock in my
mouth. I feel his cum pooling together, and I rub my tongue in it,
spreading it around my mouth, and around his cock. And then I swallow.

Stand up, he said. Stand up, and I'll do you.

I stand up, quickly, but before he can even get his mouth around my dick, I
come. Shot after shot, I spray right on his face, on his lips, and in his
open mouth. I stroke every last drop out, and my calf muscles
quiver. Julius laughs, and swallows.

I collapse onto the couch, next to him.

I thought you were straight, I say.

I am, he says.

What, I ask.

Some days, he says.

Sex is fun, he says.

I don't know, he says.

I just like to do it.

He smiles, and I reach over and wipe my cum off of his lips.

THE END

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