Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2012 17:20:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Gift," Part 3

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"The Gift,"
     Part 3

	Dinner was a great success.  Liam ate so fast that I thought he
hadn't tasted any of it.  Later, he was able to tell me almost every one of
the ingredients I had used in the meatloaf, and he stated that it was
almost as good as his mom's, which appeared to be a bit of very high
praise.

	We topped the meal with rainbow sherbet, which I was surprised to
discover was not only a favorite of mine, but also of Liam.  But that
wasn't the dessert I really wanted.  It'd been on my mind, just below the
surface of my thoughts, and now I was sure that I was ready to face it...it
was time for me to discover if I liked the taste of cock honey.

	I sneaked up behind Liam as he washed the last of the dishes and I
quickly pulled down the sweat pants that he had put on just prior to
beginning the dishes.

	"I need to be comfortable while I work," he had stated, and now I
was going to make him even more comfortable, or at the very least, feel
real good.

	"Denny, I need to finish these dishes.  I don't want the greasy
meatloaf pan to sit and get crusty.  Come on, stop!"

	"Hey, some of us are old and crusty already, and we don't have any
time to waste," I chuckled, as I dug my fingers into the mounds of his ass
and pulled them apart.  Then I dove my tongue straight at his puckered hole
as if it were a javelin.  Never having feasted at a guy's ass, I wanted to
do this quickly before I chickened out.

	Liam gave in easily and stopped working on the dishes.  "Hey, easy,
John Wayne.  You don't have to take the Alamo in the first minute."  With
that, he grabbed a towel, wiped his hands, and then squatted down to open
up his ass trench for my tongue.  He wiggled his butt back and forth, as
though he was trying to wipe it across my face.  He was making little
sounds that conveyed his pleasure to me.

   	"You must have done this before, Liam, `cause you seem to know what
you're doing.  Been with any other guys lately?"

	Liam turned to me with a strange look on his face.  "You sure know
how to kill a moment, don't you," he growled.  With that, he stood up and
turned around, facing me but staring off at the ceiling.  It looked like
tears were forming at the corners of his eyes.

	"I'm sorry.  I was just trying to make a joke.  You know, relieve
the tension."

	"What tension?  I'm happy that I found someone who is smart,
interesting, but willing to stretch their own boundaries.  You seemed to
like what was going on, too.  Nothing serious, just a little mutual
enjoyment.  No one has to do anything they don't want to do.  So what
tension?"

	I tried to regroup my thoughts before addressing Liam.  "I've never
done anything like this before, and it's playing games with my head.  I
haven't been this happy, this excited in a long, long time.  But I don't
have a clue where I'm headed.  I feel like I'm running full blast in a dark
room, without knowing when or if I'm going to run into something, and maybe
even get hurt..."  I hesitated, and looked down as I continued, "...or hurt
someone else in the process.  I guess I was just trying to be funny because
I'm scared shitless right now."

	Liam used both hands to reach under my chin and raise my head till
I was looking back into his eyes.  A few tears were falling down his
cheeks.  "Just remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to
do.  Just say `no.' We're both big boys.  We can handle delaying our
gratification until we're both ready."  Liam's eyes were overflowing with
tears now, but not the tears of anger from a few minutes ago.  They were
tears of compassion, of true friendship.  They were just what I needed to
see.

	I stepped forward, and nuzzled my face into his firm pecs.  I
hadn't noticed how beautifully developed his swimmer's body was, until now.
I ran my hand across the firm abs, and down to his slim waist.  So smooth.
I reached both hands around and grabbed on to the mounds of his beautiful
ass, and pulled him toward me.  I embraced him tightly, feeling the warmth
of his body against mine.

	I looked up, into Liam's eyes, as I began to sink to my knees.  I
maintained contact with his eyes as I reached his love stick, and drew the
plum-sized head into my mouth.  It was time for me to use "the gift."

      "Denny, you don't have to..."

       But I wanted to.  Really wanted to.  Somewhere, deep in my brain, I
knew that I wanted to do this...for me, and for Liam.  I circled the head
of his dick, massaging it as lovingly as I knew how to do.  Then I licked
the length of that beautiful tool, and for the first time I realized how
much bigger it was than mine.  It had to be over eight inches and big
enough around that my fingers didn't touch when I reached around it.

	Now for the true test.  I took his meat into my mouth, as far as I
could without gagging.  It looked like almost half of it was still hanging
outside my lips.  I tried to take more but the gag reflex began to kick in.

	"Don't worry about taking it all.  It feels fantastic already.
Just that much is making me get real close.  I love what you're doing with
your tongue."

	Another happy customer.  But the goods hadn't been delivered yet,
so my tongue went back to work.  Massaging, licking, swirling, nudging.  I
could do this thing where only the very end of my tongue would flex,
allowing me to almost grab onto things.  An "opposable" tongue?  Yeah, kind
of like the way your thumb helps to grasp things, I could grasp and pull at
things with just the end of my tongue.  Not hard; just unexpected...and
enjoyable.  I could tell from his reaction that Liam was enjoying it as I
wrapped my tongue around his love stick and stroked it.  In a few more
minutes, Liam was writhing back and forth, moaning and making guttural
noises deep in his throat.

	"I'm cumming.  Better back off!"

	But I wanted to give him the pleasure that he'd given me, so I kept
him in place, not thinking about what was about to happen.

	"Here it comes, fucker!  Motherfuck!  Auuuggghhh!

	Liam unloaded four good shots of nut butter into my mouth, and he
was still cumming.  Suddenly I realized that I needed to put it somewhere.
In a moment of panic, I began to gag, so I pulled off his cock and spit the
whole mess onto the tile floor between us.

	Suddenly, there was dead silence in the room.  I looked up, to look
into his face.  Fuck!  The tears had returned.  I felt like crap.  Liam had
offered me a special gift, unique to him, and I had spit it onto the floor.
Oh, I could rationalize that a guy doesn't have to swallow.  I could have
pulled off, let him cream all over my face, and never would have had to
deal with swallowing.  But, in this moment, I felt like a piece of shit.

	Liam broke our eye contact, looking away, not saying anything.  I
reached up with both hands as he had done just a few minutes before, and
pulled him down to join me, kneeling on the floor.  We were both kneeling
in his body offering.  I took his chin in my hand, and brought his face
back toward me so that I could look him in the eyes.

	Only a few words were necessary.  "I am so sorry.  I want to make
this right, Liam.  Will you let me?"

	He looked into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity.  Then he
shook his head up and down.

	Again, I had not thought very far in advance.  I wanted to make it
right, but didn't know what to do so that it would become right again
between us.  What was I going to do?  Then I remembered what Anthony had
done that drove me over the edge.

	I guided Liam to the couch, placing him so that his ass hung over
the edge.  I raised up his legs and proceeded to give him a grade-A ass
licking, and then I reamed out his hole with my tongue.  "The gift" was
still working.  When his hole was well eaten and stuffed with enough spit,
I latched on to his cock and sucked for all I was worth, while I inserted
first one, then two fingers.  I dug deep, moving my fingers slowly,
reaching as far as I could until I found his love nut. I had no idea what I
was searching for but I knew when I found it.

	"Yeah!" he squealed, as I tapped on it and caressed it between both
fingers.  His cock was belching cock honey, and I swirled it around in my
mouth, then swallowed.  At first I gagged a little, until my taste buds
took over for my brain.  When I realized how sweet it tasted, I tapped the
prostate to get another slug of it.  His ass was bouncing up off the couch.
I kept massaging his joy button until he began gasping.  He opened his
mouth as though to say something, but only guttural sounds came out.

	I looked him straight in the eyes and sucked even harder.  He began
bouncing up off the couch, and his cock slid into my throat.  It slid in
until my nose was smashed into his pubic hair.  I had been so focused on
pleasuring Liam that my brain never allowed my gag reflex to kick in.

	As his cock hit bottom in my throat, Liam nearly bounced off the
couch.  All he could do was mutter a string of obscenities, which was
followed by a surprise.

	"Oh, mother of god, fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!

	I was enjoying the moment, squeezing his cock deep in my throat.  I
was going to need to come up for air any second, but I wasn't ready for him
to pull out his cock quite as fast as he did.

	"Fuck me!  Fuck me right now, dammit!"  He grabbed my face and
stuck his tongue so far down my throat that I thought he was going to lick
the inside of my bellybutton.  Then he pushed me away, and repeated, "Fuck
me right now!"

	"What...?"

	Which part don't you understand, `fuck' or `me?'"

	"Liam, I don't know how..."

	"You never fucked your old lady?"

	"Yeah, but..."

	"That's right.  Fuck my butt!"

	"I've never..."

	"I don't fucking believe it!  Never send a man to do a boy's job!"
With that, Liam jumped up off the couch and grabbed me, throwing me into
the spot he had just vacated.  He straddled my waist, guided my cock to his
hole, and sank down to the root in one shove.

	"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."  That's all he could say.  He was
slamming himself down on my cock so hard I thought he was going to break it
in two.  He reached for my neck, pulled it close to his face, and proceeded
to lick my whole face before shoving his tongue down my throat.  For a
minute, I thought he was going to be able to reach my cock in his ass and
lick it.

	Liam didn't last long, and he came, hard, for a second time that
evening.  As his love canal squeezed around my tool, it pushed me over the
edge and I coated his moist cave with a large offering of cum.  The
intensity was mind blowing.  It had felt like at least one of my nuts was
going to shoot up my cock and land in his velvety tunnel.

	Liam collapsed in my arms, and seemed to pass out.  In a few
minutes, I could hear a sort of snoring.  He had fallen asleep in my arms,
still impaled on my dick.  I guess swim practice really takes it out of a
guy!  Then I chuckled to myself.  It was way more likely that the process
of us swapping baby batter, and giving my boys the opportunity to swim
within Liam, was what led to his exhaustion.

    	It was going to be uncomfortable in the morning, but for now, I
couldn't think of a better way to get some sleep.  I wasn't going to move
Liam; I was going to let him sleep right there, on the couch, on my lap.

	Sometime during the night, Liam got up and wandered to his bed.  He
had let me sleep, but had covered me with a quilt so that I wouldn't get
cold.  I dug in my pants next to the couch to find my phone to see what
time it was.  What I saw shocked me.

	Fuck!  Two minutes after eight!  It was Wednesday, and I had class
at eight-thirty!  It finally registered that I was not home, but rather at
Liam's, just a few blocks off campus, so I could make it on time to class.
Maybe even have time to grab a bite to eat.

	I threw on yesterday's clothes, and hoped that I wouldn't smell of
body odor or sex.  I didn't wake Liam, and only scribbled a note, "gone to
class," which I left on the couch where I had been sleeping.

	Breakfast today would have to be fast.  It doesn't look good if you
are late to the first class of the semester.  I parked, and headed for the
Student Union.  Breakfast burritos from Taco Mucho would have to do for
today.  As I stood in line, I cursed the computer that had arranged my
class schedule.  Monday night class.  Nothing on Tuesday.  Three classes
today, almost back to back, and then two on Thursday, back to back.
Nothing on Friday till late.  The university, in its infinite wisdom,
scheduled a series of weekend classes under the guise that "non-traditional
students" would have more time to attend classes on the weekend while they
were still working.  Yeah, more time for classes, but no time for life!  My
first weekend class was beginning Friday afternoon, till nine-thirty, then
resuming Saturday morning at eight till we all died of boredom or strangled
the professor!  Three consecutive weekends of that, just for 3 credits.
Damn computer!

	Sex had worked up an appetite, so I ordered five breakfast
burritos, and when I had paid for them, walked next door to get coffee at
Moonpenny; you know, the franchise java.  I asked for a tall/large black
coffee.  The young guy behind the counter just stared at me, like he didn't
understand what I had asked for.

	"Sir, did you want cream, half and half, or scalded milk with
that?"

	`No."

	"Did you want sugar, Splenda, Equal, ...

	"No, if I had wanted that, I would have ordered that."  I was
getting angry, and didn't have time to waste.  I leaned in closer to the
cash register and growled, with a forced smile on my lips, "Tall.  Black.
Coffee."

	The young man still looked confused, but delivered my order to the
register and took my payment.  Then I leaned in, as I was ready to leave,
and whispered, so that only he and I could hear, "I like my coffee the same
way I like my women—tall, black, and hot!"  And I turned and walked out,
not waiting to see his reaction.

	I walked to the classroom, and sat down with a minute to spare.  My
home for the next two hours.  I didn't know who this professor was, but he
looked intelligent and dapper.  Not handsome or attractive, but not hideous
either.  But when he opened his mouth to begin, I realized just how wrong
first impressions can be.  He began a monotone drone that lasted the entire
two hours, and I believe that I may have been the only student to remain
awake.  Me and Anthony.

      Oh, yeah, Anthony was in this class.  That thing I mentioned about
not being late on the first day of class?  Anthony walked in about twenty
minutes to nine, almost ten minutes late!  He looked around, spotted me,
and hurried over to take an empty seat near me.  Before sitting down, he
leaned over to give me a big hug where I sat, and it lasted a little too
long, judging by the looks we were getting from at least half of the class.
And the professor.

      Sometime during class, Anthony slipped me a copy of his class
schedule with a big question mark on it.  He wanted to know what other
classes we might have together.  I looked like this class again tomorrow
morning, and the seminar/discussion group with Dr. E this afternoon, as
well as the weekend class that was going to destroy all my plans for the
next three weeks.  Anthony wanted to get together this afternoon, but I
begged off, telling him I had some reading to do before tomorrow, and also
a meeting I had to attend.

      When class ended, Anthony got up and left, but not before giving me a
peck on the cheek.  My next class was in this same room, so I left all my
stuff, and wandered to find a restroom.  I checked behind the door to see
if Anthony was going to try to ambush me.  Luckily, all I found was a
urinal.

      Returning to the classroom, I found Liam sitting next to my chair.
He greeted me with a kiss.  Some of the same students were here from the
last class, and the looks on their faces ranged from confusion to disgust.
They probably thought I was either a player or a slut.  Whatever!

      "How did you know that this was my seat, and my stuff? I asked him.

      Liam was quick to reply, "It smelled like you.  And it smelled like
sex."  He grinned.

      Fuck!  I wonder who else could smell it?  Mental note to self: set
your fucking alarm to give yourself time to shower in the morning!

      I heard the professor begin announcements, and it was at that time
that I realized that this was a different class, but the same professor.
Two more hours of monotone boredom.  By the end of the semester, I was
going to need serious mental counseling!  The only thing that kept me sane
was that Liam passed me a copy of his schedule with a big question mark on
it.  Déjà vu?  Did these two studs go to the same high school
communications class?

      Liam's schedule was almost identical to Anthony's, except he and I
had the second class with Dr. Monotone, and Anthony and I shared the
earlier dose of boredom.  So all three of us would be in class on Monday
evening, Wednesday afternoon, and for the next three weeks, the weekend.
How was I going to juggle these two guys?

      When class was over, Liam and I walked to the Union to get lunch.  He
moved to get in line at Taco Mucho, but I shook my head `no' and we headed
for the salad bar.  Those burritos were still working in my stomach, and I
didn't need any more questionable food.  I walked over to get a coffee, and
came face to face with that same kid.

      "Coffee.  Tall.  Black"

      "Yes, sir."  The kid must be smarter than he looks.  He had already
learned a lesson today.

      Lunch was quick.  The second class began at ten forty-five, just a
fifteen minute break after the first class ended.  Lunch began at twelve
fourth five, and the next class began at one thirty, lasting two hours.
We'd be done at three thirty, just in time for my meeting.

      Dr. E made this class interesting, so that I could focus on the
material.  God knows, it was difficult with Anthony sitting to my left, and
Liam sitting to my right.  I wondered if they had any clue about each
other, and how I fit into that scenario.  I felt so damn awkward.

      As class ended, both reached in to bid me goodbye.  I had informed
each of them earlier, separately, that I was busy after class, so they got
up to leave and each got tangled in the other as I tried to get away.  I
did a hurried introduction.

      "Anthony, this is Liam.  Liam, this is Anthony.  Gotta go!"

      As I walked away, I wondered just how much conversation would go on
after I left, and I also wondered if my world was just about to come
crashing down around me.  But it was a situation that I was unprepared to
face right now, so it was good that I had other business.

      As I walked into the restroom near the back of the library, I
immediately recognized the guys from yesterday—the kid looked even more
scared, and the older guy looked even sleazier.  At least he was dressed,
wearing a navy polo, khaki slacks, and loafers.  Definitely not as creepy.

      "Here I am.  Had a change of plans, so I could make it.  Are we ready
to re-shoot the video from yesterday?"

      A smile spread across the face of the older guy.  He responded, "We
had been waiting for our spontaneous cast to show up, but you will do just
fine.  More than fine.  Young Mr. Sacke might enjoy another go at you."

      I stuck out my hand to the shaking student.  "I'm Denny.  And you
are...?"

      "Hal."

      "Oh, where are your manners, young man.  Try again," the older man
said.

      He took my hand and shook it, and stated, "Hal Sacke, sir."

      "Try again," the sleazy man hissed.  "Do it right, or I may need to
consider punishment."

      The kid swallowed hard, looked into my eyes with genuine
embarrassment, and said, "Master calls me Harry.  Master wants me to call
myself Harry.  So, my name is Harry Sacke, sir."

      Harry Sacke.  Hairy sack.  What a crude, cruel joke that this guy was
playing at the kid's expense.  And why did the kid call him master?  This
sleaze ball had some kind of power over the kid, Hal, and deep in my gut, I
felt sorry for the kid.  More than that, I got the distinct feeling that
the kid was in danger, that this bigger, older man could seriously hurt
him.  Hal seemed vulnerable, and this sleaze ball was taking advantage of
him.  That's what made me come back today, and that's why I was standing
here.

      In the few moments since I had entered the restroom, I had been
assessing the situation.  From my real estate experience, I knew that
Mr. Smartphone was holding all the power, and Hal and I needed to do
something to upset that balance without putting ourselves at a greater
disadvantage.  He already had god knows how many video clips of Hal, and it
needed to stop, right here, right now.  And if it couldn't, we at least
needed to even the odds.

      I walked past Hal and approached Mr. Sleaze in a non-threatening way,
reaching out to shake his hand.  "So, I'm Denny, and you are...?"

      "We don't need to go into that right now.  You can call me Doc."

      "Well, Doc, I'm guessing you've got a financial investment here, and
I want to get mine, too.  So how about I get a C-note for my efforts?"

      "A hundred?  You want me to pay you a hundred dollars and no one even
sees you?"

      "I'm worth every penny!  And no one said you couldn't include me in
your video."  I was giving him some misdirection, getting him to think
about luring another unsuspecting dolt into his lair, and his flustered
responses indicated that I was succeeding.

      "I didn't bring any money.  Hell, I don't have to pay for someone to
get sucked off!  Get lost."

      "Okay, but now you've wasted a day, and Hal gets off without being
humiliated.  What a loss...for you."

      Obviously upset, the guy dug into his pocket and drew out his wallet.
He opened it and pulled out two twenties.  "Forty bucks is all I've got on
me," he said as he held them out.

      I grabbed the money from his hand, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and
walked back to Hal, but I directed my remarks to Doc.  "Don't ever fuckin'
hold out on me again, or today is the last day I work for you."  The look
on his face told me my misdirection was working.

      "Okay, let's get the show on the road," I announced, as though I was
in charge.  "Doc, you need to get set with the phone camera."  I leaned
into Hall, but continued to speak loudly, "And you, slut, you need to get
ready to service me and don't you dare hold back or I may need to slap you
around."  Doc couldn't see that I was winking at Hal, and he indicated that
he understood that something was up when he looked at me, winked back, and
whined, "Oh god, no, don't hit me."  He really sounded convincing!

      As Doc got set up in the last stall, I whispered, "Follow the leader.
Do everything to me that I do to you, and we'll beat your time limit."
Then I slipped a small tube of Vaseline into his palm.

      I quickly stripped from the waist down, but kept my shoes and socks
on.  Hall did likewise.  I laid on my back, right next to the urinals, with
my ass facing Doc's direction.  I motioned Hal onto his knees near my
waist.

      "Okay, Doc, let's start!"

      "Wait.  Not quite ready."

      "What's the fuckin' holdup.  My cock is achin' over here!"

      As Doc stood up on the toilet, he frowned.  "Get up off the floor.  I
don't want you on the floor!"

      "Hey, who's getting sucked, huh?  Well, you're just losing forty
bucks."  And I grabbed my pants as I began to get up, pushing Hal away.

      "Wait.  Okay, we'll do it on the floor.  But I want to see Harry's
face, and it damn well better be hot!"

      "Just pray your phone don't melt!  Okay, let's go!"

      I pulled Hal's head to my cock, and he sucked it in with little
effort.  Then he worked on the shaft.  I pulled his body onto mine, so that
we could set up a sixty-nine.  I wrapped both hands around Hal's legs, and
stuffed the fingers of both hands into his ass crack.  He did the same to
me.  I squeezed a generous squirt of Vaseline from the tube in my palm onto
his pucker, then smeared it around with both index fingers.  Hal did the
same to me.

      I suctioned up and down on Hal's slab of meat, and he continued to do
the same with mine.  I massaged his dick with my talented tongue, and he
tried to do the same.  I poked one finger from each of my hands through the
opening to his shit cute, then began pulling apart with increasing pressure
until I was sure I could get another finger in.  Hall already had three
fingers in me by this time.  And both of us were becoming increasingly
verbal in our groaning.

      I reached one finger inside his ass as deep as I could, risking pain,
searching for his love nut.  He did the same, probably not sure exactly
where this was going.  But his groans told me he liked my version of Follow
the Leader.

      I found his prostate, and rubbed it.  He shrieked around a mouthful
of my cock.  When he focused back on his job, he searched and found mine.
He rubbed it roughly and my body jerked like I was having a seizure.  Yup,
I damn near did!  I inserted another finger deep, and began massaging his
love button, and he did the same for me.  I knew from our groaning that a
huge cum was on its way, and soon.

      I could feel my own cock honey beginning to boil up from my nuts, so
I backed off from Hal's cock till only the head remained inside, just as he
erupted into my mouth.  He backed off on my tubesteak, and then received
several huge shots of hot, sticky man juice.  I came so hard that I filled
his mouth to overflowing, and I could feel some escaping his lips, probably
running down his chin.

      Doc began to yell from the staall.  "Hey, slow down.  That was too
fast.  You came too fast!  Fuck, I'm not getting my money's worth!  Damn.
Less than three minutes..."

      I swallowed Hal's gift, licked around my lips, then addressed Doc's
comments.  "You wanted him to get good, to do the job fast, and now you're
pissed because he's ahead of the learning curve?  He's gotten too good, too
fast?  What the hell do you want?  Are you afraid that when you post the
video, somebody's going to steal him away with more money, and then you'll
be left high and dry?  There is just no pleasing some guys."

      I pulled up my jeans, and turned to Hal.  "Come on, bud.  Put your
pants on.  I'm buying you the biggest steak you can eat.  That's the best
blowjob I ever got.  Don't forget to lick my cum off your chin; I don't
want you to waste my liquid gold!"  I hadn't seen Doc turn off his phone,
so I think he was still recording right up until Hal and I walked out of
the restroom, arm in arm.  The last I saw of the sleaze ball, his mouth was
hanging open, speechless.


...to be continued...