Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2011 16:18:23 -0400
From: Nick <bingabuffalo@gmail.com>
Subject: Dalton: Chapter 3

The next day came and went; I trod through all my routines quietly and
calmly. My fantasy had finally been realized -- almost exactly the way I
had imagined -- yet I couldn't help but feel a bit empty. Giving a hot
blowjob and then going home to jerk myself off every couple of weeks was
not what I wanted. Then again, facing Dalton was not an option for me
either. I decided to continue my life without letting our encounter affect
it, hoping secretly and desperately that Dalton would approach me. The next
day, we had practice.

I arrived at the high school a half an hour before practice so that I could
help set up the equipment in the practice room for rehearsal. I walked
through the double doors to the back entrance and as I turned the corner, I
was knocked flat onto my back, the wind sucked from my chest. I struggled
for air and lay there writhing, while the boy who had run into me got up
and reached for my arm to help me. I was pulled back onto my feet and
regaining my composure, saw my assaulter directly. My breath was almost
stolen again and my first instinct was to pull away and run down the
hallway to the safety of the band room, but I was held fast, my wrist
locked into his grasp.

"Don't you run from me..." he whispered in a commanding voice. Dalton
quickly looked in both directions of the deserted hallway and then pulled
me into the nearest boy's restroom.

"You know, I've been thinking." All I could do was stare back into his
brown eyes with lust and fear.

"When I put your hand on me, I was just joking. I didn't think that you'd
actually leave it there. But your hunger for the dick got the better of
you, didn't it?" I nodded in compliant response.

"But I liked it, now that I remember, and I wanted to ask you something..."
He shoved his face toward mine and pressed his lips hard into my own. He
was a bit sloppy, but passionate, and he pulled away just looking at
me. Before I could say or do anything, he was back on me. But this time,
his lips spread a little and his tongue floated its way into my mouth as
his thickening dick pushed into my groin. I inhaled and my knees weakened
with the sweet, musky smell of his body on me and his tongue still
interlocked with mine. Too soon, he pulled back once more and exhaled onto
my face.

"Don't be late to practice," Dalton chided and smirked as he left me
against the wall breathless. I waited for my boner to go away before
leaving the bathroom and heading toward the band room. Practice was
exceptionally normal except for the looks I would get from Dalton every few
minutes. They were somewhere between a disapproving grimace and a
shit-eating grin.

My mom texted me during our 5-minute break. It read "Headed to convention
in Miami. Won't be home until Sunday. Sorry about the short notice." It was
Thursday and I now needed a ride home. After practice, everyone seemed to
flee the building, as if they knew what kind of trouble I was in and wanted
to avoid it. It seemed even Dalton had left in the post-practice frenzy, so
I was left alone to clean up the equipment storage room. I finished and
began to walk home. It was dark and a bit breezy, but overall a beautiful
fall evening. I always loved the somber solitude of the evening, with
everybody tucked away in their living rooms or beds, I felt like I was the
commander of the night. Besides, I convinced myself, I only lived about 2
miles from the high school, and I would be home in no time.

Unfortunately, Mother Nature didn't favor the splendors of the autumn
evening as much as I did, and she cast a rain upon it. I couldn't have been
10 minutes into my walk that I was utterly caught in a torrent. I tried to
cover myself with my backpack, but I was getting soaked nonetheless. A car
pulled up next to me, slowing to a crawl on the shoulder of the road and
rolled down the passenger window. Now, I was always taught never to talk to
strangers, much less take rides from them on stormy nights, but I was
rather desperate.

"You look like you could use a lift..." the stranger called out the window.

"I really do, thanks so much. I don't live far at all...I hope it's not
much trouble." I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, waiting for
my eyes to adjust from the brightness of the high beams to the glow of the
dimly lit cockpit.

"Anything for you, babe." My ears must have deceived me. I turned my head
to the left, shaking some rain from my face in the process and saw Dalton's
soft grin. I suppose I had this coming, but my jaw dropped anyway. I began
to stutter,

"How...why are you...but you went home like 20 minutes ago."

"I stopped for some ice cream at Dairy Queen after. I always do that after
practice."

"Well, I guess...it doesn't matter. Just drive."

Dalton drove in silence to my place. I suppose he could sense my
frustration with him, but he didn't know that it stemmed mostly from my
burning lust for him. That and a mix of that nasty feeling you get when you
realize karma just got you back for something pretty big. But I swallowed
my anxieties and sat calmly while his little car bumped down the hills to
my house. We soon arrived and I unbuckled my seatbelt, poised to jump out
of the car at the soonest possible opportunity. I must have missed the
click of the locks on the doors, because I pulled at the handle anyway when
Dalton put the car into park.

"Ah, ah, ah...you didn't think this ride was free, did you?" Damn.

"I'm going to have to request some payment for this. And I don't take
cash." Damn, damn.

"Hmm, it seems nobody's home. Just you, tonight?" he asked, already knowing
the answer and reveling in satisfaction.

"Yeah..." I sighed, defeated. I considered the inevitable. Why was I
protesting to let his hot boy come into my vacant house and have his way
with me? Maybe I felt like he was crossing boundaries? Then again, maybe I
should widen my boundaries. I figured I could always talk to Dalton about
my feelings later, but for now,

"Alright, let's go in." I opened the car door and Dalton followed me to my
front door. I stepped into the dark house and inhaled, enjoying the scents
of my own home. Somehow, it felt like with Dalton in it, it would never be
the same, like his pheromones would fuse with my own and change the smell
of my house. Dalton wasn't shy about being a guest, as he took off his
shoes and flopped down on the couch in the den next to the foyer. I went to
the bathroom and when I came back out, the TV was on and Dalton was
rummaging through my DVD collection.

"Yo, you got any porn?"

"Of course I do, what do I look like, 12?" Ouch, even I was surprised by
the sting in my voice that time. What was getting into me? "Besides, I
wouldn't keep it with the rest of my family's DVDs, and it's only gay."

"I don't mind." Dalton responded almost too politely. I went up to my room
and grabbed one of my favorite homemade, pirated DVDs from my stash and
brought it down to the den. I put it in the DVD player and switched the TV
to auxiliary input. Dalton watched pensively the whole time. I sat back on
the couch, pretty far from him, as the porn started. We both watched for a
couple minutes, only breathing, and I started to think that Dalton was
chickening out. What was I doing, though? Two days ago, I had sucked this
boy's dick like there was not tomorrow and now I was too shy to jerk it
with him? What the hell, I thought, pulling down my shorts.

I was already a bit hard in anticipation, so I was at full mast after a
minute or two of focusing on the porn and trying to ignore Dalton. I looked
over to him finally, and saw him rubbing at his bulge with his pants still
on.

"Oh, come on." I said and yanked down his shorts and underwear in one
motion. His massive dick flopped up and smacked his belly, and it wasn't
even completely hard yet. I salivated just looking at it and the hand that
I had been stroking with slowed down to a stop involuntarily. I simply
stared at him, he at me. Suddenly, he leaped over to me and landed on my
side of the couch, his mouth sealed to mine and his dick grinding hard
against my own. This was ecstasy. I craned my head up to reach his better
and Dalton's tongue swirled around my mouth feeling every nook and cranny
of it. I put my hands down and pulled his ass cheeks apart, running my
palms over the soft dusting of fur that crept from his huge bull balls
around to his virgin hole.

"Mmmmh..." was the only sound Dalton could make with his mouth on mine and
his hands in my hair. Soon, he leaned back and pulled me up off my back and
stared at me as if to say, "You know what I want, now give it to me." I
gave it to him and took his entire throbbing cock into my mouth. I choked
on it at first -- I had underestimated it in my memory of its length and
girth - but soon breathed and swallowed it all down. One thing that would
always surprise me about Dalton, even into my later years, was the amount
of precum this boy had. It flowed like a water fountain from his dick hole
and I loved every ounce of it. I took a moment to savor the saltiness of it
each time he flexed his dick and some more came out, before using my tongue
to spread it around the head of his cock and then down the base. Whatever
was left, I would happily lap up like a little puppy.

This sucking, tasting, spreading, and swallowing of the precum went on for
what seemed like hours. Each time Dalton would get close, his breathing
would become rapid and his core muscles would clench, and his hands would
grab my head or shoulders, and each time I would reluctantly pull off his
dick and go up to his face, where I would suck on his tongue and drink in
the sweet scent of his musk. Finally, Dalton started breathing heavily
again and I was preparing to stop sucking for a moment when his burly arms
pressed down on my head, and his pelvis thrust into my mouth as he released
a guttural groan. I was unable to move, stuck with his gargantuan cock in
my mouth when he pushed his hips up farther than ever before and exploded
in me.

"Uggghhhh!" he cried as he experienced what must have been the best orgasm
he had ever had. I love to swallow loads and I could hardly keep up with
him as volley after volley of hot cum went down my throat. I sucked and
Dalton lay there until his dick began to grown soft once more, both of us
caught in a lustful stupor. He shot up suddenly, reaching for his
underwear.

"I, I have to go," Dalton stuttered as he pulled up his shorts and groped
around for his keys.

"Wait, why? I don't mind if you stay..." I pleaded. "Wouldn't you like
shower?"

"I just, I have to go." With that he stormed out the front door and into
the rain. I looked blankly at the porn that was still going on loop and
sighed. After hitting the power button on the TV, I trudged up the stairs
and fell into my bed, and into a deep, but restless sleep.