Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2017 09:06:35 -0700
From: Emile Ochoa <emileochoa@gmail.com>
Subject: Dash Matthews and The Devoured Dick

The following story is a work of fiction and contains sexual situations
between teenage males. "Dash Matthews and The Devoured Dick" copyright  ©
2017 Emile Ochoa.

Dash Matthews and The Devoured Dick
by: Emile Ochoa

He was younger than me, but Dash was way more experienced than I was; that
much was obvious from the way his tongue snaked around the head of my dick.
I was sitting, slouched back on the chair, pushed back some from the desk
in my room. Dash was in front of me, between me and the desk.

He slowly stretched his lips over my swollen tip, lowering his face closer
to my lap as my dick disappeared further inside his wanting mouth. He
worked it just like a snake swallowing freshly conquered prey; head first
and then pulling inch by inch of my shaft in until he had it all. He
vacuumed sealed it with his lips and held it for a moment. He didn't move
an inch.

I thought I'd be too big for his small, young mouth, but he had no problem.
He didn't even gag, not once. His lips were wet, helping the suction grip
he had on me. The inside of his mouth was soft, warm, moist, and welcomed
all of me without exception.

Every inch went in and only reappeared when Dash decided to slowly and
methodically lift his face up from my lap, sliding his mouth back up my
shaft all the way to the base of the head; then down again ... and up... down...
up, and down, all the way down that he tickled my dark pube spread with his
nose.
I'd never felt anything like it.

I never got a blow job before. I was used to jerking off. I was good at
jerking off, but finally getting blown after thinking about it and wanting
it for so long, was incredible. I didn't think Dash would be the one to do
it, but he was. He was willing and a willing mouth was a willing mouth. I
wasn't arguing. I wasn't going to stop him. I didn't want to, it felt too
good.

I couldn't even speak. I had a hard enough time controlling my breathing. I
even choked on my own gasps when his lip seal and mouth suction got so
intense that my body twitched. I lifted my butt off the chair, pushed my
hips upward. Dash caught me, cupping my butt cheeks with both hands,
pulling me toward him.

He swallowed my dick whole, sucking it faster and faster, keeping his lips
tightly sealed around my stretched, stiff shaft. I was completely at the
mercy of his mouth and what he was doing to me. I swallowed hard. My eyes
were closed. My heart beat hard. I forgot about every girl I ever wanted to
mess around with. None of them mattered in that moment.

Only Dash mattered. Only my dick mattered. Only his young, warm mouth on my
dick mattered. Only his tight lip seal around my shaft mattered and his
head bobbing up and down methodically mattered. I didn't need to fantasize
about getting a blow job from a hot girl while I jerked off, I was getting
a blow job from a hot mouth of a good looking boy.

He pulled way up slowly until my dick popped from his pursed lips. It
twitched. It ached to be inside Dash's mouth pocket again. He teased me,
gently massaging my butt cheeks before sliding his hands away from it,
against the under side of my thighs and then over. He rubbed my balls with
one hand while he held my dick with the other. Then I felt it.

Dash flicked his tongue between my balls. He licked my sack like a dog
lapping up water, just slower. He lapped me from my balls up the underside
of my shaft to my painfully swollen head. Precome formed in globs and with
every twitch, it drizzled out. Dash licked it straight out my piss hole. I
opened my eyes.

"Mhmm, fresh," he smiled and quickly went down on me again.

I grunted softly, moaned quietly as Dash bobbed up and down steadily again.
He massaged my balls at the same time, tugging and rolling them in a way
that sent a lightning sensation up into my stomach. My midsection heated
up. My chest warmed to it. I felt like I had a fever, but I didn't, it was
just Dash. It was the way he worked.

It was hard to believe he was just a young, fourteen year old with short
dark brown hair, brown eyes, and slender cheeks who still wore mostly
regular jeans, casual tee shirts, and zip up hoodies. He still played video
games and ate candy for meals. He still had a curfew, but he knew what to
do with a dick. He knew how to take good care of one.

I was a high school junior, Dash was going to be a freshman. We weren't
that close, but there was a moment during a conversation when it all
changed. I knew it even though I was hesitant to say anything. He knew it
too. He started hinting at things whenever we were around each other,
sometimes asking me questions about sex or acting sexual, but I was nervous
about getting into something because I wasn't sure if he was really serious
about it, but that wasn't all.

I was also nervous because it wasn't just a boy, it was Dash. He was my
mother's, cousin's son, not a random boy or a kid from school. It was
different. He made it easier though because he made the first move;
touching my crotch when no one was around or looking... and the second move;
asking if I ever jerked off and by the third move; asking if he could see
it, I was willing to get into it with him.

I showed it to him. I showed my dick to Dash and asked if I could see his.
He showed it to me; that was it, that was as far as it went. Dash went
home, but he was over again a week later. We were alone. We were in my room
and that was when we got into it.

Things started with tease rubbing over the clothes, while we were talking
about the size and shape of our dicks, and a lot of asking have you ever
done and would you ever do type questions. Then it happened. Dash asked if
he could see how big my dick could get. I shrugged and stared at him,
knowing he would do something if I let him. So I let him... and he did.

He reached over and undid my belt. I watched him casually. He opened and
unzipped my jeans, pulled them down with my underwear, and grabbed my dick.
I let him. It was already swelling and swelled more in his hold.

"You ever get a blow job?" He asked me.

"No."

"You want?" He stared at my face. I nodded and waited.

He didn't ask anything after that, he just did. He moved his hand up and
down real slow, glancing at my face from time to time so he could watch me
watching him. He parted my legs, pushed my jeans and underwear further
down, and I let him. He leaned over and kissed the swelled up head. He
kissed it again and then started tease sucking it before going the rest of
the way until the moment he stopped. My dick hurt.

"Why'd you stop?" I looked at him, his brown eyes staring back up at me. He
was quiet.

Dash turned around, away from me. He opened his jeans and slid them down.
He bent over some and went back closer to my dick. He grabbed it, holding
my dick upward and steady. I watched him slide over it, anticipating what
was to come. He wiggled over it until it touched his butthole and then
pushed down on it.

There was pressure, it was tight, but Dash pushed on it until it popped the
seal and slid in. Then down he went... slow and steady, inching closer and
closer to sitting on my lap with my dick inside his light pink opening,
fully in his butt.

If his mouth swallowed my dick like a snake swallowing its prey, his
butthole wall muscles were its constricting ability. It tightly formed
around the head first, pulling it in before it stretched over the thickness
of my shaft. It was like a small elastic band stretched to its limit. It
was fucking amazing.

I almost came before he was even all the way down on it, but I held out and
he got there, all the way there. Just to be sure I was all the way in, Dash
winded and wiggled against me before pulling himself up halfway and sliding
back down again.
He sat on my lap, rolling, clenching, and relaxing his butt cheeks. I felt
his soft skinned, hairless, round butt against my body and over my crotch.

Dash leaned forward on the desk a bit more, exposing more of it to me as he
slowly went up and down, up and down, up... down, and grinded against me
again. His butthole suffocated my dick with its warmth, suction, and python
like squeeze. Every time my dick pulsed, his grip on it fell a little
tighter.

"You like that?" He asked in a whisper. I nodded and spoke with a soft,
breathy tone.

"Yeah," I said.

He kept going up and down on my dick. His butthole was a perfect
replacement for his mouth. My dick agreed. My body agreed and the tense
knot in the pit of my stomach, the tense feeling growing in my balls, and
the quivering motions coming from my dick were proof I was into it.

Dash quietly moved up and down, his eyes closed, his lips folded over, only
parting occasionally for him to moan or gasp in a breath and lick his lips.
He did it all without ever breaking his rhythm. He found a good rhythm. He
had a good rhythm and moved a little faster.

"You like that?" He asked.

"Yeah," I forced it out through labored breaths.

Dash was in complete control. He was young, but he was experienced. He knew
what he wanted. He knew how he wanted it. He knew how to get it. He knew
how to make it happen. He knew he could make me feel good and give me what
he knew how to give, in the way he knew how to give it.

There wasn't any stopping him and I didn't want him to stop. He bounced up
and down with surgical precision. Every inch of me he covered was done so
carefully and exact. His butthole swallowed all of my dick every time
before he finally came up off of it and spit it out. He adjusted and faced
me. He took my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of
them, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

His dick jutted out from a small patch of sparse, dark pubes. Like me, Dash
was circumcised. His dick looked above average for a fourteen year old,
long with good width. His balls were hairless, hanging in his sack. I sat
up, staring at his crotch. I was mesmerized by it. I had a thought. I'd
never done it before, but I was curious about it now, so I did it. I
touched his balls and his dick.

I moved my hand back and forth on his dick. Before then, the only dick I
touched was mine. I saw other boys in the locker room, but never touched
anybody. Dash was quiet. I kept staring at his dick and then I put it in my
mouth, wrapping my lips around it and bobbing my head slowly, the way Dash
did.

He moved closer to my face between my legs. He put my hands around him, on
his butt and his hands on my shoulders. His butt felt good in my bare
hands. I sucked his dick with inexperience. He let me, but it didn't last
long because Dash moved his hips back and forth, making me suck it the way
I should have been sucking it.

He pushed it all the way in. I gagged when he brushed the soft palate of my
mouth. It only encouraged him to keep thrusting until he suddenly stopped
and slowly pulled out. My eyes were watery. I wiped my mouth and stared up
at his face.
Dash glanced at my room door. It was closed still. He looked at me and
pulled his pants up. He checked the door again and looked back at me.

"Go to the bed," he told me.

I got up. He went too, getting in front of me so he was between me and the
bed. He looked back over his shoulder at me and pushed his jeans and
underwear back down. His butt, his dick and balls were completely exposed.
He lifted his tee shirt halfway up.

"Do whatever you want," he pulled his shirt up around his neck. He bent
over... all the way over, both forearms resting against the bed.

Whatever I wanted was what he said. I put my hands on the sides of his
butt, on his hips and rubbed my pulsing dick against him. He perked his
butt upward. I placed the head at his puckering hole and pushed in some. It
was in just enough to hold us together.

I held him in place and pushed. Dash opened up for me. I stopped with half
my shaft still out. He backed down on it the rest of the way. My thrusts
were slow and continuous. It felt really good. Dash moaned and gasped,
squeezing my dick tighter when he did.

"Does it hurt?" I stopped moving.

"No, keep going," he breathed. I went again, slow and steady. "You can go
faster," he said over his shoulder. "Push it all the way in."

I did just that. I pushed my dick all the way inside his hole. I pulled it
back and went in him again. I went a little faster than before. I was
fucking him. I was fucking another boy. I was fucking Dash. I was having my
first sexual experience with another person. I wasn't having it with any
girl like I thought it would happen, and I didn't care.

I still wanted to fuck a girl to see what it was like, but Dash gave me his
tight, little, fourteen year old butthole to do whatever I wanted to do
with it, and I wanted to keep fucking him.

"Harder," he collapsed around my dick.

I did it harder. I was breathing harder. I was thrusting behind him harder.
I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach again. My balls tensed up. My
dick pulsed, then quivered. My head swelled, my shaft swelled. My dick
hurt. My stomach knotted up and...

"Ugh," I exhaled and breathed hard. Dash looked over his shoulder, smirking.

"You did it?"

"Yeah," I said, still struggling to catch my breath.

My dick was still hard and inside him. The pulsing and pissing sensations I
felt were strong before I came and while I was coming. I kept coming,
spilling it out in one creamy streak after another as my dick pulsed and my
piss hole puckered with each spurt. I counted eight before they subsided
and left my dick quivering inside him. I pulled out.

Dash turned around to sit on the bed. He leaned back and jerked off while I
watched. He came on his stomach, a few globs forming as he slowed his hand
movement on his dick. I stared the whole time. He stopped and squeezed the
last drips out before dipping his fingers in the globs, scooping up as much
of his come as he could and sucking it, licking it from his fingers.

We fixed our clothes and sat on the bed. We were quiet, glancing at each
other a few times before he said anything. He asked if I liked it. I liked
it. He asked if I liked him. I liked him. He told me I had a big dick and
that he would suck it and sit on it whenever I wanted him to.

"I'll do anything," Dash said. He stared at me. I stared back. "You want
to?"

I was curious about girls still, but there was nothing to think about. I
was sixteen. I wanted to mess around. I wanted to put my dick in fleshy
holes. Who cared if those fleshy holes belonged to a boy? I didn't. So
yeah, I wanted to do stuff with Dash again. I would do stuff with Dash
again.

*The End*

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