Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 01:52:35 -0000
From: gryffindor house <gryffindorh@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Going Down on Donny-7"

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males having sex
with each other.  The story is erotic fiction. Do not read this story if
you are under 18.

This story is for Nifty Archives only. Do not post anywhere else.

My e-mail address is gryffindorh@hotmail.com.

Going Down on Donny-7

By Daniel

After Donny started dating this girl named Becky, the only time I ever saw
him was during baseball or else when he wanted a blowjob. It was like this
unspoken rule that he expected me to be on call for him
twenty-four-seven. You never knew when Donny was going to get horny and
demand a blowjob, but you better be ready to suck when the time comes.

When Donny was off doing his own thing, I jerked off a lot thinking about
his dick in my mouth.  There's nothing hotter than the way he forces it
down your throat and makes you swallow his cum. Sometimes I thought about
other guys, like Skeeter, the blonde surfer dude that I sucked off at
Verduga Beach and the Longhorns parking lot. And sometimes I daydreamed
about guys on the team, like Javier Mendez, the Mexican hunk, or the Tyler
twins, but mostly I thought about Donny when I whacked off. It kept me from
sulking and feeling sorry for myself.

After baseball practice one day, I got caught staring at Donny while he was
undressing after practice. It wasn't the first time. He went about his
usual routine: first he peeled off his shirt, then the leggings, socks, and
pants until he was down to his jockstrap.  Then he stripped off that
jockstrap and, just as he peeled that jock and his cock flopped out, right
at that very instant when that big floppy dick was about to flop out, he
looked in my direction and caught me staring at him. He knew I'd be gawking
at him as I always do, and he got a real kick out of catching me. He looked
and me and chuckled to himself.

I would have done anything to do Donny again and he knew it. I even called
him up and begged him to let me come over to his house and do him. Many
times.

One time he let me come over to his house and suck him off in his bedroom.
Well, sort of. He let me suck his dick all right, but he was on the phone
talking dirty to his girlfriend Becky. If she only knew that Donny's dick
was in my mouth the whole time they were having phone sex.

Donny dialed up Becky. "Yo, babe," he said, lowering his voice and trying
to sound sexy. "I'm thinking about you right now... I know, babe. I wish
you were here too...Pretend we're on the bed and we're naked. You're on
your stomach...Oh, yeah. You're da bomb. You look SO hot...You're
holding it in your hand...Yeah, sexy, my cock. Now you're taking it in
your mouth and it feels really good. How does it taste?...Yeah, your
mouth is so hot and you're making love to my cock, babe."

Donny's cock stiffened in my mouth as he talked dirty to Becky. His legs
were spread real wide on the bed and he was idly rubbing his chest. My face
was buried in his crotch, trying to please him while he pretended Becky was
sucking him off.

"...That's right. You're sucking your man's cock like a good little
girlfriend should. ...Of course I love you Becky. I wouldn't ask a girl
to suck my dick unless I really cared for her (He held his hand and
snickered) ...Oh, yeah, you're doing great. You really know how to please
a guy...No, babe. You're not grossed out by it at all. You're totally
into it...You are, totally, and you look so hot with your lips wrapped
around my cock. You're going to make me cum...Yeah your really workin' it
now. I want you to swallow...Yeah, you heard me. I want you to slurp down
every last drop of my juice and I don't want you to spill a drop...Hold
on."

Donny pushed me aside. He cradled the phone on his shoulder and pulled on
his dick with both hands until he was ready to shoot. Then he pushed my
head back down. At that very second his cock began to pulse and spit cum.

"Oh, yeah baby. I'm cumming babe. You're taking it all. You're my little
slut. Oh, you sexy slut..." When he drained the last drops in my mouth
and pulled out, a trickle of cum escaped out of the corner of my
mouth. With his index finger, Donny scooped up the jizz and smeared it on
my cheek.

"Some of my love juice trickled out of your mouth babe...I know you're
sorry, girl. You'll be more careful next time. Anyway, I wiped it up. You
don't have to wash the sheets tonight. Ha, ha....What did I do with it? I
gave it back. You look SO cute with my cum on your face."

That's how far I'd stoop to suck Donny's dick. You'd think I'd learn my
lesson and steer clear of Donny after that. No, the very next day I was on
that phone, pleading and begging him to let me suck him off again. Becky
could watch for all I cared. He just laughed and hung up on me.  I kept
calling though, day after day. He got tired of my calls after a while and
threatened to kick my ass. When that didn't work he threatened to tell
everybody--the kids at school, my parents, the whole world--that I'm
a cocksucking faggot. That didn't work either. I figured he was bluffing.

The last time I called him he told me to shut up and listen. He played this
tape recording of our last phone conversation. It was beyond
pathetic. "Please Donny?" My voice was real whiny.  "Please let me suck
your dick, Donny." You can imagine how degrading it was to listen to my
pathetic begging. "Please put it in my mouth and let me suck you off." The
desperation, the shameless pleading for Donny's cock was too much for me. I
hung up on him for once. I didn't call again.

As bad as the telephone stuff was, it didn't cure me of Donny. Not by a
longshot.  I wanted Donny bad. One day after practice, when I was really
horny after seeing him naked in the locker room, I decided to sneak into
the laundry room, find his dirty jockstrap, and do something nasty.

Within a half-hour after practice everybody but Javier Mendez was gone. All
I had to do was wait until Javier finished his after-practice routine and
I'd have the place to myself.

Besides playing baseball, Javier was on the varsity wrestling team. As
usual, he was laid out on a mat doing an inhuman number of ab crunches. His
light brown shoulders were shiny with sweat and his skin stuck to the vinyl
mat. You could hear him unglue himself from the mat with each rep. Sweat
trickled down the valleys of his ripped stomach muscles and a single bead
dangled from his nose.

I was unnoticed by Javier who was zoned in on his workout. For something to
do while waiting for him to finish, I picked up the dirty towels that my
teammates didn't bother to throw in the laundry bin and I watched Javier
flex and hone his muscles. While bending over to pick up a towel, I noticed
his gym shorts were pushed to one side and you could see the head of his
dick peeking out. He obviously wasn't wearing his jock, so I made a mental
note to look for it when I went on my jock hunt.

I was getting hornier by the minute and spying on Javier wasn't helping
matters, so I casually wandered over to the laundry room and ducked
inside. I dove into the laundry cart, this giant bag suspended on an
aluminum frame that is wheeled into the locker room for guys to dump their
dirty clothes. I sorted the jockstraps one by one and I admit I had to take
a whiff of every one of them. Some of those things were ripe. Beyond
skanky. There were jocks with the initials of the guys stenciled with
indelible ink and others with their initials sewn on. I came to a strap
with the initials JM sewn into the elastic waistband. I took a big whiff of
Javier's jock and imagined the stud having his way with me, doing crunches
while I sucked his dick. The musky odor of the big hispanic dude's jock
sent my head spinning. It was still moist with sweat or something.

I fought the urge to jerk off. I kept searching for Donny's jockstrap, all
the while Javier's athletic supporter was wrapped over my face like a
surgeon's mask. When I found the yellow- stained pouch I was looking for, I
took a big whiff. Like a dog sniffing its master, I knew the familiar
sweat-and-ammonia smells belonged to Donny.

Pretty soon I was on my back atop a rusty old bench press, sniffing Donny's
jock then Javier's, breathing in the raunchy crotch smells, rubbing my face
in the stained cotton pouches. I knew it was chancy to carry on like that,
but I was too horny to behave.

Javier has no reason to go into the laundry room, I thought. That's when
the door behind me opened. A wadded up jersey flew through the air and
landed on the concrete, just short of the laundry cart. Had Javier not
missed the bin, he would have never seen me looking at him upside down on
the bench press. But Javier did miss the target and when he made a U-turn
to pick up the jersey he noticed me. There I was with my gym shorts around
my ankles and a jockstrap draped over my nose.

"What the fuck?" It took a few seconds for all the gears in Javier's
crankcase to mesh together.  He looked at my hard-on. He looked at the
jockstraps. "Hey, that's my jockstrap." He must have recognized his mom's
needlework.

"Uh, sorry," I said. I pulled up my shorts to hide my boner and lamely
offered him his own jockstrap that I was using to commit unspeakable
homosexual acts.

Javier didn't seem to want it back, but he snatched it anyway. "Get rid of
that smelly thing," he said. Like a jump-hook in basketball, Javier tossed
the jockstrap and it fluttered into the laundry bin. Now he decides to make
the basket, I thought.

I said, "Javier, I know this looks pretty bad, but..." Uncomfortable
seconds passed. I could think of no lie to bail me out. Anyway, it's pretty
hard to deny that you're hot for a boy when you're caught sniffing his
underwear.

Finally Javier spoke up. "Do you want to suck my dick?" There was
hesitation in his voice, but also desire. By the way he asked, you could
tell that he wanted it.

A minute later I'm back where I started--face-up on the bench
press. This time Javier's family jewels are dangling above me.

"I heard that you sucked off Donny, but I thought it was just a rumor," he
said.

"Yeah, but don't tell Donny I told you. He said he'd kick my ass if I told
anybody." I focused on his huevos swinging overhead.

"Don't worry about Donny. You take care of me and I'll take care of you."
Javier flexed his knees like he was doing a squat and guided his meaty cock
into my mouth. It was thick and swelling, the pink head peeking out of its
hood.

"Yeah, Billy. That feels good." Javier eased himself down until his weighty
balls touched my forehead.

"You're doing great." Javier stroked my hair with both hands, using his
fingers like a comb. His touch was urgent but gentle. He gripped my skull
and I could feel his callused palms massaging my scalp as he coaxed me to
take more. Muscle stud that he was, Javier pumped and flexed in positions
that only a varsity wrestler could attempt. My throat got a full workout.

With my head hanging over the end of the press, my gag reflex took over
when Javier drove all seven inches of thick cock into my mouth.

"Are you okay?" asked Javier as he stood up and his dick slipped out of my
mouth.

"I'm fine," I said. I sat up and rubbed the kink in my neck. "You're such a
stud."

"You give awesome blowjobs, dude."

"Thanks." I looked at his stiff dick pointing at my lap.

"Can you suck it some more?" Javier swung a leg onto the bench.

"You don't know how many times I've dreamed about doing this." I took his
low-hanging balls in hand licked the dark brown sac. It tasted of teen
sweat.

I touched the tight abs above his hairline. There was no hiding my
admiration of his beautiful physique. "You have a great body."

"Do you really think so?" Apparently Javier didn't realize how hot he was.

"Really. And you have a huge dick. It's really nice." My lips closed around
the head of Javier's cock.

"That feels so good." Javier massaged the back of my neck. He took his foot
off the bench and planted himself solidly in front of me. His body swayed
with the rhythm of the blowjob. His hands drifted down to my shoulders and
his touch sent currents of lust throughout my body. I moaned with pleasure,
sucked passionately, with an overwhelming desire to please Javier.

"You're going to make me bust a nut." He gripped my head with both hands. I
was sitting, bending over to pleasure Javier with my mouth, locked in his
vice-like grip and wanting it. His fingers curled around my hair.

"Where do you want it?" asked Javier. "In your mouth?" I nodded, my tongue
dancing around his dickhead.

There was a sudden jerk and a spray of cum coated my mouth. Javier milked
his dick and the cum kept spurting into me. I swallowed everything he gave
me.

Javier wiped his hands on Donny's jockstrap that still hung around my neck.
He has a satisfied smile on his face. "Do you want to cum, too? I could
give you a hand job."

I shook my head no. "Thanks for asking."

Javier shrugged his shoulders. "Your mouth is fuckin' hot. Thanks, dude."

"It was my pleasure," I said. "That load was amazing. I've never seen so
much cum pour out of a guy's dick at one time."

"Really?"

"Really. You are a STUD."

"All right, then." Javier paused, basking in his studliness. "You know, you
are an awesome cocksucker." Thinking he may have offended me by calling me
a cocksucker, he quickly added, "Sorry dude. I didn't mean to put you
down."

"It's not a put-down coming from you, stud."

"Maybe we can do this again sometime," said Javier. He pulled up his shorts
and started for the door.

"I'll write down my phone number and put it in your locker."

"Cool. See you tomorrow at practice. Javier casually walked out the door
with a little extra bounce in his step and a satisfied grin on his face.