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Booty Call

By Jack Crellin horny676757@hotmail.co.uk

It was the call that I’d been waiting for, not as long as I thought I might, obviously both circumstance and feeling worked to my advantage. I stood outside the door; my finger shaking as I nervously rang the doorbell, just one quick push. It sounded through the house, as loud as a horn, or so I thought, attracting people’s attention to me. I was nervously looking around, and so I didn’t notice when he opened the door, stepped forward and said, ‘So are you coming in then, or are you going to stand on my doorstep making me cold?’

I looked at him instantly, and my jaw dropped, he stood there in front of me, dripping from a shower, wearing just a small thin white towel, made of some sort of white linen, not warming, but highly absorbent. It had obviously become saturated however as it clung tightly to his hips, legs and penis, plastering the latter against his thigh, in a state which I presumed was semi-erect and very large.

I stammered a reply that I’m certain was, ‘Yes’, but I don’t really remember. I stepped across the threshold of the door, and he slammed it shut behind me. The warmth hit me instantly, the house was heated like a greenhouse, and I felt sweet beads beginning to form, instantly, upon my head, too warm for my early spring clothing, probably the way he wanted it, get it over fast so that I was gone, job done, and time ahead of him.
He smiled at me, making his shimmering, azure blue eyes sparkle, before he pointed up the stairs in a slow and purposeful gesture, designed to show me as much of his glistening wet body as possible. A nod accompanied the gesture, flexing even more of his body, reflecting the midday light in all directions. I gave him a quizzical look, wanting to know how long we’d have before his parents or family returned, he smiled a second time, and then said, ‘We’ve got all day, don’t worry, they’ve gone away for the weekend, won’t be back until tomorrow night.’

With that he turned and leapt up the stairs, three-at-a-time. Halfway up he threw his hand in the air with a jubilant whoop, and the saturated towel dropped to the floor, exposing his toned butt cheeks as he leapt the last few stairs. When he reached the top he rounded onto the landing, positioned himself so that his penis would be concealed and let his head fall to his right shoulder, ‘You coming then?’ he enquired, slipping away into what I presumed was his bedroom.

I tore up the stairs, even faster than he had, adroitly jumping over the towel, I landed on the balcony with an unceremonious thump, before running through the bedroom door. I found myself in a lusciously carpeted room; the walls were an off-white shade of cream for the upper half, a pale shade of blue for the lower. They had a few posters on them, various bands, women etc. a mirror and calendar accompanied them, along with a double bed pushed against the wall and made with pale covers that mystically matched the room. A dresser and wardrobe were against another wall while the fourth sported a large window with a large wooden desk placed underneath, a stylish computer resting on one side, pens, pencils and papers on the other.

These were not my main points of interest, instead it were him, my speedy mounting of the stairs had caught me up with him, and he was barely inside the room as I burst in. Thinking on my feet I grabbed his still damp shoulders and pushed him against the shutting door before I dropped down and began to suck on his nipples. He let out a moan as his hands flew out and grabbed the doorframes, his penis springing up and hitting my slightly bent knee.

After a few moments of making him moan I dropped lower, trailing my tongue down the small amounts of hair leading to his navel. I stuck my tongue into it and began to gently tease it as he wriggled his hips in my grasp. Knowing that I could tease him only for a few more seconds before he put his foot down I dropped fully to my knees and took his testicles in my mouth, gently sucking and caressing their smooth, wrinkled skin. Another of his moans rebounded around the room, shuddering his body from head to curling toes.

Gently I moved my tongue up from his testicles to his now rock hard penis, caressing the tube that ran underneath, before clamping my mouth around the shaft and working my way up its grand length. When I reached the end I found a small amount of foreskin bunched up, framing a large amount of salty-sweet precum that I drank deeply before taking it’s head wholly in my mouth. Once again his body spasmed but this time I heard him trying to draw breath that would allow him to moan and show the pleasure that was travelling all through him. The jump that his erect penis made told me all that anyway, and I simply continued.
I slowly moved my head down the shaft, it spread my lips wide, as my tongue explored every knobble and hair, gradually taking it all in, trying desperately to keep on track despite the erratic movements of his penis.

ventually the head reached the back of my mouth, almost gagging me as I realised that I had nearly two more inches to go to reach the base of the shaft. I slowly retracted, caressing every part of it on my return, vowing to gradually edge further and further down the penis until I reached the base.

The second and third times I did not get any further, but on the fourth pass down I managed to open my throat taking another inch and half into my mouth, his pubic hairs brushing against my nose as I reached my terminus. Now I began to rhythmically move up and down, slowly at first, allowing him to become acquainted to the situation so as not to push him over the edge too quickly, in less than a minute his ragged breathing had become stable if still shallow, and he was using it all to unleash powerful moans in whatever direction his head was facing at the time.

I removed a hand from his hip, hoping one could now keep him stable, and unzipped my fly, releasing my painfully erect penis. I began stroking it in time with my now accelerating my forays down his penis until both were moving at a rapid pace. The sound of his breathing and the further expanding of his cock told me that he was nearing orgasm, much as my own was.

I pulled my head back, working now on only the first three inches, my tongue encircling the head, my own hands beat faster and faster, my tongue was stalled for a second as I orgasmed, sending jets of cum over his carpet, causing them to hit the door, my own moans were the catalyst for his own orgasm. His let out a deep growl as his whole body shuddered and months of celibacy unleashed themselves into my mouth, filling it in the first two spurts. The next two half choked me, the other half dribbled down my chin as I desperately tried to swallow all of the warm, salty cum that was being released from his testicles.

A few seconds later and it was all over, his knees collapsed from under him, and I was forced to momentarily hold him up. Then I stood and panted, ‘Sorry about the mess, you can deal with it right? You know how to reach me next time you want to.’

I called him, on my home phone just to throw him off, ‘Hey!’ I chimed down the phone, ‘Fancy eating some cock?’ I could hear him stuttering, trying to find the words to respond, ‘Yeah, sure.’ He replied. ‘Good, you know where I live, see you in thirty!’ and with that I hung up. My family were on holiday this weekend so it was the perfect time, I was sick of jacking myself off, and as the opportunity had presented itself a few weeks ago I thought I may as well use it.

I made sure that the heating was on, I didn’t want to get cold, not today. Then I went and retrieved the towel that I had bought, thin linen, designed to absorb water, but become transparent and clingy, perfect for enticing him. I waited twenty minutes and then took a steamy shower, something to get me nice and glistening, something more to turn him on with.

I heard the doorbell ring and grabbed the towel, I wrapped it tightly around my cock, making sure to pin its growing shaft against my body, and made sure that the towel was just damp enough. Then I leapt downstairs and opened the door. He was looking around nervously, ‘So are you coming in then, or are you going to stand on my doorstep making me cold?’ I asked, watching as his head snapped to me, his jaw dropping slightly as he saw me standing before him. He stammered, ‘Yes’ and walked through the door, zombie-like, his eyes transfixed on my crotch, boy this guy was horny with a capital ‘h’!

I smiled at him, and slowly pointed up the stairs, making sure that my muscles and tendons all stretched to their full in the process, I nodded up the stairs, and was about to start up them when he looked at me inquisitively, he wanted to know how long we’d be alone! ‘We’ve got all day, don’t worry, they’ve gone away for the weekend, won’t be back until tomorrow night.’ I said, not sure if we’d need or want that time, but also knowing that I actually quite liked him, and just using him for a blow-job wasn’t exactly nice.

Without another second wasted, as my cock was nearing full hardness, I bounded up the stairs, throwing my arms up and giving a whoop, a gesture entirely designed to throw my towel to the floor. I reached the top as the towel touched the middle stair and pressed my nearly fully erect cock against the banister rail. I turned my head to rest on my right shoulder, and asked him a deliberately provocative question, ‘You coming then?’ before striding into my bedroom.

I had barely entered the room before I heard him land at the top of the stairs with a bang. Almost instantly my door was pushed open and he burst in, grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me roughly against the door. The next part is partially a blur, but I do know that my throat was raw from the groans, and I was short of breath. He began to suck on my nipples, my cock springing to full mast, striking his knee painfully.

He teased me for what seemed hours, eventually moving down my chest, and finally sucking on my balls. My toes curled as a reflex response, and I was forced to grab the doorframe to stop myself from grabbing my cock and jacking it myself off right now. Then he started on my cock, firstly just his tongue playing up the underside, then his lips gathering up my foreskin and the precum that was oozing from my cock.

He began to suck on my cock head, before slowly and teasingly moving down my cock, he did this three times, each time running my entire penis over with his tongue. The fourth time he took my cock’s head into his throat and drove his face into my pubes. He spent a minute slowly moving up and down allowing me to calm down my cock before he started to move faster. At this point he got his own cock out and began to pump it in time with mine, speeding up. The entire experience pushed me to my edge, but before I could gather the breath to warn him his own cock blasted cum across the carpet and into the door.

The incident caused me to lose control, my own cock pumping copious amounts of cum into him until they were dribbling down his chin and gagging him. I only remained standing because he caught hold of me as I sank down, my knees as pleased as I was. He stood up a few seconds later, panting with pleasure, and said ‘Sorry about the mess, you can deal with it right? You know how to reach me next time you want to.’

He paused, standing in front of the door, catching his breath, his naked, wet, glistening body seeming like angelic perfection to my post orgasm eyes. He looked deep into my eyes, his own gleaming a brighter shad of blue and drawing me in deeper. ‘You can’t, stay.’ He said.

He grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me over to his bed. He stripped my clothes from me and laid me down on it, he lay next to me, facing me. His body was slightly curled as he moved a little closer to me, his right hand reaching out and gently brushing my hair, the other running over my body. ‘Don’t go, you’re a really great guy, and I’m sorry that I was just going to use you. Please forgive me, lie here with me forever, talk to me, tell me about you. Just be with me.’ He said, I looked at him with suspicion, but the deep, pleading look in his eyes seemed to tell me that he was telling the truth.

Conscious of my own naked body I pulled myself closer to him, wrapping my arms around his still damp chest, my legs intertwining with his. He kissed me, his tongue gently brushing past my lips, tasting his own cum in my mouth, exploring it as I had his penis. I returned the gesture, the kiss lasted for minutes, before sleep overwhelmed us both, we drifted off, tongues and bodies, if not yet minds, entwined.

I paused, thinking, catching my breath. Did I want him to go? This boy was obviously so enamoured with me he was prepared to suck me, let me fuck him and just go. Could I let him? Did I want to let him go? Did I want to let him go? Yes, he’s just sex until I can find someone better. No, he is someone better. Yes, don’t complicate things, you’re too young. No, he’s a great chance at happiness.
‘You can’t, stay.’ I said, surprising myself a little.

I led him over to the bed and slowly stripped his clothes from him, struggling a little as I realised his sweet, self-conscious nature was showing through. I was patient with him, gently unclothing him before lying him down on the bed. I lay next to him, curling towards him, ‘Don’t go,’ I said, running my right hand through his soft hair, the other gently touching his body, showing him he had nothing to be ashamed or afraid about. ‘You’re a really great guy, and I’m sorry that I was just going to use you.’ I begged, ‘Please forgive me, lie here with me forever, talk to me, tell me about you. Just be with me.’

I realised just how much I wanted him too, I looked into his eyes, pleading with him to stay, wishing, hoping, praying. And he did, he moved closer to me, encircled me with his arms, allowed me to encircle him with my legs. Now I knew it was time. I moved in and gently kissed him, my tongue pushing through his lips in a way I never thought it would.

I explored his mouth, as gently as he had my cock. I tasted my first cum, my own cum rather than his. He returned the kiss, as tentative and gentle as I was. We held it for an eternity, before gently drifting off to sleep. I felt connected to him, physically, mentally, spiritually. A thing had become a person, a very important person.

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