San Francisco
Part 14

"I tell you what," I said as I helped Spencer with the dishes, "I've got an ambition now. I didn't have one before."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I wanna be like you."

"How so?"

"I'm gonna go to college and study something. Dunno what yet, but I wanna make something of myself. And I wanna have a house like this one, near the beach. It's cool living with my folks and bro, but it'd be really neat to have my own house one day. Do you miss living with your folks?"

"I love my folks. They're the best, and I see them often. But I guess a guy needs his own space sooner or later."

"You dunno what you wanna do at college?" Willie asked as he stacked the plates in the dishwasher.

"Maybe sport. I think I'd like to be a PE teacher or a swim coach or whatever. I don't wanna be a suit, that's for sure. Jeez! Can you imagine me in a suit? No way, man."

"You look much better without one, Daniel... 'cept for your birthday suit."

"Thanks. So do you guys. So what happens now?"

Spencer turned on the dishwasher, then got three more Coronas from the fridge. "You're the guest. What would you like to do?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Willie said he wanted to blow me, and I'm not gonna say no. You still interested, Willie?"

"Nah... changed my mind."

"Yeah, right. Don't gimme that bullshit!" I dropped my shorts to the floor, then twirled my semi as I gave him a Cheshire cat grin. "It's all yours, dude. There's a truckload of genuine Daniel juice just itching to explode down your throat."

Willie placed his bottle of Corona on the kitchen bench, and asked me if he could check out my cock as he knelt on the floor in front of me.

"Check it out? Whaddaya mean check it out?"

"I just wanna look at it for a while."

"Look at it? What's there to look at? It's a cock, dammit... same as any other cock."

"No it's not," he smiled as he gave the sculpted head of my teen meat a little kiss on the knob. "It's delicious."

"So was the barbecued steak, but you didn't spend the whole fucking night looking at it. You gonna blow me or what?"

"Are you telling me that you've never wanted to just admire a cock up close?"

"Never! Well, hardly ever. OK. Yeah... I have. But that was Greg's cock, and his is totally awesome, just like the rest of him."

"Did he get mad at you?"

"Yeah," I laughed, and caused my semi to bounce as Willie's nose was drinking in the aroma of my blonde crotch. "He thought I was crazy. He couldn't understand why anybody would wanna admire a cock."

"So what did you say?"

"I told him to shuddup."

"Cool. So shuddup."

I hadn't realized that Spencer had left the kitchen until I heard the sound of the grand piano in the next room. "What's he playing?"

"Valse des fleurs. Nutcracker."

"Nutcracker? Fucking hell! What's that supposed to mean?"

Willie planted his ass on the kitchen floor until his giggling had subsided. "Don't worry, Daniel. Your nuts are safe with me. They're beautiful nuts, by the way."

"They are? Seems funny checking out a dude's nuts and sniffing his crotch while classical music's being played. Kinda sacrilegious or whatever."

Willie buried his nose amongst my jewels and allowed my nads and boner to bounce around on his face. "I'm sure Tchaikovsky won't mind." Then his raised hands found my pecs and began to massage them, while my fingers fondled his hair.

"Who's he?"

"He's playing the piano in the next room. You have such a desirable body, Daniel. It's just so damn perfect."

"Yeah, right. So how come I'm not six feet tall like Spencer?"

"And you smell so damn sexy." Willie took a deep breath of air through his nose, then exhaled. "Mmmm! You must drive your buds crazy."

"You're the one who's driving me crazy, dammit!"

"Relax... enjoy the music. You wanna turn around for a second?"

I did as Willie asked, then felt his hands spreading my globes before his hot, wet tongue began to do a little investigating. "Mmmm! That feels totally awesome!" Naturally, I didn't get a response, but I was beginning to enjoy Willie's attention in combination with the music as Spencer's beautiful playing wafted throughout the beach house like a relaxing summer breeze.

Suddenly, I realized that Willie had moved away. Then he positioned a chair next to me and asked me to place one foot on it. "What for?"

"Just do it."

After kissing my foot a couple of times, and telling me how sexy it was, he squatted on the floor below me, tilted his head back, and began to alternate between licking my asshole and nads, and sucking my boner. Meantime, his hands were busy gliding up and down my tanned legs. So what was I supposed to be doing?

"Willie?"

"What?"

"Are you gonna blow me soon? My balls are aching big fucking time."

"Soon."

"How soon?"

"Soon."

"Why don't I get Spencer to come in here? You can blow me while he tongues my rosebud and balls."

"So who's gonna play the Steinway? Besides, I want it all. Yum!"

"BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?"

"Shuddup."

I leaned forward a little so that I could see Willie's face, which was mostly obscured by my bouncing family jewels. He sure was having a good time down there ... licking, sucking, kissing, probing, fondling, whatever. But then I heard the alarm bells. "Willie! I'm getting close!"

"To what? Oh! Jeez! Hold on!"

Willie scrambled into position in front of me, then took my whole pulsating, seven inches into his mouth. At the same time, he used one hand to massage my juice-filled nads, and the other to ram a finger up my twitching hole. Whoa! That made me jump! Woohoo!

Was Spencer psychic? Suddenly, the tempo and volume of the music increased, building to a crescendo. And as the maestro's expert fingers swarmed over the piano keys like a mini plague of starving locusts, I was gripping Willie's head as though my very life depended on it.

"Oh! Jeeeeeeez! I'mcumminI'mcumminI'mcumminI'mcummin! Aaagggghhhh!!!! I'mcumminI'mcummin!"

Willie's magic tongue was working overtime, turning my exploding cockhead into a raging jangle of electrified nerve-endings, while my ass muscles were squeezing the fuck outa his finger with each eruption of juice. My grip on his head automatically increased as my knees sagged. Everything was a blur. My mind was swimming in a haze of erotic bliss. All I could do was ram my feral throbber as far down Willie's throat as possible, and groan like some hungry lion.

After Willie had finished licking my boner clean, I lifted my shorts with my big toe and flicked them into the air, where I caught them and draped them over my shoulder. Then I grabbed my Corona off the bench and walked into the living room where Spencer was still tickling the ivories. I noticed Bugsy spreadeagled and half asleep on the floor, and wondered why he hadn't become curious about what had been going on in the kitchen. Maybe he was addicted to Spencer's music. Or maybe he'd seen it all before. Ho hum. Silly humans playing their dumb games again.

"You gonna leave your shorts on?" I asked Willie as he sat beside me on the couch and took a sip of his beer.

Without speaking, Willie stood, dropped his shorts, gave me a quick brown-eye, then sat down again. "Like what you saw?"

"Maybe," I shrugged, then couldn't resist giggling. Actually, his rosebud was a pretty tempting piece of anatomy.

"You practically asphyxiated me out there, y'know... not to mention drowning. You're one helluva aggro mother, Daniel."

"You should talk! I swallowed two cocks today... all at once!"

"Yeah... so you did," he said with a chuckle. "Hey, that was pretty damn awesome, buddy."

"What was? Me blowing you or you blowing me?"

"Both."

"What were you thinking when you were looking at my dick... y'know... before you blew me?"

Willie paused a moment to take another sip of his beer, then studied the bottle for a while as though he'd never seen a Corona label before. "I know it sounds crazy, Daniel, but there's something very beautiful about your cock."

"You know that's not true, Willie. It's just a cock. You've got one too, y'know. And so has Spencer."

"I know," he said thoughtfully as he continued to study the bottle of Corona. "Don't ask me what it all means 'cause I don't understand it myself." Then after a pause, he looked at me and said, "Hey! Then again, maybe I do!"

"Huh?"

"Well, you've got a face, right? And so have I. But what happens when we look at our own faces in a mirror? Nothing, right? It doesn't turn us on. But when I look at Spencer's face, or your face... are you with me?"

"Dicks are like faces?"

"No two are identical, bro. That's why they're really interesting when you see them up close. And they respond. It's like they're telling you that they approve of what you're doing. Faces smile, dicks get hard. Correct?"

"You like my dick better than my face?"

"No," he cracked, then took another swig of beer. "You've got a killer face, Daniel. Awesome. But you've also got a killer dick. When I was down there, rubbing my face around your crotch -- which smells totally wicked, I might add -- so damn sexy! -- it was like you had some kinda power over me. And I was enjoying your power. Reveling in it. I was enjoying your masculinity and your tight, muscular bod. But I also had power over you. My tongue, my lips, my hands, were sending you somewhere very special. And I knew it. I could sense it. Everytime I licked your balls or your tasty rosebud, I knew that I was in control of your sensations. I knew that I was giving you a helluva good time. I could hear you moaning with pleasure. But it was more than that. Your hardon was telling me that it wanted more. The harder it got, the more it begged. Y'know? It's a really special feeling... a kinda special communication."

"You were thinking all that?"

"Yeah, I was. Does that surprise you?"

"No. It doesn't surprise me. My buds do the same kinda thing to me, and I do it to them. But I don't think I'll ever understand why, exactly."

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