A gay story: A New Dream Ch. 03 Danny’s POV:
“Fu-u-u-u-u-u-u-ck, baby!” Jake groaned as I slurped up and down his thick pole. My mouth was so full as I worked him in and out of my throat ALMOST all the way down and then ALMOST all the way off and back down while I sloppily jerked him off in circling motions with one hand.
My face, my hands and even my shirt were wet with spit and precum as I showed my boyfriend the most unhinged and slutty version of myself I had ever been.
I pulled off his beautiful spit-soaked monster with a pop to chuckle and give him a silent “shush” sign before going back down mouth-first on my favorite part of his body.
It was 3 AM and I was kneeling on the grass of my backyard right next to the back door to my house while Jake stood in front and above me as he leaned on the wall for support.
I was quite dizzy and happy from the drinking and the dancing we had just taken part of with our friends so that was probably why I was in no state to give the slightest fuck about looking prim and proper in front of Jake like I usually did, but I think I was mostly high off my boyfriend’s huge dick. The sight, the smell, the taste — it was all so intoxicating.
And addicting.
All 9 thick inches of him were mine and I was trying to swallow them all while I furiously jerked my precum-soaked dick from out of the open fly of my jeans with my free hand.
Jake let out another long, low grunt of pleasure and bit his lip to try to be quiet as I took him down to his pubes and held it as I opened my eyes and looked deep into his.
The sight of his handsome face contorting in pleasure and his huge, muscular, hairy chest heaving as his abs flexed and relaxed, framed by his opened button-up shirt while he looked down and me, mouth fully stuffed by his huge, throbbing dick was almost too much for me so I retreated and went back to sloppily slurping up and down his shaft while my eyes rolled back in pure extasy.
Suddenly, I felt Jake’s hand at the back of my head and he fisted my hair while his breath hitched up and I figured he was about to cum, so I pulled my mouth off his dick with a pop again and started furiously jerking him off.
“Come on, babe,” I urged him in a horny whisper, “cum on my face.”
“God, Danny!” he whisper-shouted, clearly surprised by my new horny attitude. “Fuck, yes!”
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out while I brought my other hand up to jerk him off double-handed and stared up into his green eyes with what I hoped was a sexy look.
“Shit!” Jake whispered again while he held onto the wall with one hand and tightened his grip on my hair with the other. “I’m cumming, baby. Do you wan it? You want my cum?”
I moaned and nodded firmly, never breaking eye contact or slowing down with my hands on his dick.
“Cover me in your cum, babe,” I moaned and stuck my tongue out again.
Jake’s only response was a series of long grunts he wasn’t able to keep down very well as the floodgates burst open and he began hosing me down in long, thick ropes of his cum.
As the first rope hit me square in between the eyes, I quickly closed them and moaned in horny, slutty pleasure as he began coating my face and mouth with his warm, tasty load.
Some of it hit my cheekbones, some of it hit my forehead, some of it ran down my nose, but most of it I aimed it down at my mouth and quickly latched on to his dickhead since I was still holding on with both hands.
“Fuck!” Jake whispered again when I began sucking off every last drop of his delicious cum off his dick and into my mouth, savoring his taste as I took a hand back down to my steel-hard dick that was screaming for release.
Seeing this, Jake grunted and quickly but gently lifted me up onto my feet by my underarms and started kissing me passionately as he grabbed my dick onto the big, manly palm of his hand.
I fucking loved how easily my strong, sexy boyfriend could man-handle me so effortlessly.
I was moaning like a horny idiot when he pulled off my lips and started licking his own cum off my face while he jerked my own thick 7 inches in his hand and I lost it.
As I shot off what felt like a well-earned load, I couldn’t help but moan very loudly, so Jake brought his free hand up and shoved three of his thick fingers into my mouth to shut me up, which I naturally started sucking on while I moaned just slightly more quietly.
I felt like I was deflating as I emptied what felt like a week’s worth of cum into his hand and onto the grass below us, and as soon as I was done, Jake immediately went back into loving-nurturing-boyfriend-mode and held me in his arms while our crumpled-up pants lay at our feet and my spit-and-cum-soaked shirt stuck to his sweaty, heaving chest.
“Fucking Christ, Danny, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!” he whispered into my ear as he held me. “What’s gotten into you?”
“You,” I replied contentedly — and honestly. “I just love how free you make me feel. And I love this side of me you bring out that I never knew I had.”
Jake chuckled. “I can’t believe how you make me go from cumming on your face to holding you and then making me want to cry. You’re goddam perfection, Danny.”
I buried my face in his hot, sweaty chest as I blushed with a smile.
* * *
5 minutes later we had put our clothes back on but I took my underwear off and used it to wipe my face clean as Jake buttoned his shirt back up.
“Alright, angel,” he said as he approached me an held me by the waist. “I gotta go home.”
We kissed tenderly, barely brushing our tongues together, but I realized as I began sobering up that I wasn’t the only one with alcohol breath.
“Babe, are you drunk?” I asked, a little panicked.
Jake snorted out a laugh and gave me a confused smile. “Yeeees…” he slowly said, raising an eyebrow at me. “We were drinking together.”
“But you were driving!” I retorted, confused. Jake was very responsible, not only with himself and our friends but with me especially. It made no sense to me he would’ve driven us all the way from the lake to my house if he’d been drinking.
He just laughed and hugged me.
“God, baby, you are so out of it,” he said as he laughed. “Nora drove us here in my car. I’ll pick it up at her house tomorrow.”
“Oh,” I simply said, suddenly remembering furiously making out with him on the drive here while someone else was driving. “Right.”
How embarrassing.
Well, that was something for sober me to worry about the next day.
“How are you getting home, then?” I asked, worried he would want to walk home alone and drunk in the middle of the night.
“I’ll walk,” he said, confirming my fear. “It’s only 5 blocks.”
“No, you’re not,” I said, flatly. “You’re staying here. You can go home tomorrow. I don’t want you to walk there alone so late.”
“Danny, no,” he argued. “Your parents will freak if they find out I stayed over. I need to go home.”
We went back and forth for a few minutes, having completely forgotten we needed to be quiet, until my phone pinged in my pocket with a text notification.
Jake and I both froze at the sound, confused as to who could possibly be texting me this late.