It was intense, even more so knowing that our friends were right inside and could come out at any moment. We were hidden from the door but not far enough away that we’d be able to react if we heard it. John thrusted and I sucked, no longer needing to move my head. It wasn’t long at all before his grip tightened and he pushed harder into my mouth and invaded my throat, thrusting deeper with more force. I was elated because I knew what was coming.
Just when I felt him getting ready to erupt, I pulled my head back enough to get his tip fully into my mouth. Once there, I stroked and sucked, anxious for what I knew was coming. The teasing and building served to do two things. He was much quicker to reach climax, and he came buckets. Fortunately, I was ready for it because his cock flooded my mouth when it blasted its creamy release. I gulped as fast as I could, happy I was able to take everything down, loving every ounce that made its way across my tongue and down to my stomach.
It wasn’t any more cum than I’d seen from my own cock before, but at the time it seemed like he was coming forever. When I finally took his softening member from my mouth, satisfied that I had drained everything I could, I was panting, out of breath, and content.
“That was delicious!”
“Oh my god. I needed that so bad. You were killing me in the kitchen.”
While he got himself situated again, I took a quick peek under the grill lid. “Dude. I don’t even think we’re halfway there yet.”
“Yea, that wasn’t exactly the longest I’ve lasted.”
“Whatever are we going to do with the time?”
He smiled, “Good question.”
“Okay, you think about it for a minute. I’m going to go grab some snacks. Be right back.”
“I’ll try.”
I grabbed some fruit and the largely ignored veggie tray, with dip of course. The other guys were still engrossed in the game, so I gave them a quick update. “Probably another 15 minutes or so.” Then, I walked back outside.
“Got a few options. I’ll just put them over here.” I laid them out on the bar cart that was over next to the wall. “Help yourself.”
“I gotta pee first.”
“What a coincidence. I’m thirsty. No need to go back inside.”
I assumed the position again, that time not reaching for his pants, leaving it for him instead. “Ready when you are.”
“If you insist. Hopefully nobody comes out.” He unzipped and started to pull himself out.
“Yeah, it might be a little awkward to get caught with that delicious meat in my mouth. I’m sure you can get it done though.”
He had his penis in his hand by then. “Okay, here you go.”
I already had my mouth open, so he walked forward and dropped the tip into my mouth. There was a slight pause before the first trickle hit my tongue. Clearly, he was getting a little more comfortable, so stage fright was becoming less of an issue.
There wasn’t a lot that time, much less than in the kitchen earlier in the evening since it hadn’t been that long, so it wasn’t difficult to swallow it down at all. The timing worked out great because just as I was stepping away toward the snacks, Mark came through the door. “How’s it coming? Need anything prepped for when the meat is ready?”
“It’s getting pretty close. Can you get the buns out and grab whatever condiments from the fridge. The plates are already on the counter.”
He grabbed a few carrots and turned back toward the door. “Will do.”
“Thanks man.”
After the door closed, I went to grab some more watermelon and John took advantage of the moment to sneak up behind me. Before I noticed he was there, his hands cupped my ass. “That was close, wasn’t it?”
“Mmmm.” I leaned back into him, and he licked the side of my neck, “Yes it was, almost too close.”
I was in a steady state of arousal at that point, so I reached behind me to rub his cock through his pants again. I was a bit surprised to find that, even after the very recent release, it was still not fully soft. I didn’t know if it was normal for him, but I’ve always had a bit of time after an orgasm where I was about as limp and shrunken as you could get.
He was a little startled by the sudden touch, but probably not really surprised. “Wow. You just can’t get enough can you.”
“Not even close. Clearly, you can’t either.”
He pushed forward into my hand. “You could say that.”
Like earlier in the office, I turned around, dropped into a squat, and quickly whipped him back out before diving back onto his mostly soft cock. I sucked him fully into my mouth and did my best to get him worked up before pulling off and stuffing him back into his pants. “Yep, I still need more.”
“Damn, this is going to be a long night.”
“I sure hope so!” We seemed to be on the same page.
I spent the rest of the game doing my best to get my hand into John’s pants as often as possible, even managing to get his penis pulled out and into my mouth for short stints. They weren’t long, but it was enough to clean the head of any precum that was coating it and to get him at least semi-hard, and oh so sexually pent up and frustrated.
After the game we all went to hangout in the backyard. It was a great night, so we figured we’d take advantage.
Except for John, the guys got up, grabbed their dishes and empty beers before heading inside. Mike spoke for the group. “We’ll drop this in the kitchen then, I don’t know about these guys, but really I gotta pee.”
They all nodded in assent and then walked away.
As soon as they were all back inside, I went for it. I got John in a position where he could see inside, and we would be able to have enough time to get recomposed if necessary. The only problem is that my lower legs would be visible for a short time until we finished scrambling. I knew it was a risk, but I just couldn’t resist giving it a try, not to mention the fact that it really added to the excitement.
Once again, as soon as the waistband of his underwear passed his tip, it sprung out at full mast. His juicy head was glistening with pre-cum and it was ready for action. I didn’t waste any time getting him not only into my mouth but buried in my throat. I knew our time was limited and I was determined to get another creamy load before I had to stop.
Once I swallowed his cock I went to work, and quickly John did as well. I was sucking and swallowing, and he started thrusting and doing his best to fuck my throat. It seems strange to say, but I was in heaven having John pumping his thick cock across my tongue and into my tight throat. I did my best to squeeze his steely rod by swallowing over and over.
It felt like it was working, and based on the moans that he was doing his best to stifle, it seemed that I was right. It didn’t take long until I could feel him getting ready to cum. I was thrilled knowing that I was about to swallow my second load of the night right there in my backyard.
John pumped hard and all I could do was grip his ass and do my best to help his movements, pulling him into me as he thrusted, relaxing as he pulled back. It wasn’t until I knew he was going to blast that I did my best to hold him still with his cock in my mouth and no longer in my throat.