Chapter 3-"Cally's Move: An Erotic Novel In Progress

Cally moved my lifted and moved my legs slowly toward him. He let them rest on his lap as I lay back.

“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just getting you to relax.”
“That feels good.” I was getting turned on by him touching the bottom of my legs, letting his agile fingers rub up and down beneath them. At times he’d stop, let his fingers slip beneath the hem of my shorts and just pick that small area, enclosed by the fabric.

He ran his hands around that area over and over again and it somehow got me going. His hands were strong, yet gentle. Hell, it didn't t matter, I liked the firmness of his touch, the way the tips of his fingers sent a pleasing chill through me. He stopped, looked at me. He knew I was hard. I took my leg, brought it up
around his crotch and gently moved my foot across his crotch. I loved the feel of my heel as it slid across the head of his dick.

“Wait a minute.” he said, , releasing my leg and abruptly moving from the couch. He went to the windows and drew the blinds. In the midst of my anguish over my friends death and his come on play, I had completely forgotten about the drapes. He hadn’t. Cally liked what we did too much for it to be ruined by some unforeseen voyeur.
“ Nervous?” I teased him.
“What/” he asked, surprised.
“Wouldn’t it be nice for them to look in here and see us going at it?”
“Right,” he answered, “ why not invite my mom and dad?”
“We don’t have to go that far.” I smiled, “just a few neighbors.”

Cally smiled. He knew I wasn't serious but the more I thought about it, I realized that I might be serious. I’d always had that bit of voyeurism in the back of my mind, although I had seldom acted on it, save those back rooms in sleazy bars, where i had willingly dropped my drawers at the hands of some dude who wanted to give me a makeover.

“What about you buddies, Nathan and Jason?” I asked. “You ever gonna turn them on to us.”
“Why?” Cally seemed a little agitated at the suggestion. I don’t know if he was into the threesome idea as much as me or if he was just pretending not to be. I’d seen him in some pretty damn alluring positions with those two, harmless, yeah, nevertheless. enough to have me salivate when the three of them were together, doing their boy play or wrestling, which they did all too often.

Cally had come back over to me, slid beneath my legs and then once again rested my legs on his lap. This had obviously distracted him. He wasn’t as hard. I began to rub my heel over his slack bulge in his pant once again.”

“You never mentioned that before?” he suggested.
“ I just thought, “ I paused, “ just that maybe if might be fun.”
“ I don’t think so.” he added,
“You ever fool around with them?”
“What?” Cally rolled his eyes, he seemed incredulous. I keep kneading his crotch with my heel, back and forth, resting on that big bulge which was coming back. I liked the feel of my heel on it as I attempted to feel the large head, penetrating through those wonderful loose shorts that young guys wear now.
"Just a suggestion," I added, “it’s not that important.” I could tell by the way he gave me that smug , slightly withdrawn smile, the way his lips curled inward, that I hadn’t been that much out of line. Maybe the timing wasn’t exactly right, but the mere suggestion of these three studs together had done something for him, even if it made him nervous.

There was something else there. Maybe, he was nervous because he might like it. That in itself was a signal to leave it alone for now and get on with our thing. besides, he was hard again and I knew what that met.
“ You ready?” he asked me, with that playful smirk.
“Oh yeah.” I replied. Who wouldn’t be ready for this stud.

He let my legs fall to the floor, needing to get out from under them. He stood before me as I lay there, prone on the couch. He motioned, pl;awfully gesturing me to him.
“Come to Daddy.” he offered

I didn’t need any more coaxing. I raised from my prone state, quickly adjusted myself to where he stood directly in front of me, and slowly pulled his shorts over the head of his dick. I had always enjoyed this part, savored the slow progression into the act. To be frank, I was also immensely turned on by the mere look of Cally’s groin.

It was beautiful, lush, covered with a thick mat of young guy bush. I liked to first take my tongue and let the tip of it wind its way through his pubes, gradually tasting the sweet yet slightly salty taste of his growth. I would always bring my nostrils up to his pubes, then bury my nose in his groin, smelling the delicious flavor of male. It drove me crazy and I knew that it was turning him on. His dick bobbed up and down slightly. He was real sensitive there.

He let his head fall back, enjoying the titillating feel as the moisture from my breath fell against his crotch. Sometime, I would take my teeth and gently pull at the hairs in his thick mat, letting them group from saliva and then slowly bring my lips to replace my teeth, feel the pubes as they slid easily between my lips. I loved the feelings of slightly wiry mesh as it slid between my lips.
Enough of that. I needed to get to the real thing.

I hadn’t touched Cally yet. No, I always kept my hands down around my side or fidgeting with my dick inside the tight constraints of my briefs. I knew that the precum would soon wet the inside but I didn’t care. it would dry, just like the left over nut of ny sexual experience. I liked the way that initial ooze felt , slippery as I ran it between my thumb and finger. My load was much thicker and a lot more messier so I wouldn’t do this, not unless a dude wanted to lick it off. then I’d willingly let him enjoy. but in my solo masturbation, it was just too messy

“Fucking do it” Cally extolled.

He was at that stage that I’d quickly learned, was his turning turning point. He didn’t want the play, at least not for a moment,. He wanted his dick taken care of. and I was ready to do it for him. I momentarily lost interest in my own arousal as I slipped my mouth around the thick ridge of his beautiful head and began to slowly let it fold into my mouth. I savored those first juices.

He stood before me, his shorts now at his ankles, his legs slightly buckling from the intensity of my play with his dick head. He moaned. I loved this about him, those soft, withdrawn ways he told me of his lust and the feelings I could bring on. He had closed his eyes for a moment and when i looked up he had opened them again and was looking down at me as I let my mouth slowly engulf the fullness of his cock.

“Suck my dick.” he forcefully threw the words at me. He would say them over and over during the course of me servicing his man thing
“Yeah, right there.” His eyes were on my every move. I could tell when he was watching me even when I had my head buried in his groan or his dick deep within my throat. I would always start out attempting to deep throat him and for the most part it was successful. naturally that would drive him crazy and he’d ask me for more.
“ Do it again.” He commanded. Cally was one of these semi-control freaks but I liked that in a guy.
“Go all the way down.” he took his hand and gently nudged my mouth further down his shaft ,but he wasn’t selfish. he didn’t try to gag me or make me keep it there. I did that on my own. It was only when iI needed to come up for air that I let go of that gorgeous hunk of stud meat.

I breathed quickly, sighed with pleasure and then started back again.
“That’s right.” He had gently grabbed both sides of my head as I began the delicious journey down and up his thick shaft. He was looking at me. I’ve come to understand that some guys love to look at you when you service them. I think it’s a dominance thing, but I like it also. It makes me feel subservient and that’s w hat I want when I’m sexing a dude. I want him in control.

Cally would willingly do so, having discovered early on my obeisance and the pure joy I received from doing as he asked. i didn’t mind. I took it all in, the commands, all of it. was a mighty fine moment. bent down in front of this stud and going at it.

I tucked my teeth in and started a slow deliberate move up and down Cally’s shaft. I could hear the satisfying moans escape him and the labored breath as I keep up the slow and delicate up and down motion. My lips covered my teeth and the only thing he could feel was the silky smoothness of my lips rolling over his cock.

I liked to take is slow, tease the guy, but more than that,, I had learned from guys and from my own experience, that taking it slow is sometimes more intense than going at a rapid pace up and down on a guy’s cock. It gives them time to enjoy the sensation longer, let’s the feeling explode form within them, while all the while building up a strong load. That’s what you want,, you want the dude to feel good about his release at the end. Some guys shoot more than others, but it doesn’t matter, it’s all good. The only thing I need to do is to savor the salty sweetness of a good nut. It drives me crazy. I want it all. and Cally never disappointed me.

I kept up my sucking, slowly then a little faster, but always at a pace that iI knew excited him. I could feel the veins tighten in his dick. This was a good sign that he was building up a good load down in those wonderful orbs that hung between his legs.

Sometimes, I’d momentarily stop sucking his dick just so, I could take each of them in my mouth, roll them around, witness the true beauty of a male. It was a whole sensory experience and my brain took in the full visuals as I worked his low hang with my tongue, catching the hairs which grew abundantly on those man lobes.

I smelled. Smelling was a big part of my sexual experience and I liked all types of smells, even the slightly ripe smell of a guy after a good workout or any physical activity. Cally always liked to come over and have sex after a workout. He was horny all the time. What a fantasy! to have a straight boy at your disposal for sex.

I took my tongue and slowly ran it around the rim of his head again before I engulfed his full head with my mouth, careful to only cover the head. I began to suck in and out while the inside of my mouth acted like a vacuum on the head of his deep purple head which was awe inspiring as I expertly flipped my tongue back and forth within my mouth.

“Ah...” Cally let out a sensual wail that wound its way through my inspired mindset and left me longing with anticipation. I was drawing this out and I knew this perfect guy before me, loved it that way. Yes, indeed, this was the tease. I had to build him up with these in-between moves to get that juice pumping up from his balls.

As I sucked on his head, my mouth airtight against that wonderful thick nodule, I grabbed his balls with my left hand. I pulled back just a bit,, not enough to go off balance but to the point where my mouth was sort of pulling at his head, engulfing it,,. This was a move I’d fashioned early on. It puts pressure on the head of a guy’s dick and allows for a perfect balance because your mouth and tongue feel light around the rim of his head . It forms an amazing suction that way.

For a moment, I fondled my cock as I teased him. My focus was so much on him, that getting off for me was a secondary. that could come later. My balls were tight and full. As I played with them. all the while keeping at Cally, they began to loosen up and my sack began to gradually drop. I squeezed them hard, not hard enough for pain, but just enough for the feeling to intensify

My mouth moved once again down the full extent of his shaft and I held it there.
“Damn dude, that feels good!” Cally was looking down at me. When I could hold it no more, I let his cock slip from my mouth for air.
“You like that don’t you?” he asked.
“Damn straight.” I answered. “ I fucking love your cock.” I said this with a type if reverence, a type of hero worship. This is good for a guy’s ego. The mind channels sensation and sensory is amplified with the application of thought. In other words, and to not be so analytical, thinking about those words would make him aroused even more. That’s why Dirty talk is a aphrodisiac in itself to some people. I don’t know about you, but the majority of guys I’ve been with love dirty talk and so
do I. Now it was definitely time for the position that I most enjoyed. I needed to get between his legs with him seated.

“Why don’t you sit down?" I asked him. I knew Cally would voluntarily open up those freaking strong masculine legs, spread ‘em apart for me and let me just chow away at his schlong. He kicked off his shorts, left his socks on. That’s also a turn on. I like a guy to keep his socks on and his sneakers , may be even have a white tee-shirt, sleeveless or not will do. I like to take my hands and run it under his shirt while my mouth is engulfing his cock and slurping as the taste where his seminal precum and my saliva mix.

"Nobody sucks my cock like you” Cally had momentarily;y stopped his eroticism. his moment of ecstasy. the lifted my head, looked at me and softly said those words. I couldn’t have been happier. in those moments.

I was in heaven, down there, between his legs, giving this stud what he needed. Certain, that no girl, not one of them, was doing to him what I was capable of letting loose with. It was pure cock worship when he sat there, his legs spread wide, my mouth buried deep in his groin, sucking his balls, alternating back to his head, down the shaft to his cock, running my hands under his shirt, feeling them brush across his nipples. Wow, it was an unbelievable sensation and the pre cum was dripping from my dick as I continued. I could feel the slippery strands as it ran across my fingers. I loved it.

Once again I moved my mouth from his cock and quickly thrust my mouth into the crevass of his leg and began licking. He went bonkers, more like hysterical. I knew it tickled, but I also knew that this was an exceptionally erotic area. Just take your fingers and lightly let them brush between your thigh and balls, Using the tips of your fingers, brush them back and firth, making sure that your finger tips touch his balls ever so lightly as do the motion. This can drive a guy crazy, but you need the technique. Seems like I had it down with C,ally because every move I made seemed to result in paralleled gratification and he moaned relentlessly, soft masculine signs of approval and wanting.

Back to his dick. I went the whole way down again. Cally was impressive and I so much wanted to be able to grip my mouth against the base of his dick forever, but it was too much. I had to breath and so I had to come up for air.

I took his cock in my hand, shaking it back and forth, looking at its impressive imprint on my mind, and I thought how beautiful, how utterly masculine. Women have nothing like this. I could truly understand Penis envy.

By this time he was so aroused, sweating, straining for his nut, that I knew it was time. Keep in mind, this had all happened in a short time. Cally didn’t take long to get off, but he required intense pressure and I knew that regardless of my cock sucking skills, his dick was too big for me to finish him off with my cock sucking.

Those last moments are a bitch and the intensity of the moment causes the guy to force his dick down your throat, and that my friend can gag the hell out of you and also ruin his moment. You may be able to get a regular size guy off with just your mouth, but a big dude needs some hand action at the end.

I used to just enjoy the feel of a guy’s load as it shot down my throat, and sometimes, I could pull that off with a regular sized guy, but not with the big ones. Now, I just try and get close as he’s about to come, either hold my mouth open or let him do the work and based on experience with the guy, know where he’s likely to shoot. Sometimes it flies right down my throat.

Other times, it goes every where. I even like them to shoot it on their abs, whence, I take to them like a voracious fag, gulping that glorious nut juice, cleaning every drop from his abs, licking his chest, finishing off with his fingers and then squeezing the last drop from his dick. By this time he’s ticklish and I know that but he still lets me get it all. They all do. that’s a part of their control. They know you like it. and they enjoy feeding it to you.

I was stroking the hell out of Cally's’ emotions. I grabbed his dick and put it back in my mouth. He wrestled without lust that was rising up through his loins into his balls and soon he’d explode.

I knew it, I could feel the veins harden and his dick was solid, almost too hard. There wasn’t any give as the precum seeped out from it in a steady stream, strands of it hanging from my mouth as I smiled and let him see what effect ny milking was producing. His dick was hurting. I squeezed it. M,an was it hard

“You ever see a dick this hard Perrin” he asked, he was trying to do his bit of, I guess you could call it dirty talk, but he was almost to far gone for him to be interested in any response. His load was bearing down hard on him and maybe I could get it out with just my mouth. I thought about it, thought about the strength in that muscle, and the force behind it and decided against letting him strangle me as his load emptied down my throat. We’d do it the other way.

I grabbed his dick again. The lube was right beside me. I quickly squirted it out and began a fast jack on his dick , feeling the muscles convulse as iI moved my skilled hands up and down his shaft. He writhed, twisted back and forth, he was so damn sexy when he did that and it made me feel like superman as he twisted in blissful agony, his load making its way up his shaft.

Cally was one of these guys that liked pressure. Some guys didn't /need as much but you had to put some p[pressure on his dick to get that spew that he shot out at the end,. It could cover you on a good day. When he knew we were gonna fuck around, he wouldn’t wank for a day or two, letting the magic build up in his balls. He was like a little boy, wicked in his play and determined to get his nut.

My hand was aching slightly as I increased the rub on his magnificent cock. I used the strength in my fingers, adjusting them at various times but not losing a stroke so he wouldn’t be put off in his run up to let loose that prodigious load. He was close.

Cally’s eyes had turned back in his head, well not literally, but you know what I mean. He looked like his eyeballs were floating as his nut rose higher and higher up his shaft.

Then he was there. I could feel it, sense it, whatever you call it, but I could tell my stud was getting ready to blow and so I leaned forward, opened my mouth, opting for at least some of his man seed to land in my mouth. The rest I’d sup on in the aftermath.

With no time to lose and soon as I opened my mouth Cally's seed blew out in a torrent. Two shots of heavy cream landed dead center on my tongue , some on the side of my eyebrow and the rest ran down the side of my chin. I was coated in his man ooze. I lapped at the wads of thick cream that lay just all around my lips. My tongue, stretched, took up some, savored it, and did it again. I swallowed, taking time to enjoy the creamy gift he’d dropped down my throat.

The edges of my hand between thumb and forefinger were also covered with his creamy offering. With his chest still heaving, his breath labored, inhaling and exhaling in shallow deep bursts, he let the last of his spill flow out onto my hand

He looked at me with fascination and he always did this, even when he didn't have such a heavy load. It was one of those, “wow, what have I done?” looks an it so reminded me of the little boy that I saw in him.

I squeezed together the edges of the piss slit in his dick, letting a big bubble of thick white cum form at the tip of his head. Slowly, I let my tongue scoop as deep into his slit as i could, where his thick, luscious goo flowed onto my tongue. I was smiling as I held my tongue out for him to see.

“You like that stuff, huh?” he was smiling like a devilish kid. “I give you enough”?
I swallowed, “Oh yeah, plenty.”