The Road to Heaven is paved with good intentions
“Pete! – Pick up the phone, it’s Anthony!” My mom shouted through my bedroom door. It was early in the morning and she knew better then to just walk right in. The last time that she did that I was 18-years old and sleeping naked on my bed. It must have been quite a shock after not seeing me naked since some years ago.
I reached over to my night table and answered the phone. “What Tony? –It's too early!” I said as Tony went about filling me in on all of the crazy shit that I did at a backyard party last night. It’s not uncommon that details are fuzzy for me the next day, I always drink too much, but that’s what makes Tony a good friend. He’s always there to stop me, or to give me that look. The one that says;
“Slow down there! Cowboy”
And always just when I’m about to do something stupid, dangerous, or embarrassing. But something went wrong last night and Tony dropped the ball.
“Pete? – Guess who you fucked last night? Do you even remember?” Tony asked.
“Can you give me a hint?” I asked, not interested in guessing games.
“Sure! Well let’s see. It was her brother’s party, you fucked her on their parent’s bed, and he would have killed you if he ever found out?” Tony said. I knew very well that we where at Big Mike Deans party and I remember some chubby chick telling me that she’d wanted me to follow her to the back bedroom. But that chubby chick was not Big Mike’s sister. No Way!
“Bullshit! – I fucked Carrie Dean with Big Mike in the house? Yeah right!” I said.
“Got it on video! Night Vision, beeeotch!” Tony said.
“Get your ass over here!” was all I said before hanging up the phone.
I was already shitting bricks because there are two things that I don’t question when it comes to Tony De La Rosa. The first thing is that he never goes anywhere without that mother fucking video camera, and the second is that when Tony says “Got it on video” he’s got it on video. I’ve known this dude since we smelled like baby powder, and he’s the only one I can count on in a crunch. If you ever wake up with a dead hooker in your motel room, Tony D. is the dude you’ll think of calling first.
He was at my house in a flash and I was shaking as I watched the green hazy image on that tiny little bullshit screen. “Tony! Hook this thing up to the tube! I can’t see shit on this ” I said as Tony hooked his camera to the television in my bedroom. Right away I see Tony opening up different doors and videotaping high school dudes fucking there girlfriends, or dudes without girlfriends fucking the drunkest bitches at the party. But then I see a guy’s ass and hairy balls from behind. He’s slamming it to what looks like a nice round ass. You can hear the girl moaning and I still hadn’t figured out that we where watching me.
“Who’s this dude! Fuck man, he’s giving it to her good.” I said.
“That’s you Pete! Don’t you recognize your own balls?” Tony said.
“That’s what my balls look like from behind? – Damn! I’m shaving my balls tonight!” I said
But then Tony walks over to the side of the bed. He pans the camera down just as Carrie Dean looks up right into the camera. My heart sank as I saw myself thrusting my hard cock into Big Mike Deans sister’s pussy. Then he moves the camera up to my face, and sure enough it’s me. I’m a dead man if her brother Mike ever finds out. It’s pitch black in the room, but Tony’s camera captures everything. I can see my pubes over the top of her ass, and a little bit of shaft. But then you see the camera pan down with Carrie at the top of the screen, and a hard dick entering the shot from the bottom of the screen. Then Carrie opens wide and start’s sucking.
“What the fuck! Who is that?” I asked.
“Oh that’s my dad.” Tony said casually.
“Your dad! – Wait! – What?” I replied.
“Who the fuck do you think it is? It’s me you idiot!” Tony said.
“You can’t pull your dick out when I’m fucking! – What’s wrong with you man?” I said.
Tony didn’t see what the big deal was. His argument was that I wasn’t even using her mouth anyway. But he sold when he said:
“You where making that bitch moan so loud! If I hadn’t shoved my dick in her mouth when I did, Big Mike would have heard her for sure.” Tony said.
“Good answer!” I said. “You see Tony? I told you that your chubby dick would be good for something, and you didn’t believe me.” I said.
“Oh yeah! – I remember telling you that yours was gonna get you in big trouble one day, and you didn’t believe me.” Tony said in like Scarface.
I tried to tell you, but you don’t listen! - Well look at you know! – You stupid fuck!” Tony said like Scarface.
I have to admit that he did do a good Scarface imitation, and it was as funny as shit. But it didn’t do much to take away the fear of Big Mike Dean finding out that I fucked his little sisters twat doggie-style on their parent’s bed.
“I’m dead man Tony! What happened to the chubby chick that told me to follower her to the back room? I asked.
“You went into the wrong room idiot! – But don’t worry, I went into the wrong room earlier and let’s just say that Carrie won’t be saying shit to anything to anyone!”
“Jesus! Don’t tell me you whacked her? – What did you do Tony?” I said.
Tony started to rewind the videotape and I watched me fuck her in reverse, and then all the way past the action in the other rooms, and then I could see Carrie on the bed alone fucking his pussy with a
dildo at lightening speed. Tony hit the play button and then turned up the volume on my TV.
“Listen to what this bitch is saying, you’re gonna trip out!” He said, and he was right! – There was Big Mikes little sister pleasuring her pussy with her mom’s floppy rubber cock, and shiny silver vibrator. She had the rubber
dildo planted into his pussy, and was going to town on her swollen clit with the vibrator. She had her clit so worked up that it looked like a baby boys dick.
I couldn’t believe what she was saying, or how hard my dick was getting just from hearing it.
“Oh yeah! Fuck my pussy! – Feels so good when you fuck my pussy! – Yes! Just like that. You got my pussy so wet, no wonder why they call you Big Mike. Your cock is so fucking big! I think it's even bigger then Uncle Jimmy’s dick. It sure is bigger then Daddy’s dick. Oh yeah Mike! - Fuck me nice and hard. Make me cum hard or else I’ll tell mom and dad that you made my pussy all juicy with your big dick. You don’t want mom and dad to know that you put that big hairy thing inside of my pussy, do you? No, I didn’t think so Mike. Oh Mike! I’m dripping all over, and it’s getting close. Fuck me! Faster! Deeper! Yes! – I’m gonna cum! - I’m gonna cum! Oh Mike I’m cumming now! Yes! - I’m cumming big brother! – I’m cumming!”
So there I am sitting on my bed watching Carrie Dean
dildo fuck her shaved pussy, and Tony’s sitting on my computer chair a little closer to the screen. I notice that his right shoulder is bouncing up and down a little, and it’s obvious that he’s spanking his monkey. Tony and I didn’t have many secrets, but that was one thing that we’d never done in front of each other. We talked about jacking-off a lot, and about how much we did it, and all of the crazy places where we’ve done it. But I guess Tony couldn’t control himself. Beside, he was facing away from me so I could only smile. That’s my buddy!
“Tony, you better have something to cum on, you do right?” I said. And then I saw him wave a sock with his left hand. I thought it was amazing that I hadn’t even seen him take off one of his socks, and for good reason. He hadn’t – that was one of my dirt socks that Tony was going to jizz on. I couldn’t just sit there so I hauled out my swollen cock too. I was on my bed where Tony couldn’t see.
“Don’t turn around until I say because I’m doing it too.” I said.
I would have been pissed under any other circumstance, but I didn’t care. I was too busy tugging on my own cock through the opening of my boxers. With as good a friend as Tony has been for so many years, and with as much trouble as he’s gotten me out of, having him cum into one of my stinky socks was such a minor incident.
I saw Tony hunch forward in my chair a few times as he did his best to mask his cumming noises of pleasure. All that I heard where a few grunts right before he jerked and convulsed a few times.
There was something about it that excited me. Even if I didn’t actually see him cum, just knowing that he was cumming into my sock less then 3 feet away set me off. I had laid a towel out on my mattress and had been jacking-off on my knees. I watched several arches of cum fly out of my dick hole and land on the towel.
“Damn! You cum a lot!” Tony said with his head turned towards the right, but not enough to see what I was doing. Well, he wouldn’t have been able to see if I had remembered the mirrored picture frame on my night table. I looked, and there was Tony face reflecting in the tiny mirrored frame as the last bit of cum was dripping from the tip of my cock.
“Fucking Pervert!” I said.
“Why am I a pervert?” Tony said.
“Because you’re getting off watching me cum in the reflection!” I said.
“Actually, I came first and I think seeing me cum is what made you loose your load.” He said.
“Fuck you! – I shot back.
I was immediately left with the realization that there was a hint of truth in what he was saying. As soon as I could tell that Tony shooting his cum into one of my dirty socks, my own baby-making fluid exploded as he grunted.
Pretty soon, Tony and I started having 3-ways with different girls, but none more often then Carrie and a few of her friends. Each time we did it, we became less inhibited over certain matters.
It’s one thing to be seen naked by a buddy, I’d seen most of mine and they’d seen me. But naked with your hand sliding up and down your hard dick was something much different. But to actually see cum shoot out of your friend’s hard cock, and hear the noises that he makes when it happens, was way different. After the 10th or 15th time that Tony and I had occupied a girl’s mouth and pussy at the same time, we became more comfortable about it. We’d have some half- drunken girl at a party in one of the bedrooms, naked with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress. I’d watch Tony slip his chubby 5-inch dick into her mouth, while I gave her 6 ½ inches of skinnier cock deep into her pussy.
Tony and I would lean onto each other’s shoulders, and really get into it. I was able to feel his breath on my neck. One time Tony was getting close to cumming and he had his head on my shoulder turned sideways and facing away from me, but when he started to nut, he turned his face towards my neck and bit down lightly. I didn’t feel weird about the situation until I realized that my fingers where massaging the back of his neck while he was cumming. I kept telling myself the same thing over-and-over again. “It’s Tony, not some stranger” So what if I did something to make his orgasm more intense. It’s not as if it was my mouth he was cumming in, or my chin that his balls where slapping against.
Then one night in the dark bedroom of some girl who’s parent’s where out of town, Tony and I where bringing her to her third powerful orgasm. Then out of nowhere, we kissed straight on the lips while the girl below us was cumming hard. We didn’t use tongues or anything, just a quick 3-second kiss on the lips. But what was going through my mind was how we had gotten there. Tony didn’t kiss me, and I didn’t set out to kiss him. We just looked up at each other at the same time and went for it without thinking. It was like a celebration kiss when this chick went nuts over what Tony and I where doing for her. The kiss was sort of like a “way-to-go” pat on the ass the coach gives a player. I’d had a thousand of those pats during baseball, and football. But son of a bitch! – Never did any of those little taps, feel anything close to that kiss between Tony and I.
We didn’t say a word about it in the car, on the way home. We compensated for it by focusing on her, and how many times we made her cum. We discussed what we’d do next time, and that’s when we concluded that we’d been double stuffing the wrong two holes. The next girl would be getting cock in her ass and pussy at the same time. We even approached Carrie about the idea and she said that she didn’t like it in the ass, but she had two friend that liked to get double stuffed by a couple of guys, and that she had shoved some pretty big dildos into her friends ass and pussy.
“Fuck! You do that for your friend.” Tony asked Carrie.
“Oh right! Like you two horn dogs don’t jack each other off.” Carrie said.
“No we don’t, we barely jacked-off in front of each other for the first time just last week.” Tony admitted for both of us.
I shot Tony a look and he knew that “No” was about all he should have offered up. As soon as Carries was gone, Tony said that he was sorry.
“It just slipped out.” Tony said.
“God! I’m surprised you didn’t tell her about the kiss.” I said
Tony did respond to that and the matter was quickly dropped. It was funny because I hadn’t thought much about it since it happened, but now after bringing it up, it’s all I could think about.
But soon we where caught up in the thought of a 4 way sex orgy with Carrie and one of her friends that liked to get double stuffed. We thought about where we could go to do this, we also realized that it wouldn’t be in a pitch-black bedroom at a high school party. We’d be hard, naked, and fucking with Carrie and some slut we didn’t even know yet.
“The Cabin!” Tony shouted.
His parents have been after him to go up to their cabin and clean it up for another winter renter. It was still the middle of ski season and lodging was scarce. So like that good son that Tony is, he told his parents that I had offered to go with him to help. So it was all set. We’d go up on Friday night and get the work done, and have the girls driven up Saturday. That would give us until Sunday afternoon to fuck, cum, and get sucked for two days. It was every 18-year old boy’s dream. And even more so when we found out that Carrie’s friend was really her 24-year old boss from the music store she worked at.
Tony and I made the 3-hour drive and arrived just before 7pm and got right to work. I was rock hard just thinking about what was going to happen. Tony caught me around the side of the cabin getting ready to jack-off. We laughed about it because he didn’t know where I had gone and was planning on doing the same thing. We made a pact to work side-by side so that we wouldn’t be tempted to jack-off and waste precious cum with our hands.
“Fuck! I knew I should have jacked-off in the shower before we left.” Tony said.
“Okay! Stop! Let’s not even say the word jack-off anymore. Let’s get this shit done and get to sleep. The girls will be here early.” I said.
By 11:00 p.m. it had started to dump snow and we had to go out and chop enough wood to keep the fireplace going all night. By midnight, the wind picked up and it was getting pretty crazy outside. The satellite dish was blown of course and the TV was out. It was well after 2:00 am that the radio delivered the worst possible news. An avalanche and several rockslides had closed the road up to Blue Jay. We prayed that it would be cleared quickly, but another storm made it too dangerous, as well as pointless for road crews to begin working.
By 3:00 am Tony and I where aware of the fact that the girls would not becoming, and we may not be leaving until Sunday evening, perhaps as late as Monday morning. My head hit the pillow on the orgy bed that Tony and I had made in front of the fireplace and I was out like a light. The cold woke me up about an hour later, and I saw that the fire needed more wood so I tossed on a few logs. Tony was out cold but curled up into a ball. I covered him better then he covered himself and just laid there thinking about how close we’d come to some really kinky 4-way sex.
Even with as cold as it was, the new logs on the fire where warming my feet and lower half of my body. I suppose that’s why my cock was like a diving board. I figured that Tony was out, the girls weren’t cumming, therefore why shouldn’t I be cumming. I pulled the blankets away from me and caressed my cock gently. I pulled my sweats down as far as I dared, but did take my shirt completely off. The fire was really warming things up, and my hand was feeling great on my cock, but it was nerve wracking to beat-off worrying that Tony would wake up and catch me.
I was safer doing it in my own bedroom with the door unlocked. Even there I could get butt naked and have my way with myself. Ever since I was 14 or so, I liked to masturbate naked; I was getting too old to pull my dick out through my zipper for a quick one. By the time I was 15, I couldn’t even jack-off with socks, or even my watch. I jacked off wearing exactly what I had on the day that I was born. With my eyes closed, I used my toes to pull my sweats off of one leg, and then the other.
Finally I was naked and making love to my swollen dick. I looked over to double check Tony and he was still out cold. A few minutes later I was startled by the sound of “Great idea!” and looked over to see Tony sliding out of his sweats. I jumped up and tried to cover my hard dick with one hand and locate my sweats with the other but then I felt Tony’s hand push the center of my chest back down onto the inflatable mattress.
“Stop being silly!” Tony said. “It’s okay, I’ve been watching you for a few minutes. You look so peaceful doing that with your eyes closed.”
I just lay there holding my hard dick perfectly still while I noticed Tony pulling his shirt off from the corner of my eye. Even as I looked straight up at the ceiling, I could detect the motion of Tony’s hand stroking his plump penis. I could also detect when he looked over at me. He was being really bold tonight, and It surprised my when he reached over and tugged at my wrist forcing my hand to move up and down my cock again.
If Tony knew what was going through my head at that moment, he might not have done that. I allowed my hand to continue on my cock, but I kept my eyes plastered on the ceiling and didn’t look anywhere else, including at my own cock. But Tony kept looking over at the area where I was pleasuring myself. Each time, he would make it more obvious that he was looking until I suppose he’d had enough.
“You can look Pete, you won’t go blind or anything.” Tony said.
“I know.” I replied while letting my eyes stray right to where Tony had a firm grip on his chubby cock. Actually, it was passed chubby these days. Tony had just grown himself a fat cock with a big mushroom cap for a head.
“Jesus! Your cock is getting fat. Look at that thing!” I said and casually went back to work on myself.
“Thanks” Tony said. “I guess I hadn’t noticed how big your balls really are. Man! These things are like tennis balls,” Tony said as his warm hand gently rolled them around in their bag.
It felt so incredible to have someone handle my balls with such care. But I needed him to stop quickly, or the thoughts in my head would gain control.
“Man Pete! They’re so soft and smooth.” Tony said.
“STOP! Tony”
“Does this hurt?” He asked.
“No Tony, It don’t hurt at all, but you have to stop now! I can’t be trusted.” I said.
“I trust you Pete, I always have, always will.” Tony said.
“Not tonight Tony, you can’t trust me tonight. Now stop! Let go of my balls!”
“NO!” he said defiantly
“Let go! Damn it! – Please, Tony or I’m afraid I’ll kiss you again.”
“Sorry! What was that? I didn’t hear you?” Tony said sarcastically.
I rolled over and shoved Tony’s shoulders flat against the mattress. I looked down as saw a look that was strange but familiar. He still had my balls in his hand, except now his lower arm was sandwiched between his thigh and my hard cock.
“I fucking warned you.” I said as I moved my face lower and planted my lip down onto his. At about the same time, I lowered my hard cock flat against his, and I started dry humping my bone against his.
“See! No look at what you made me do.” I said.
Tony reached up and pulled the back of my neck down so that we could resume kissing. As soon as he had my body laying flat against his, he rolled both of us over and just like that, he was on top of me. He kissed me, and I mean hard this time. I was too weak to resist, and I let Tony’s pointed tongue pry my lips apart. Then his tongue just slid forward, and mine entered his mouth in an instant. Just as quickly, all of the semen in my balls began to percolate up the shaft of my cock.
“Oh no!” I said. “Tony get up! I’m gonna” was all I was able to get out before I could feel my warm semen squirting out between us.
“Let it go, it’s okay” Tony said as he grinded his hard cock into my squirting cock. I’d squeeze down and let loose another volley of juice between us.
I was so embarrassed because I knew that I had cum a lot. I could already feel it running down over the side of my left hip. I started to apologize and hardly got out the “I’m” in “I’m sorry” when Tony quieted me with a soft “Shhhhh” and gently stroked my forehead like my mother did when I was a little boy, home sick with the flu.
“It’s okay Pete. This belongs to us, and nobody will ever know. I promise.” He whispered.
“But what happens when I want more.” I said. “Was that it?”
Tony rolled off of me and laid flat on his back with his arms stretched out. I could see my semen smeared all over his right thigh. I had never seen him like that, so naked, aroused, and content.
“No! That wasn’t it, but what you see here is all I have to offer. So take what you want.” He said.
“Do you know what you’re saying? I want to do something with you right now.” I said.
“Here I am. So do it!” He said.
Most of everything else was a blur from that point. I do remember the sight of his hard dick moving closer as my head feel into his lap. I gently lifter his dick away from his abs and let my mouth slide over it. Tony gasped loudly as my tongue flickered over the bottom side of the tip of his fat cock.
“Oh god that feels so good!” He said.
I managed to slide my hands under his ass and grab onto a couple handfuls of soft butt cheek. Just like Tony had done, I rolled both of us over until his crotch was lying on top of my face. Even his full body weight wasn’t enough to satisfy the tickle in my throat. I forced his globes down on to my face and breathed through my nose. It was nestled into the center of his neatly cropped pubic patch, and the scent of his warm body, and soft pubic hair had me drunk with lust. I’d seen the movie Deep Throat before, and was sure that I too might have a clit deep in my throat that had gone undetected my entire life. Well, until tonight that is.
“Can I fuck your face?” Tony asked as he gasped for air.
He felt the movement of my mouth on his cock and new it was a go. The launch pad was ready to go and he was clear for blast off. I made up my mind right then, before Tony even made his first pump that I was going to let him go all the way. I lifted him gently so that he was fully aware of my intentions.
“Don’t stop until your finished.” I said, and then lowered him back onto my sucking mouth. I watched as Tony spread a knee out on either side of me and began to thrust his pelvis forward. He was going very slow at first but was at twice that speed in no time at all. By the time his balls had stopped bouncing, and pulled up tightly against his body, Tony was jack hammering my face like we was about to flay away.
“Oh yeah! – Oh shit! Pete, are you sure about this? Your gonna get a quart?” Tony said.
He knew the answer when I held his ass so tightly against my face; he couldn’t have gotten his cock out of my mouth if he wanted to.
“FUCK! – Oh Fuck! - I’m gonna cum! – Suck it! – Suck it! – Here it comes! - I’m cumming!”
Pete started to cum faster then I could swallow, and there was some of his stuff running down both cheeks. It was dark underneath him but my mind was swirling as I thought about everything that was happening. I had a mouthful of cum, a softening cock in my mouth, pubic hair tickling my nose, and a set of warm sweaty balls on my chin. And all of it belonged to my buddy Tony.
And this is just the part before the sun even came up. We where stuck in the cabin for 3 more days until the road was cleared, Tony and I fell asleep around sun up, and didn’t wake up until 10:30 or 11:00 Saturday morning. That’s when round two started, and it made everything before it look like a fuckin’ handshake. The condoms that we’d purchased for the original fuck-feast cost nearly $13.00 – They didn’t make the trip up the mountain to stay in the box. That’s for sure
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