Part 11
My heart stopped, and I'm sure the look on my face was one of total dumbfoundedness, but I couldn't help it.
There I was, standing next to the sling with my half-hard cock still glistening with cum, and in walks the guy that, if I'd ever had a crush on a guy in my life, it was him.
John and I had been buddies in high school. He was a year ahead of me, but we were always friendly with each other, and we'd both spent the night at each other's house on more occasions than I could remember.
He had an older sister, and another sister who was his fraternal twin. He always liked to hanging out at our house, because there were several of us boys there. He seemed to miss having any brothers to interact with, and fit into our household like a member of our own family.
I'd known John since 3rd grade, and we had been friends, on and off, since then.
He and I never did anything to each other, or with each other, but we had a casualness in our friendship that was comfortable. We would dress and undress in front of each other, neither of us seemed self-conscious about being naked in front of the other.
We had compared the progress of puberty with each other, showing off our own milestones to each other, but we had never done anything sexual with each other, even though I jacked off thinking about his body quite a few times. We were friends, and the idea of screwing that up with lust had never crossed my mind.
Even though he was a school year ahead of me, in reality, he was only a couple of months older than I was. We both seemed to start puberty the summer between 6th and 7th grade. By the time we were in high school, John had a very impressive cock, looking much longer and much thicker than mine when we were soft (we never saw each other hard), and John developed a lot more hair on his legs and had a very thick treasure trail, where I stayed fairly smooth.
I had never questioned John's sexuality when we were in school, never considering he was into guys at all, but in retrospect, I should have been a little suspicious.
John was always hanging out with the girls, but it was more of a friendship with them, where I was the one always trying to get into a chick's pants (and did---a lot!)
John went to prom with friends, not a "date", and never seemed to have any after-prom hotel plans like the rest of us did, but in spite of that, nobody ever seemed to question his sexuality like they did with other guys.
He was a guy's kind of guy, and nobody seemed to notice, or care.
In spite of how close we were, I'd completely lost track of him since he graduated from high school the year before me. I hadn't seen him since the summer between my Junior and Senior year, and, even as close as we were in school, he had seemingly dropped off the face of the earth after he graduated.
He wasn't looking right at me when he walked in, but when he looked up, our eyes met, and I'm sure the look on his face mirrored my own. I watched his eyes leave mine, and gaze down my body to my wet, half hard cock, and then back to meet my eyes again.
The other guys that came in the door before him were making a racket and getting undressed, checking out the sling, and getting their thing started, but John and I just stood there, staring at each other, looking for words.
My moment was interrupted by one of the new guys coming from behind me and sandwiching his half hard cock in the crack of my ass while he reached around and tugged at my cock.
The warmth of his cock next to my ass felt great, and my cock responded accordingly.
While I enjoyed the touch of the guy behind me, John tentatively stepped toward me, never breaking eye contact with me, until he was inches from my face.
I wanted to kiss him for some reason, and that is exactly what he did, planting his mouth onto mine in what turned out to be a 2 minute kiss.
John broke away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, exposing some more progress to his body than I had remembered.
His pecs were sculpted. He had definitely been working out. And, in each nipple, he had a gold hoop piercing. Looking down further, his treasure trail was creeping upward from his belly button to make a nice noticeable arrow nearly up to the middle of his pecs.
I reached for a nipple ring and gently touched it, intrigued by it, and watched John's eyes roll back into his head from the pleasure it was giving him. I felt his pecs quiver under my touch, and could see from the growing bulge in his jeans that it was having its effect there.
By now, the guy behind me was really starting to piss me off, trying to open my ass and jam his cock into me while I wanted to devote my full attention to John.
I stepped away from my aggressor and pushed John back toward the wall of lockers, and pinned him against the wall while I kissed him again, and mashed my cock into the bulge in his jeans.
I reached down and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and worked the zipper down, and felt my cock grinding against his bush as the jeans slid to the floor. All natural, no trimming there, and I loved the sensation against the underside of my cock.
As we mashed ourselves together, I was oblivious of everything else going on in the locker room. John and I were in our own private little world, and thats where we both wanted to be.
After some aggressive frotting with each other against the wall, I reached down and took his cock into my hand, and I was impressed.
John had to be at least 8" long, and his cock was so thick that I had to squeeze it to get my fingers to touch around it. As I slid up to the head, I found my next surprise.
John had a very impressive Prince Albert piercing in his cock. I'd only seen pictures of them, and I was fascinated with it.
I tuggged on it and played with it an finally had to get on my knees and put the cock and piercing in my mouth.
I engulged John's cock in one gulp, having relaxed my throat enough from the previous sex to do it, and the sensation of the PA lodged in my throat was exhilarating to me.
Once his cock was in my mouth, John became very aggressive with me. He had his hands on my head and started fucking my mouth and throat, beating the PA on my teeth and the back of my throat mercilessly. I was normally not the subservient type, but John doing this to me just seemed right, and I eagerly accepted whatever abuse he wanted to deliver with his cock and PA.
I could taste the precum from John's cock and loved every drop of it. I looked up at him while he was throat fucking me, and the look on his face was one of complete control and domination, and I was fine with it. This childhood friend and stud of mine was going to do whatever he wanted to with me.
After at least 5 minutes of throat fucking me, my mouth was becoming sore, both from the beating the PA was giving me, and the muscles in my jaw from stretching it open enough to take John's thickness and not scrape him.
I was gasping for air at times while John buried his cock and groin into me so completely that I couldn't get any air.
I was loving every minute of it.
John probably sensed that I'd had about as much throat fucking as I could take, and pulled his cock out of my mouth and started dick whipping my face with it, not too rough, but hard enough that the PA striking my face made me flinch at times.
I stared into John's eyes the entire time he was doing this to me, alternately sensing amusement in his expression, and lust.
After a short dick whipping, John let go of my head with his free hand and motioned for me to stand up, while he stepped out of his shoes and jeans and made himself completely naked for the first time since he arrived.
John lead me over to a bench and had me lay on my back on it, and then he got on top of me, and squatted his ass over my face while his PA touched my chest.
I didn't need any prompting of what to do, and I stuck out my tongue while John ground his hairy ass all over my face, using my tongue to fuck himself.
I worked John's ass over in every way I could, and used my hands to pull it open further, getting my tongue as deep as I could into his hole. At times, John sat on my mouth full force, and cut off my air.
After a few minues of this, I felt his hands under my thighs, and he was pulling my legs up and over his shoulders, and I felt him spit a wad of saliva into my crack, and started working his fingers into my hole, and then he pluged his own tongue into me and started rimming and chewing my hole like I'd never had it down before.
I was going nuts from all of the action, and my cock was throbbing for release, but I couldn't reach it with him sitting on me to do anything about it.
John probed my hole like a mad man, eventually getting 4 fingers into it, and then without any warning he stood up from his perch on my face, still holding my ass up in the air, and I felt him dick whipping my hole with his cock and PA, and then I felt the PA pass thru me, and he sank his cock completely into me.
I could hardly breath from the position I was in, on my back with my legs nearly completely over my head, and him fucking me from the opposite direction.
I could barely get a breath in between his thrusts, and the combination of the postion I was in, and his assault on my ass, I was dizzy.
John aggressively fucked my ass like this, mercilessly, until my ass had satisfied his cock. I could tell he was going to cum, and when he did, he pulled his cock nearly out of my ass, and I felt the warmth of his cum puddling at the opening of my ass.
John let his load accumulate there, seemingly very careful to make sure it all stayed where he wanted it, and then pushed his PA against my hole and shoved the cum into my ass, being very careful to use his cock to wipe all of the cum into my hole.
When he was done making his deposit into me, he held my ass up, and backed up far enough for his cock to be dangling in my face, and I gently licked his cock clean for a few moments, enjoying the taste of his load.
When he was satisfied I had him cleaned up, he looked at me between his legs with a grin, and then sealed his mouth around my contracting hole, and applied a suction to my ass that I had never experienced before, and proceeded to suck his come back out of my well fucked ass. I felt his tongue deep inside me, circling the walls of my ass, not wanting to miss anything, and when he finished gathering his cum, he stood up, let go of my legs, moved back so his face was directly over mine, and puckered his lips and started a long gooey stream of cum leaving his lips and dropping onto my face.
His balls to my ass to his mouth to my face, this load was getting well used.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue trying to catch some of the nectar he was feeding me, but missed most of it, feeling the streams of good running down both sides of my face and into my ears.
When John was done with his mouthful of cum, he came down and gave me a gentle, passionate snowball kiss like the kiss we had shared before his alter-ego personality took over and raped my throat and ass.
I was both physically exhausted, and sexually more ready to go than I think I had ever been in my life.
I wanted to talk to John, since we had not shared a word between each other since he arrived, but as soon as our kiss was done, he got up from the bench and was waiting his turn on the sling.
I laid there, contemplating life, and feeling like I had just shared something so physically and emotionally complete with someone I actually knew well, that I wondered if I had been in love with John all along, and that what we just shared consumated our relationship..........finally.
To be continued