Cocksucker.

  The rain poured down outside on the black, shiney asphalt of the
slick roads.  The slew of middle class cars, Hondas, Nissans and other
imports sat quietly under the overcast night sky.  In the neatly
furnished apartment on the second floor the young man lay on the couch
as dawn approached.  He was positioned, his black t-shirt crumpled on
the floor, facing the door and was able to look out the beige
mini-blinds to see the police helicopters circling the ghetto to the
west.
  
  It was a miserable end to what had been his first night in
Tuscaloosa, the big college town the senior in high school had decided
to attend.  But the town had not dissapointed him.  It had provided an
adventure of sorts, with the car breaking down on the busy strip mall
street of McFarland.  The two  female friends of his `best' friend
Henry had come to their rescue.  It made Henry, who had already spent
a year in this cultured place seem very educated about the world.  And
that girl, Shell, with her waist length mahogany hair and full, perky
breasts had made him imagine that only adventures would come from this
town, so different, so teeming with life, that was such a welcome
change from his sheltered home.
  
  He had gushed to Henry so much about her tonight.  "What was she
like?" He had asked.  "What did she like to do?"  Henry's girls had a
marked penchant for bad looks and homeliness that seemed to somehow
parrallel Henry's own distaste in all things female.
  "Well, she's an English major, like me," Henry had added, "She's
from Atlanta."
  "You never told me Shell was so beautiful," David had countered.
  "You never asked, you dork," had been his reply.
  
  The the two friends had sat for hours talking about the evening,
about the town, about getting away from the bitterness and oppression
of their small Southern home and away to a place where they could be
themselves.  To Henry it would be a place where he could be open about
being gay, where he would no longer contain himself to furtive
midnight visits with the curious high school boys that came knocking
on his windows.  The slightly overweight young man had had several
lovers in the staunchly repressive town.  He was always telling David
about them.
  
  David for his part would always smile at his friend, his own liberal
tendencies about sex were manifested in his experience with girls. 
Something the two shared was a love of pleasuring their partners with
their lips and tongues.  David would describe going down on a girl to
Henry at which the  the sandy haired young man would get visibly sick.
 It was a favorite form of torture between them.
  "So what do you think of going down on a boy?"  Henry had asked
David tonight.  David's brow furrowed a bit.
  "I don't know, I've never done it," he replied.
  "But you're still bisexual, aren't you," Henry asked, looking at
David.
  "I think all people are bisexual, really," David responded, giving a
wise look.
  
  
  The young man lying on the couch ran his large hands over his pale,
thin torso.  He thought back to his time spent wrestling and the
sweaty pleasure of writhing with the other limber boys on the red mats
back home.  The hours of practice had made him muscular and lithe and
his torso was knotted with a sparse patch of black hair in the center
of his chest.  His small brown nipples were hard in the cool
apartment.
  
  He thought back to the girl, Shell and his hands traced his white
pecs, grazing over their peaks, making him shiver as he slowly lowered
his hand down over his hard abdomen to the top of his jeans.  His cock
was stirring.
  
  David thought back to the gay porn that Henry had been watching
earlier.  The two sweaty ex-Marines on the pool table had been
twisting and humping, the one ramming his oversized cock into the
other's ass.  The reciever had had a look of raw animal bliss on his
face.
  
  David's hand slowly unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slid the
zipper down halfway.  His cock ached and was making a visible line
over his right thigh.  His hand slid down to his aching member beneath
his jeans.  It was resting in that spongy half-hard way that assured
him there was only one release.  He heard Henry stirring in the other
room.
  Or was there?
  
  He got up slowly, throwing the green quilt on the floor and walked
over to the door of his friends bedroom.  His skin shone in the grey
light filtering off the street.  His overlong black hair hung back
from his head and his dark blue eyes took in the room.  Henry was
waiting for him on the bed in a pair of bright red soccer shorts. 
David could see the stiffness of his cock from here.  The young gay
man gasped as he looked up at his friend.  He mumbled something David
couldn't hear.
  
  David looked over at the bed and began walking slowing toward it on
the balls of his feet.  He felt like a young hunter stalking his prey.
 He approached and slid next to Henry.
  Henry reached out his right hand and touched David's hair, now so
close to him.  He leaned his face forward to kiss him, but David
turned his cheek away and slowly kissed Henry on the neck.
  
  David kissed and sucked his way down Henry's lightly hairy chest to
his nipples, which he sucked and nipped playfully.  The young man's
hand slid down to his jeans, opening the zipper further and pulling
out his now hard cock.  With his left hand caressing Henry he worked
down to the soccer shorts, pulling them lower and freeing his penis. 
David's face was very close to his dick and its was much thicker than
his, but shorter.  A single pearl of precum was glistening on its
bulbous tip.  It had a delicious scent, the smell was illicit and very
much of a man.
  
  David couldn't resist the urge to taste it as it bobbed inches from
his face.  Henry's breathing was coming in gasps above him.  His hand
was still resting on David's head.  David slowly lowered himself down
toward it, licking its tip and tasting the slightly salty, bitter
flavor.  Henry gave of moan above him.
  
  "Oh God, David," he said, stroking the young man's head.  David
tentatively took the tip of it in his mouth, applying a light sucking
pressure.  Henry moaned again above him and twisted his hips into the
bed.
  "Oh God," quaked Henry, "Don't stop."
  
  David pulled himself over Henry's leg and sat below his crotch. 
Henry's erect cock was bobbing deliciously right in front of him. 
David pulled his jeans and boxers down the rest of the the way. 
Giving the gasping gay man a secretive grin he pushed his hips
forward, nudging his dick, now in his left hand to Henry's.  The
pricks met and David wrapped his hands around them both and stroked up
and down slowly.  Henry was visibly shaking now.  His hands were
clutching  the comforter at his side.
  "I want to make you come," David said, sexily.
  Henry could only breathe raggedly in respone.
  
  David kneeled down and took Henry's cock in his mouth, he pushed as
far as he could back into his throat, almost gagging himself.  He
wrapped his left fist around the member at its base, slowly moving it
up and down along the remaining length.  His right hand slid down to
his own cock.  He began stroking it harder and harder.
  
  David released Henry from his mouth and raised his head up, looking
at Henry.  His right hand released his prick and it moved up to his
mouth.  His tongue, moistened with spit licked his hand.  He began
stroking himself, now lubricated and he lowered himself back on
Henry's cock, again pushing it as far as he could into his throat and
then back out against his lips.  His left hand was sliding up and down
the shaft in time to his sucks.  Henry could hardly contain himself as
he groaned against the stimulation.
  
  David concentrated on the rhythm of it, the long shaft moving up and
down his lips as he carefully made sure not to graze Henry's cockhead
with his teeth.  He sucked, back and forth, his hand sliding over the
spit soaked rod, twisting and squeezing in his enthusiasm.  His mouth
forced a steady vacuum over Henry's member, it long salty taste
creating a divine sensation of power in his mouth.  He fucked the dick
as hard as he could, farther down his throat til he had to resist the
urge to gag, still.
  
  David forced himself to suck harder and harder, faster and faster as
Henry's hips matched a rhythm with his mouth, his hips forcing his
cock further into David's face.  David's head was bucking now in
response to the rhythm of Henry's thrusts and his own left hand
circling Henry's cock squeezed hard and reached down to gently tug,
now and then, at the gay man's balls.
  Henry was breathing hard in long haggard gasps, "Oh David, Oh David,
I'm gonna come."
  
  David's right hand was squeezing and twisting on his own dick.  He
was gasping air around the thick cock stuck down his throat.  He
forced himself to step up his rhythm, his hands matching his head and
neck.
  
  "Uh, Uh, I'm coming..."  Henry said his hips finally lurching up
against David's face. Henry's hands wound themselves in the back of
David's head forcing the young man to take all of his cock at once.
David grunted around the cock that was stuffing him.  Still sucking at
the now immoblike prick in his mouth, his own right hand completed its
motions, squeezing and jerking at his dick as he exloded long ropes of
semem all over the bed in front of him.  At the same moment the Henry
came in the back of his mouth, come pouring into his throat.  It burst
in bitter orgasmns of fluid in his mouth and dribbled down his chin as
he tried to swallow as much as he could.  Henry and David gave last
gasping jerks as their pleasure subsided.  David let the now cooling
member release from his mouth and he wiped the side of his face on his
friends thigh.  He stretched out and collapsed in the pool of semen
lying on the bed, his face streaked with the come and sticky in his
hair.  He ragged breathing slowed and subsided as he lay his face on
the flat of Henry's stomache above his cock, licking its length now
and then to remember the taste.