sal ganuth

This is part 5 of Blue Skies. You can read from the beginning here

I asked readers ‘Just how am I going to sort Dan out? Do I…
A) wrap my hands around Dan’s cock and jerk him off exactly as he had done me.’
B) start by jerking Dan off, then with a slight pressure of his hands on my shoulders, kneel down in front of him, his cock at my face, and jerk Dan off until he shoots all over my face and hair.’
C) start by jerking Dan off, then with a slight pressure of his hands on my shoulders, kneel down in front of him, his cock at my face, and jerk Dan off. When Dan presses his cockhead to my lips. I taste his precum, and I jerk him, with his cockhead on my lips. As Dan starts to shoot he presses his cockhead into my mouth, and I swallow, spit, and gag on his load.’

Your votes… well… the vast majority of you must think I’m a total cumslut because three quarters of you agreed C) that I should start by jerking Dan off, then with a slight pressure of his hands on my shoulders, kneel down in front of him, his cock at my face, and jerk Dan off. When Dan presses his cockhead to my lips. I taste his precum, and I jerk him, with his cockhead on my lips. As Dan starts to shoot he presses his cockhead into my mouth, and I swallow, spit, and gag on his load.

“So, Liam, I sorted out your needs. How are you going to sort mine out for me?”
I stand there, my eyes flitting between Dan’s face and his rock hard cock, and I start by doing what Dan had done to me, taking his cock in my hand and stroking him slowly.
“Mmm, nice,” Dan says, “But maybe…”
With a slight pressure of Dan’s hands on my shoulders, I drop to my knees in front of him, his cock now level with my face. I continue to stroke Dan, the heat and scent of him overpowering me. I lick my lips unconsciously.
“Woah, Liam, boy, you want more? Do you?”
I look up at Dan, seeing him grinning away. ‘More what?’ I think to myself. But I don’t have long to think too deeply about it because Dan has already stepped a bit closer to me, and his cockhead is an inch from my lips, my eyes go crosseyed trying to focus on the precum leaking out of him. An inch from my face. I can smell it, his precum. I lick my lips again.
“You want even closer? That right, Liam?” Dan asks. Without waiting for a response from me, Dan moves in that last inch.
Contact.
His cockhead touches my lips. His precum is on my lips. I taste his precum. As I lick my lips a third time, my tongue makes contact with Dan’s cockhead. Hot, hard, yet velvety smooth. I let out a low moan and lick again as I continue to stroke Dan.
“Oh man, yeah, Liam, do that again,” Dan orders.
Is it an order? A request? How do I receive it? Either way, doesn’t matter. Not really. I seem to want to do it, seem to want more, so I do it again. And again. Licking his cockhead as I stroke him, Dan’s cockhead on my lips, me slurping up his precum, my lips going fuller round his cockhead each time.
“Fuck, Liam, that feels so good, too good, keep doing that and I’m gonna shoot. You ready for that?” Dan says huskily. I can sense he is totally turned on, his cock throbbing in my hand and leaking onto my tongue. My eyes blurredly staring down his shaft into his thick dark blonde bush, I begin to hum as I lick and stroke.
“Oh yeah, Liam, don’t know where you learnt that trick, don’t care to be honest, just keep doing it.”
I keep doing it. I don’t know where I learnt that trick. Maybe it was the sort of porn I’ve been watching lately, it certainly wasn’t because I had sucked cock before. This was my very first time. Dan has one hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place, not that I would want to move away, you understand.
I lick my lips. I lick Dan’s cockhead. I stroke. Dan moans, and leaks, and keeps me there, paying him some attention. It feels as if time has stopped, that we are in another dimension, that this could continue forever, then…
“Fucckkkkkk…”
It’s the only warning I get. Then Dan starts to shoot his load. He presses his cock hard against my lips and pushes his cockhead further, into my mouth. Before I have time to react, push him away, do anything, his jizz spurts into my mouth, wad after wad, filling me up. I gag, shocked, surprised, then gulping it down, feeling some spill out of my mouth, dribbling down my chin and onto my chest, and Dan keeps pressing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, still shooting his jizz.
“Fuck, yeah, Liam, take it all, drink up all my jizz, damn you, you sexy little fukker,” Dan growls.
And all I can do is what he says. Finally, finally, his cock stops producing wads of jizz. I swallow the rest, catch my breath, and lick the jizz off my lips and from around his cockhead.
“Oh fuck yeah, damn, when did you learn to suck cock like that, Liam?” Dan asks, looking down at me with his Cheshire-grin smile.
I look up, his cockhead still in my mouth, shaking my head as if to say, ‘I never even knew I could.’ But Dan is still grinning away. I guess I did a good job.

“C’mon man,” Dan says, “Best get in that shower and clean us both up before your mum walks in and catches us.” Dan pulls me up off my knees. The shower is perfect, Dan washing my body, me washing his. We dry off, hang up the towels and, naked, cross the landing and into my bedroom.
“OK, you got some clothes that will fit me?” Dan asks. I dig out a pair of baggier trakkies and tee and watch as Dan pulls them on.
“Commando?” I ask, “You sure you don’t want a pair of my skivvies?”
“Nah,” Dan laughs, “I freeball a lot of the time anyway.”
I look at Dan. I’m not going to get that image out of my mind anytime soon, Dan freeballing in my trakkies, damn.
“Catch up laters yeah?” Dan says, as I see him out, him tapping my ass lightly. He’s in a hurry. Does he have regrets about what we just did? Me, I’m still a bit dazed, confused even. Did we just do that?

Later, I’m on my laptop replaying in my mind yet again what had happened this afternoon. I type in “Am I gay?” into the search engine and up pop several quizzes. I pick one and take it. Twenty questions, then pops the answer. I try not to believe what it’s telling me. I don’t like what it’s telling me, resisting it. Am I? Really? Gay? Me?
I don’t have time to digest the answer before I get a call request from Dan.
“Hey bud, how’s it hanging?” Dan is bare chested, lying on his bed. I’m staring at his pecs, mesmerised. I don’t answer. “Dude, you there?”
“Yeah, I err…” stammer and blush, “It’s just that… this afternoon…”
“Was fucking hot, right? Damn it, Liam, I never knew…”
“No, neither did I. I mean…”
“You ok? About what happened?”
“I… errr….yeah, kind of. I took a quiz.” I blurted out.
“What? What quiz?” Dan asks.
“An ‘Am I Gay’ quiz.”
Dan laughs, “Fuck, Liam, what you go and do that for? But more to the point, did it say you were?”
“I was shocked by their answer. Let me read it out, ‘Gurl! Why you asking me? You know. I mean, you KNOW. You’re like 200% gay. You don’t need to take this crazy quiz, Gurl, you are so, so gay. Stop over-thinking it and go slay those neighbourhood boys.’.”
Dan laughs, I mean really laughs, “There’s no way a quiz would give that as an answer.”
“I know right. It asked about what I had done, what I had thought, how I had felt and well…”
“So it came up with you are gay,” Dan laughs again, “So, how does that land with you, Gurl?”
I ignore Dan calling me Gurl, “I really don’t know.”
“Do you regret anything that happened this afternoon? Anything that I did or that you did?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Would you do it again?” Dan asks.
“I… err…”
“Well, there’s your answer,” Dan replies.
“What?”
“Reckon you probably would. Do it again. Don’t you?” Dan asks.
“I…”
“Hey, chill, Liam, I mean, I sure would. Do it again. But, hey, let’s see what tomorrow brings.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. You wanna hangout tomorrow?”
“Erm, yeah, sure,” I couldn’t think of any reason why not.
“Cool. I’ll text you in the morning. Sleep well. Gurl.”
I’m about to reply but Dan’s already signed off. ‘Gurl? WTF? I stare at my blank screen and become aware of my boner in my shorts, ‘Damn, why am I rock hard again?’ I have a restless sleep that night, dreaming of Dan’s cockhead leaking onto my tongue.

I’ve had breakfast, mum’s just left for work. My phone pings. A message from Dan. It reads…
“Coming over. Will be there in 15. Dare you to answer the door bare assed naked!”

‘WTF? Seriously?’ I shout out aloud to myself, alone at home. I stare at the screen. My brain scrambling for a response.