Speech and Debate Pt. 09

"That is hot as fuck. Dude, what's it feel like?"

Since my mouth was currently occupied with Jock Cock, I made the assumption that the voice was not speaking to me. For my part, it felt great to have his cock so far down my gullet, to feel his abs contract and expand against my nose, the warm heat of his smooth skin and the faint oder of suntan lotion still lingering on him.

"Dude, no girl has ever done it like that...ahhh...shit, yes."

I decided to show Ian how truly unnecessary a girl was. Well, not entirely, but you catch my meaning.

My arms came forward to grab at his ass cheeks. I had never felt something so hard beneath my palms! Daniel had a gorgeous ass, but even his muscled-bubble butt had a little bounce to it. Grabbing on to Ian was like gabbing on to two perfectly smooth boulders. He clenched his muscles beneath my touch and I bobbed contentedly on his prick in response. I tasted the salty sweetness of his precum as he started to leak into my mouth. I let it linger on my tongue, waiting to swallow until I'd earned my reward in truth.

I used my feeble grip on his ass to encourage him to thrust. I opened my throat and readied myself. I gazed up at him, over the mounds of his abs and the massive pecs. I could just make out his lust filled eyes over all his bulk. I nodded as best I could with his cock filling me.

He pulled his dick back a little from my mouth and then shoved it back in without warning. I was ready for it, but I gratified is masculine dominance with a whimper. All for his benefit, I assure you...

As I readied myself for his next assault, my hands found his chest muscles and I squeezed hard, my fingers raking small red lines in his flesh. He growled at me and shoved himself back in, my lips slamming into his pelvis. His growls grew, coming from deep in his chest, the other spectators forgotten for the time being.

At least to Ian.

To the spectators themselves, the scene proved too much of an attention grabber to ignore. As I looked over Ian's mountains of muscles, I could just see the outlines of the rest of the team as they rearranged themselves in a semi circle behind him, gaining a better view of my oral work on their buddy.

I could still sense Daniel beside me. I could feel his fingers on the small of my back, urging me on.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was thankful that he gave his tacit permission with the gesture. Somewhere further back, I marveled at the fact that I NEEDED that permission.

I moaned around Ian's cock and squeezed his chest in my grip. I began to match his thrusting with bobs of my own, pressing myself onto him for all I was worth. I dared not touch my own throbbing cock, though I was vaguely aware of the precum leaking to my pants pooled around my ankles. I imagined what it must be like to have Ian's rock hard cock, as average though it appeared, being pounded into my twitching hole, the full power of his muscles and bulk used to fuck me into complete and total submission.

It was an...effective...fantasy.

I could feel Ian's release as it approached, and not just from the volume of his grunts and growls, though they were increasing.

"Shit, David...fuck you're gonna make me blow, dude," Ian almost whined, his hands leaving my hair and pressed into his temples, as if he was unsure what to do with them as he climbed towards explosion. He'd come this far, but he hadn't thought through the entire situation to it's intended and logical conclusion.

I pulled off of his cock and removed one hand from my exploration of his massive chest to grab his saliva slicked shaft and hold his cock head to my outstretched tongue. I looked up at him. I didn't say a word, hoping that my eyes would be all that he would need.

I found one erect nipple, standing like Everest on the mountain range that was his torso. I pinched it hard between my thumb and forefinger.

"Ahhh shit!"

Ian's cock expanded in my grip. I felt the cum travel past my fingers on his shaft and aimed his slit directly into my open and eager mouth. The first shot hit true and coated my tongue with his seed. He wasn't a shooter, not to the level of Daniel or myself, and his next three spurts pooled on my tongue, their whiteness standing in stark contrast to my pink tongue and slightly swollen lips.

I closed my mouth over him and swallowed him down. He was warm and tasted like metal and salt, sea and earth. Where Daniel was a sweet mixture of manliness and spring, Ian's seed was like Ian: hard and masculine in the extreme, full of energy and vitality. I drank him down eagerly and swallowed the load he had given me.

I sucked his twitching cock and laughed to my self while I watched his tree-trunk thighs tremble when my tongue found his super-sensitive head. I licked and kissed his prick clean, always glancing up, making sure he saw my eyes.

I wanted him to always remember WHO had made him weak in the knees, and never forget it had been a man. It wasn't until I had taken everything he had to give me that I remembered we were far from alone in the room.

While Ian's taste faded from my mouth and my sex-clouded brain settled back into my skull, the silence of my classmates became daunting. Panic started to bubble up from my stomach and my fight or flight engine readied itself for immediate action.

"God damn,..." Tall Paul breathed as he seemingly collapsed back down to his former "S-curved" position in the chair. His movement drew the attention from me, and not a moment too soon if you ask me.

Grumbles and growls of approval and agreement began to take shape and the rest of the team became unglued from their standing semi-circle behind Ian's still-heaving body, shuffling back to their original spots without further discussion.

"That was incredible, little dude," Ian said from above me. "I've never cum like that from head before."

I shrugged as if to say, "what can I tell ya? A dude just KNOWS how to please another dude better than a girl ever could."

"Seriously, guys," Ian said to the rest of the assembled men, half-heartedly pulling on his softening cock now and then, working my spit and what was left of his cum into the smooth skin of his shaft, "we need more gay guys on the team."

"Hey now," I said, startling myself with my outburst. I hadn't meant to speak, yet it was my voice that echoed off the walls and drew all eyes back to me. I had just evaded them only a moment before, and here I was inviting their gaze yet again.

"I'm not gonna be some kind of fuck toy for you guys, okay?" I stated firmly.

As the words formed, I began to realize my true position. I was in possession of something that they wanted. Well, maybe not wanted, but were intrigued by. I was the supply. They were the demand. The supply side can almost always dictate the terms of negotiation. I began to feel myself becoming bolder.

"That was fun, and I'm not saying a repeat is off the table. I'm gay, I'm not an idiot, after all. But don't expect this kind of thing to happen every day. Or every other day. I'm not a whore. If I decide it will happen again, that's fine. But I will not have a line forming outside my door tonight waiting for their turn with the new team sex object. Understand?"

I was impressed with myself.

My time with Daniel had given me more of a spine than I ever thought I'd possess. The sea of nodding faces and wide open eyes that reacted to my little spontaneous oration was mollifying. I enjoyed the little step up in social power that I had just claimed. I suddenly began to understand how the popular girls at school could get addicted to the feeling and become totally numb to the pain and suffering of other human beings in their wake. I would have to be careful not to get addicted to the rush.

But I decided a little more wouldn't hurt.

"Good Boys," I said.

I half expected myself to pull out a doggie treat from my back pocket and give them some positive reinforcement for their good behavior.

Yeah. I would have to keep an eye on the megalomania. Later.

With that new business out of the way, the attention soon returned to the TV, where our poor blonde victim had apparently survived the ten minutes it had taken me to make that mountain of teenaged hormones shoot his load. I marveled at her resilience, if nothing else. She wasn't even sweating and she still gasped for air like it was her job. Which, I guess, it was.

The wet sounds soon took over again and breathing became heavier.

"Aren't you gonna...ya know?" Gordon asked from his retaken corner of the bed to my left, his voice still slurred.

"Yeah. You can if you wanna."

That was Ian. In the moment, I found it a little sweet that he would spare even that much attention for my own sexual pleasure. I'd figured him for a "dump and slump" kinda of man. Surprises, surprises.

"Umm,..."

I didn't really know what to do? As I had become accustomed in times of crises, I sought out Daniel.

He looked at me with an unreadable expression. I had pushed so many boundaries in the past hour, crossed so many barriers that we had never discussed. Would this, too, be one? Was I going to do irreparable harm to my relationship with Daniel? Had I already done it?

Nearly imperceptibly, Daniel nodded. At first, I wasn't sure he had even made the gesture at all, but his eyebrows climbed a little as well in a sign of openness.

"Okay. I guess," I said to the assembled room.

Tentatively, I grabbed at my cock, now only semi-hard but still dominating the size of the room by a decent measure.

"Get comfortable," Ian said, pointing to the pillows and the bed behind me. "I mean, only if you want to."

I smiled at him and scooted towards the head of the bed, resting my back on the headboard a bit with my legs before me, opened slightly.

I'll reserve comment on how many sets of eyes moved to my shaft as it slid under my palms and paid no attention to the blonde woman in medical distress on the screen. Suffice it to say, I got the better ratings as far as the pornographic options available at the time are concerned.

Their eyes may have been on me, but I saw only Daniel. He was so close to me, perched at the end of the bed, his torso angled around to so he too could watch me writhe in front of him.

But I couldn't touch him.

I could just see the head of his uncut cock, the foreskin pulled up tight around it, the skin shining and slick with his precum. I stared into him, looked for that spark and flame that I loved so much. He stared back into me and the rest of the room became like steam.

My left hand traveled up my shaft slowly, letting my precum lube my long pole. Daniel's eyes followed the movement closely, hungrily. I thought of his full lips kissing the underside of my cock, the way he liked to flick my precum onto his tongue and taste me. I felt his throat open around my shaft, the heat of his tongue and the sheer strength of him unlike anything else I'd known. The nearly painful sensations of completeness when his stubble pushed into my pelvis. The way the short strands of his black hair would slide over my fingers, course beneath their touch but equally like silk. His deep brown eyes staring up at me through his dark lashes, urging me to give him what he truly wanted, pulsing with life, begging me to release myself to him.

I'm not sure how long my imagination ruled my world, but I felt my orgasm rising inside me. It seemed to travel from the aching hole between my legs, where I longed to have Daniel. It moved like a hot knife upwards, pulling a piece of me with it, shattering my fantasy as it edged closer.

"Ahhh, yessss..." I moaned.

My eyes closed and my head fell back to the headboard. It was literally too much for me to maintain eye contact with Daniel any longer, not when my body cried out for his with every nerve and was denied. Not when I was so close to him yet he seemed miles away.

The first shot splashed into my face and left a small white river on the lacquered headboard behind me. I barely noticed the shocked gasps that echoed. The second and third shots completely ruined my t-shirt. Again. I was running out of cum-free clothes ever since I'd met Daniel. I could hardly keep up with the increased volume of laundry.

When I opened my eyes, Daniel was still looking at me. He smiled gently and nodded a bit again. I wonder if he knew what I'd been thinking of?

I hope so.

"Fuck me, that's a lot," Gordon drawled. I noticed that his own boxers were marred with pools of sticky white boy juices.

"Ahhh," Tall Paul let out.

It sounded like a spasm of some kind. His tall lanky frame jerked in the chair a bit, his legs coming off the floor. He looked like a marionette that some cruel puppeteer was manipulating around from on high. His thin cock twitched with his spasm and he sprayed tall arcs of cum into the air, onto his chest, onto the floor. He didn't have a grip on his cock at all, just let it shoot off as it may without any direction or guidance. Several guys had to jump out of the way as he came to avoid being sprayed with his jizz.

My eyebrows shot up a little bit.

Okay Tall Paul. Good for you. Thin dick, but impressive distance and volume.

When Paul finally collapsed into a crumpled heap onto his chair, his spasming finally ebbing, he seemed unable to speak.

"Well, I don't know about you douchebags, but I'm going to bed," Ian said.

We were in Paul's room. Paul, being the gracious and presently mute host, nodded his agreement with Ian. Jeans rose from the floor and still throbbing boners were stuffed uncomfortably back into their assorted prisons. The blonde woman was now covered in thick streaks of cum from her chin to her hairline. The tonic, unfortunately for her, had done nothing to calm her breathing difficulties. Someone shut the TV off as the grunts and grumbles of the Jock Language ushered everyone out and back towards their own domiciles.

I made sure to be the last to leave the room. I thanked Paul as I closed the door behind me. He didn't respond. He was still slouched in his chair, his pants at his ankles, his softening cock dribbling the last of his strength onto his lean thigh. I would be lying if I said my mouth didn't water a bit and I silently hoped that Paul found his way to the bed somehow and didn't spend the rest of the night in that position.

The other room doors closed to the sound of locks being drawn until only Daniel and I were left in the hallway, walking shoulder to shoulder towards the last two rooms. I fished the electronic card from my back pocket and turned to my door.

I couldn't bring myself to see if Daniel was behind me or if he'd turned towards his own room across the hall. I wasn't sure what kind of damage I had just done. My heart raced as I unlocked and opened the door. I was still too frightened to turn around and close it, wondering if he was there.

Before I was halfway through, I felt his hands on the small of my back and he pushed me inside so that I almost tumbled. Before his hands left my back, they appeared on my shoulders and he spun me to face him and pull me to his fierce kiss, crashing us to the closing door.

My hands came to life again and I grabbed for him, felt his arms, shoulders, his back, wound my trembling fingers into his hair. His lips came to my neck and sucked hard.

"Oh, god, Daniel," I moaned, my leg climbing up to his hips, his free hand coming to support me on my ass.

"I...oh, fuck yes, I'm sorry...I didn't..." I panted through the rising tide.

"Shut up." Daniel growled and pulled my mouth to his again, his tongue roughly sliding inside me, my breath pushed from me again.

Daniel never broke the bond of our mouths, stuck like magnets as he picked me up from the floor by my waist and walked me to the bed. I was instantly reminded how much stronger he was than me, who was truly the bigger between us in spite of height.

I bounced on the mattress when he tossed me like a rag doll. Before I hit, my arms were already outstretched, grabbing for him, needing him as close as possible. He crashed into me in a flash of olive skin and a deep growl like a panther.

We rolled for a moment, and I shifted myself on top of him, not pinning him, not daring to challenge his superiority right now. I knew he needed me to be his, to be completely his, to prove to him that what had just happened with his friends was as nothing compared to what we had. My entire body ached to prove it, so I straddled him gently and arched the small of my back, grinding my still-covered ass into his hardness.

"I just want you," I breathed as he met me thrust for thrust, his fingers digging into my hip bones, pulling me down to him. I reached behind me to grip his bulge through his jeans. He growled at me and I felt his dick pulse. A dampness came to life beneath my palm as I squeezed, milking him, showing him what I was worth.

"They have no idea what I can do. Not like you do."

I unbuttoned his jeans with my hand and unzipped him. His cock did most of the work for me, pushing his underwear into a massive tent. My fingers worked under the elastic and I grabbed his shaft for the first time today. I sighed at the contact, finally getting what I'd been forced to experience only in my mind. Daniel mimicked my reaction when I pulled on his shaft, gathering his smooth foreskin over his head then popping it free.

"You want to see what I can do?"

Daniel nodded, his eyes pleading but never losing their dominance. If he wanted me to be submissive right now, if that is what he needed just as much as I needed to BE that, then that is what he would get.

I spring from astride his hips and knelt between his legs, never stopping my movements on his raging cock.

"I missed your cock, Jock boy," I said, sticking my tongue out to lick his slit and taste him again. It was like sweet water to a man in the desert.

I took his head in my mouth and felt his whole body tremble. His fingers came to my head and I readied myself for what I hoped would be a truly vigorous face fucking.

Someone should have taken a picture of the frozen tableau we struck when his moans and my wet slurping noises were joined by a loud knock on the door.

Daniel's fingers were wrapped tightly in my blonde hair and a good third of his cock was shoved down my throat. Both of our eyes turned towards the door, stopping all motion and staying stock still. Maybe they would go away when no one answered.

I felt Daniel's cock pulse another stream of precum onto my tongue. I couldn't help but moan a little bit.

The knock sounded again.

I jumped from the bed, sighed at having to tear myself from Daniel's cock and hastily adjusted my sorely abused prick in my jeans, covering it as best I could with my cum stained t shirt. I made silent flailing motions at Daniel, meant to indicate that he should conceal himself as best he could. He moved off the bed in a flurry and pressed himself to the half wall that divided the bedroom from the bathroom.

I straightened myself and went to the door.

When I turned the handle and pulled it open, I felt like I was a character in some sitcom on TV.

"Hey," Ian said from the hallway, now clothed fully. "I just wanted to say thanks for...you know."

It was almost comical to watch a man of his size blush and stare at his fidgeting feet. I couldn't help but grin a bit. My heart went out to him and I was struck by just how far I had come in so short a time. A few weeks ago, the thought of a Jock at my door, muscle bound and athletic as they are want to be, coming to say thank you for anything...well, it was highly improbable at the very least.

"Thanks, Ian. I appreciate that," I said in my best impression of humble. Inside, I was doing a jaunty little jig.

"You're a cool kid. I'm glad you're on the team."

It was my turn to blush this time. I mumbled my thanks again. I watched Ian's eyebrows draw down in confusion. He seemed a little stunned and I wondered what I'd said that might have cause the look. It was then that I noticed he wasn't staring that way at me.