Speech and Debate Pt. 02

He pumped my dick slowly at first, in time with his gentle thrusts, but soon he had picked up speed.

"You like it when I jack your big cock? Hmm? Can you feel me at your hole? Such a huge dick. I bet you want to fuck my tight ass right now, don't you?"

I was silent, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.

"Don't you, birthday boy?" He demanded an answer.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you."

"You want to watch your huge cock disappear inside my tight ass? Want to watch me shake? Feel me convulse over your prick? You want to cum inside me, don't you? Fill me with your hot load?"

Jesus, I don't know where he learned this, but he was masterful. It was as if he knew my fantasies and repeated them back to me, all while his cock probed at my ass and his hands worked my tool.

"Cum for me, David."

My name came from his lips as barely a whisper, just audible over the water and the wet sounds of his jerking my cock. My fingers tingled, and my heart raced and pounded in my ears.

"I want to feel you cum, David."

I nearly lost it, I was so close, his words and movements driving me higher, to that place where vision hazed and time and space floated away into nothingness. His lips were so close to my ear I could feel his breath coming faster and faster, his cock still at my ass, my hips grinding hard against his.

"Let it go." His lips grazed my earlobe and his perfect teeth bit down on my skin ever so lightly.

My cock erupted. I lost count of how many streams I let go, but the wall in front of me looked like a Jackson Pollock painting when my sight finally returned and I could breathe again.

"Daniel...," I tried to speak his name, but it came out in a ragged wheeze. He turned me to face him. He raised one hand between us, showing me a long rope of my sticky whiteness slung between two of his long fingers. Looking me dead in the eye, he placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked me from his skin.

I almost came all over again. He took his time, even opening his mouth to show me my cum on his tongue.

"Holy shit." That was literally all I could think of.

"I told you, you tasted good." He winked at me, reached behind me to turn off the water and gave me another spectacular view of his ass as he drew back the curtain and stepped from the tub. I was left naked, wet, and rapidly growing cold, with an errant strand of my own cum dripping from my slit. I watched him grab a towel, open the door and return to the bedroom. It took me a moment to regain the ability to move, but soon I had joined him.

"You look good wet and naked," he teased. I didn't bother trying to hide my nudity from him as I dried myself. It took all my attention to not fall over as I watch the towel move over his body, buffing his perfection to a dull luster.

"Thanks. Daniel, I just wanted to...," I began but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"Don't think about it," he commanded. "Nothing good can come from thinking about it. Not right now. Not in our state."

He reached into his suitcase and tossed something at me which hit me square in the chest. I caught it awkwardly and held it up to my eyes. It was his white jock strap that he'd worn the night before.

"What's this for?" I asked

"Put it on," he commanded. "Seemed like you really liked it on me, so I thought you'd like to wear it on your birthday. Go ahead."

I positioned the straps at my feet and lifted it to my waist. I had to stretch the pouch over my soft cock and balls, but it held me firmly in place and the cool air on my exposed ass felt new and exciting.

"Jesus. You have no idea how crazy that looks," Daniel said. "I've seen a lot of guys in a lot of locker rooms and no one has ever filled out a jock strap quite like that. What's it like having such a crazy cock?"

I had never thought about it before. At that point in my life, I had only ever been with three other boys. While I had seen my fair share of dick pics online and in magazines, I guess it had never really occurred to me that my own member was anything special. Maybe a little bigger than normal, but nothing to write home about. Or so I'd thought.

"Never really thought about it."

"It's all I'll be able to think about," Daniel said, half to himself.

We dressed in amiable silence and quickly repacked our suitcases. It was almost 5:15.

"What time are we supposed to meet the others downstairs," I asked, grateful that at least one of us had paid attention to the instructions last night.

"5:20. Five minutes. You ready?"

"Where's my promised caffeine boost?"

Daniel went to the dresser and handed me the cardboard cup he had stashed there before joining me in the shower for part two of whatever the hell was happening in my life. Two bananas and two bagels with cream cheese sat on a paper plate.

"Continental is apparently a synonym for 'cheap as shit,'" Daniel joked as he handed me my bagel and banana.

The coffee tasted like acidic river water with just the slightest hint of rancid baby diaper.

"The coffee is on par with that assessment," I said, screwing up my face against the nastiness in my mouth. After having such a delicious appetizer of Daniel's cum, the brown water seemed even more distasteful.

"Alright. Off we go. After you."

Daniel followed behind me as I rolled my suitcase into the hall. I jumped a little when his hand cupped my right ass cheek and squeezed as the door slammed behind us.

"It's kinda hot knowing you're wearing my jock under there. Only one layer of fabric between your ass and the open air."

"Horn dog," I fired back, and grabbed at the bulge in his jeans with equal force. His eyes widened and he gasped a bit, shot me a death glare and walked in front of me towards the elevator.

I couldn't help but hum, "Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to me," as I watched his rounded glutes in his perfectly fitted jeans move ahead of me. Daniel tossed back his head and laughed a little, apparently catching my drift, but sending my head spinning with the deep, pleasant sound.

I took heart at the fact that everyone else looked equally as awful as I did as we crammed into the van and made our way back to the airport. We were hustled through security with a quickness, apparently something they do when they have to cancel your original flight, and soon we were all seated in the same terminal we had left only a few hours before.

Ms. Gonzales looked as if she hadn't slept at all, and I swore that I caught her giving the evil-eye to the female dramatic interpretation chick. Maybe I should have warned her about what the theater people could be like. But she had given me a B+ on a paper a few weeks ago, so I took a little comfort in knowing that she suffered a bit today. Nothing horrible, mind. Just a little payback.

Daniel plopped himself beside me in the synthetic leather airport seats. This surprised me a bit, as I was most accustomed to boys completely ignoring my presence in public after anything sexual. Daniel seemed not to care. He didn't try and hold my hand or anything, but he sat next to me in the fluorescent terminal as we regarded our fellow classmates. We were the eldest of the group so perhaps that bonded us a bit. Or the sex. Six one, half dozen the other.

Daniel leaned his head towards me, pitching his voice so that only I could hear: "I wonder if the twins had as much fun last night as we did."

The coffee I had bought from Starbucks on the way through the terminal to replace the nasty Holiday Inn offering nearly came from my nose!

"What!?" I asked sputtering.

"Oh, come on! They're twins. Identical. Twins. You can't tell me they've never fooled around."

"Gross. I don't want to think about that."

"Suit yourself," Daniel said and settled back into his chair. The silence stretched for a moment. "I wonder if they do it in tandem, like synchronized swimmers."

I couldn't help it. I laughed at that. The image was hilarious. When my giggles calmed and the few eyes who had looked at me during my outburst settled back to their own laps, I said: "You know, for a straight guy, you certainly do like to talk about cocks."

That crooked half smile again.

"Who said I was straight? I never said I was straight. You may have assumed I was straight, but I never said I was."

"You have a girlfriend. Not one hour ago you mentioned eating her pussy."

"You said not to talk about that on your birthday."

"Or ever, thank you very much, but I was making a point."

"And that point is?"

"You have a girlfriend, whose pussy you apparently enjoy eating, though god only knows why. So why wouldn't I assume you're straight?"

"There are other options."

"So you're bi?" I asked.

I waited for a reply. The seconds ticked by for what seemed like an eternity. Daniel's eyes seemed to focus on the carpet in front of him, though my own gaze was locked on his beautiful face. My heart had raced through our entire conversation, hopeful that I would soon get a response to at least some of the questions that had pestered me since this whole ordeal began.

"I don't know, nerd. I'm 18. I have a girlfriend, whom I've fucked and whose pussy I do indeed enjoy eating." I made a face at that.

"Sorry dude, but you brought it up so it's fair game." I conceded the point with a shrug. "But, I've never done anything with another guy before last night."

"What about the other jocks?" I asked. "You said..."

"Jerking off in the same room is entirely different than having another dude stick his fingers inside me and make me cum so much I thought I would turn inside out." He kept his voice low, but I noticed, partly because I kept looking at it, that the bulge in his crotch was growing steadily.

"I've played with my own ass, and any dude who says he hasn't is lying through his fucking teeth, but nothing..." He sighed. His face had flushed a bit.

"It's alright," I offered in way of support.

"Oh, hell yes it is. It's more than alright. Anything that felt like that can't be anything other than alright at the very least. But I don't want...or need...to put a label on it. I'm 18, and I'm exploring."

"Gotcha," I said. I didn't know what else to say. That was the most open and honest response and conversation about human sexuality that I had ever had. He seemed completely free of the bull shit baggage that often comes with being American and discussing sex. To call it refreshing would be an understatement.

"If you explore anymore right now, you're gonna need a new pair of jeans."

I nodded towards his cock. Since he was free balling I could see the outline of it snake down his right thigh.

"You apparently have that effect on me," he said.

We sat in silence for a bit.

"Exploring?" I finally said. "That's what we are gonna call it? For now?"

He nodded.

"Exploring. And you are more than welcome to explore with me. I may, in fact, insist on it."

My head nearly popped off my shoulders, but I was rescued by the sound of the Delta Flight Attendant over the loudspeaker, still as muffled and garbled as last night.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now boarding Delta Flight 687 to Boston International. Please form an orderly line behind your boarding group number."

"That's us." Daniel said.

"Where are you sitting?" I asked.

"Next to you."

"How could you know that, you don't know where I'm sitting."

"I asked Ms. Gonzales when I saw her at the breakfast bar this morning. She told me our seats and I told her I would buy her lunch if she let me sit next to you instead of one of the Humorous Interp, chicks. Told her we had to go over your debate points."

"You sneaky son of a bitch."

"Happy Birthday, Nerd."

We boarded the plane and the smile that spread across my face was unassailable.

The plane was smaller than most, with two seats to either side of a narrow aisle that I had to nearly turn sideways to shuffle down. Our seats were in the third row from the back and we soon settled in and positioned our carry on luggage underneath us. Our seat belts buckled and our tray tables locked, both Daniel and I sat in silence through the ascent until the captain turned off the fasten your seat belts sign. Daniel was the first to speak.

"Do you think they'll let us compete for points when we get there?" he asked benignly.

"I highly doubt it. It's Nationals and the rules are pretty much set in stone. I doubt they'd make an exception for bad weather."

Daniel rested his head against the seat cushion and pulled his carry on into his lap. He took out his Jane Austen, the very same book I'd seen him reading the night before, found his place and began to read. The minutes ticked by and he hadn't flipped a page. Finally, he sighed and closed the book.

"I can't fucking concentrate, knowing that your massive prick is pressed into my jock, dude."

His gaze traveled down my body and rested on my crotch.

"I'm super hard just thinking about it."

He lifted the bag from his lap to give me a spectacular view of his fully hardened cock. A small dark spot was spreading from his head and making itself known.

"Christ." I breathed. "You just came not two hours ago! I remember because you did it on my face. How are you still hard?"

"I can't help it! I'm a horny bastard, and reminding me of what you did to my dick this morning isn't helping matters, nerd."

"Well, go take care of it."

He looked me dead in the eyes. "Only if you come with me."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"This is what you meant by explore?" I chided. "You want to join the mile high club."

"I didn't get you any other present for your Birthday," he said, his hand going to his cock and pulling at it. His fingers darted under his waistband and he moved his prick so that it pointed towards his face, giving me a clear view of his beautiful member in the process, capped by a large drop of clear precum.

"Follow me in five minutes."

Before I had a chance to respond, he unbuckled his seat belt and made a bee line for the lavatory at the rear of the aircraft. I sat in stunned silence, feeling my prick grow in his cotton jock, the blood pumping in my ears. The minutes ticked by. I counted to 100. Or I tried to. I made it to the low 60's before I gave up and followed Daniel.

The lavatory said occupied, so I knocked twice. The lock slid to the open position and I opened the door and stepped into the tight space, the oblivious flight attendant unaware and engrossed in her ELLE magazine not four feet from me.

Before I could even fully lock the door behind me, Daniel pressed my shoulders to the wall with his hands and forced his lips onto mine. His breath was hot and sweet on my skin and I sank into him, letting his hardness press into my crotch and feeling his tongue probe my mouth. I opened and felt the shock of electricity as he hungrily devoured me. His hands explored my back, kneading my muscles and grabbing my ass. My own arms encircled him and pushed him against the sink, his legs spreading to allow my body closer. He ground into me and felt at the front of my jeans, forcefully groping my hard cock, which was uncomfortably confined by the fabric. Our tongues still wrestled and my hand went to his face, feeling the soft stubble on his skin against my palms as I pulled him close.

After an eternity without breath, I pulled back, his face still in my hands and panted.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked.

"Exploring," he said, breathing equally as hard. "Thoughts?"

"No complaints from me."

I leaned in and kissed him again, fiercely, full of the new passion of exploration and novelty. He tasted amazing and he was insatiable. He pulled me into him as hard as he could. He broke our kiss only to travel down my neck and earlobes, making my world explode into whiteness. He found each spot on my neck and ears that turned me to jello, and he did it without knowledge. Like he had a map of me already built into his head.

His fingers found the snap to my jeans and he pulled them around my thighs. My cock still strained against the soft cotton of his jockstrap. He groped for my dick and moaned into my neck.

"Shhh." I reprimanded him.

I quickly undid his jeans and pulled his dick and huge balls from their denim prison. I sat on the toilet and pulled him by his hips in front of me. I kissed his stomach, tasting his sweat and feeling the heat of his skin on my lips. His fingers ran through my hair as I kissed my way down to his dick, first the base and then along his shaft and the thick vein running underneath it. Gently, I took his foreskin in my mouth and sucked him in. I felt it roll across my tongue as I pushed him into my throat, inch by inch.

"Oh shit. David." He whispered it, aware that we had to be quiet or we would be caught in the act with no where to escape and no possible excuse.

In one hand, I played with his magnificent balls and diligently bobbed on his cock with my tongue and throat, using every trick I had heard about or invented since I started sucking dick. His fingers tightened in my hair whenever I found something he liked, like gently nibbling his foreskin, or rapidly flicking his slit and frenulum. My free hand roamed up his taught stomach, feeling the soft hairs there. He placed his hand over mine and laced his fingers through my grip.

I explored his chest and pinched lightly at his nipple. Daniel gently took my hand in his grip, my mouth still engulfing his cock and placed my index and middle fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my digits and wetted them. It wasn't a blow job, but I'd be damned it it didn't feel amazing. Gently he released my fingers and turned my face up to meet his.

"Finger me," he whispered.

I used my newly lubricated fingers to probe his hole. He twitched against me and gasped at the contact. I slipped my index finger in gently and marveled at how tight he was. He convulsed around my finger and I felt his cock throb at the same beat. I worked my finger in and out slowly, causing Daniel to raise onto his toes against the oncoming pleasure. His grip on my hair tightened and verged on painful but I loved every second of it. The taste of his precum was flooding my mouth as he twitched and leaked into me.

My middle finger joined the first and Daniel reacted by shoving my head all the way onto his cock. I wasn't exactly prepared, but in my heightened state, I adjusted quickly and took him to the base without issue. His balls swung against my chin, the manly smell of him all I could smell. He pulled his hips back and thrust in again, fucking my face as my fingers fucked his hole.

"Ahhhh...," he whimpered.

And it truly was a whimper. His whole body was shaking under my touch. I increased my speed on his hole and arched my fingers forward, searching for that hard ball of nerves that I knew would send him over the edge. When I found it, I had little time to adjust myself before he began spilling his seed down my throat with powerful grunts of pleasure.

I eased back on his cock, wanting to feel his jets hit my tongue and mouth. He tasted wonderful. For the third time in 12 hours or less, I drank him down completely, and enjoyed it beyond measure. I felt his essence seep into me as I swallowed what I could, felt the remnants of his seed coating my tongue. His hands found the sides of my face and lifted me to my feet.

The kiss he planted on my lips shocked me with its intensity. His tongue ravaged my mouth and drank in the mixed flavors of his own seed and my passion. He must have loved the taste of himself as well because he groaned into my mouth and jerked my exposed dick like he was drumming to beat the band.

Before I knew what was happening, he sank to his knees before me. He opened his mouth and smiled up at the shocked expression I must have worn painted across my features. Tentatively at first he licked at a drop of precum that leaked from my slit. It made a shiny string in the air between the top of my dick and the tip of his tongue. That seemed to be all the prodding he needed.