A Cold Day in Hell

My neighborhood pal Dennis and I had grown up together, goading and daring each other into lots of stupid boy-type stuff. I recall one warm summer night while we were out riding bikes, I dared him to ride out to the lemon shed with his fly open and his dick hanging out. We just did stupid adolescent stuff like that as we were growing up.

Anyway, after graduating from high school, we both chose to continue living at our parent's homes, and attend the local community college. Dennis had a sister who was knocked up that year. He had once spied on her while she was sucking the presumed father's cock [a Navy guy]. We joked around about how Janet could have saved herself 9 months of grief if she had just kept that fucking prick in her mouth. Oh well, Janet's pregnancy wasn't our problem. Our problem was that we were healthy 18 year old males, horny as hell, and NOT getting any.

Anyway, in early January that year, Janet popped the kid. Dennis's parents wanted to spin down to San Diego [200 miles away] and meet their first grand-baby, even if it was a bastard ... since the Navy guy had shipped out without marrying Janet. So it was arranged that I'd spend the weekend with Dennis, while the rest of his family was away.

That Friday night we went to a basketball game. As we walked in the door of the gymnasium, I said to Dennis: "Hang on a second, I need to see a man about a dog" and headed towards the Men's Room.

Following, Dennis said "Yeah, I guess I'll drain the one-eyed monster, too." When we rounded the privacy baffle inside the door, Dennis spotted his buddy Phil standing at one of the floor-style urinals, taking a lengthy piss. We each stepped up to a urinal, leaving several empty ones between each other and Phil, as we weren't fags.

Phil commented that he was draining off some of the beer he'd been drinking all afternoon. This caught our attention, and Phil explained "Yeah, my sister LaRae just turned 21, and she picked up a case of beer for me. Meet me in the parking lot at the mid-game break, and we can all have a brew or two."

So, at the half-way point of the game, we headed out to the parking lot, and each swigged down a couple of beers. We each took a quick piss on the tire of the car next to Phil's truck, so we could avoid the typical lines in the Men's Room. We then headed back into the gym to see the rest of the game. Phil gave us a heads-up ... after the game he was meeting LaRae at the shopping plaza down the street, if we wanted beer or anything, that was the time and place to get it.

So, Dennis and I pooled our resources, and LaRae purchased us a case of beer, and a couple of packs of cheap stogies. We then headed back to Dennis's place. Since Dennis's old man smoked cigars, we felt we could get away with smoking our stogies and the tell-tale odor would not be a problem.

So, there we were late at night, two horny 18 year-old guys, sucking on cheap cigars and drinking beers. We were swapping lies about the sexual escapades we WOULD be pulling off, if only we had a willing partner.

About every 15 minutes one of us would need to take a whiz, and would usually be followed into the bathroom by the other guy. There we would stand on either side of the toilet, dicks hanging out, and drain our snakes. We'd make derogatory remarks to each other [like guys often do]: "Man, I've never seen such an ugly little pecker. Keep that son-of-a-bitch away from me!"

"Oh yeah? Well if my pecker was in your mouth you wouldn't have to be looking at it!"

"It'll be a cold day in Hell before that little weenie is EVER in my mouth!"

"You'll think 'little weenie' when my 7 inch stiff bone is ramming your tonsils, and you're gasping for air 'coz your whole mouth is filled with my hot meat!"

"Yeah, right. That'll be the day" ...

Anyhow, somewhere along the line we decided to break out the poker chips, and play a cut-throat game of poker. This was a time long before the days of 24 hour cable TV, VCRs, or other types of entertainment that are so common today. In our poker game, I quickly fell behind, and was secretly thankful we were just playing with chips. We played cards, drank beer, smoked stogies, and pissed for quite awhile.

As my fortunes went from bad to dismal, Dennis kept up a barrage of how he was whipping my ass, I played like a pussy, he wished we had bet a case of beer on this poker game, etc. etc.

I was pretty buzzed from the beer [and stogies too!], and tired of hearing Dennis yapping. So in a foolhardy moment, while we were once again pissing together, I said "Well Dennis ... if you've got the balls to bet a blow-job on who goes broke first, let's do it." As I suspected, THAT shut him up.

He thought about it as we both finished pissing. We stood there with our dicks in our hands. He finally scratched his balls, and said "You've got a bet you cock-sucker!" Being real men, we looked each other in the eye and shook hands, pulled our equipment back into our pants, zipped up, and headed back to the game.

Well, the miracle I needed to win the game didn't occur, and Dennis soon had me crying 'uncle.' Dennis was grinning from ear to ear, and I started back-pedaling with rather lame ploys like: "We didn't say WHEN the blow-job would happen." I was hoping to somehow save face with general bullshit like that.

Dennis now subtly switched to psychological type torment: "I KNOW you're interested in my cock, Kurt. I've seen you checking it out when we're both at the pisser, and in the locker room. You KNOW you want your tonsils to meet my dick-head. You KNOW that tonight's the night you get to fulfiill those dreams about servicing my big cock. You KNOW you want it. You KNOW you're going to become a dick-smoker tonight, Kurt. In fact, I'm going to get you a little incentive." With that statement Dennis left the room for a minute, and came back with 2 big fat Maduro cigars. "I lifted these from my dad's stash. I'm going to light mine up now and enjoy it, while you get to enjoy smoking my cock. You can have your Maduro when you get through."

The next time I had to piss, Dennis followed me into the bathroom and closed the door. We stood at the toilet, and when we were done pissing we just stood there. We stood there with our peckers hanging out, and it seemed as if my resistance was sort of worn down. I asked Dennis, "Where and when is it you THINK this cock-servicing is going to occur?"

He replied "Right here. Right now. I want to watch in that mirror." He gestured to a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. [we had been so intent on proving our maleness to each other that we'd never bothered shutting the bathroom door ... after all, what's the point when the only two people in the house are standing together purposly watching each other piss? ... I had no idea that the mirror was even there].

I told him, "shake all the piss off of that ugly mother-fucker."

He smiled and said "Like I told you Kurt, when my pecker is jammed down your throat, and my balls are slapping against your chin, you won't be worried about how ugly my dong is." With that Dennis snapped his fingers and said "Now get on your knees bitch-boy, and let's get you indoctrinated into the ancient art of cock-sucking."

Maybe the buzz from the cigars, combined with about 10 cans of beer had me all jammed-up or something, but Dennis taking this Alpha-Male dominant tone struck a receptive note within me. I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. He pulled down his pants and boxers, and the entire 4 inches of his circumcised cock flopped into view, hanging in front of his big, hairy nut-sac. I knelt there, mesmerized by the one-eyed monster that was now staring me in the face. I of course had seen that ugly fucker before, but never just inches from my face in a situation like this. In one last ditch effort to avoid sucking his dick, [and preserve some dignity and sanity] I told him "I'm not going to suck any tiny, limp, droopy dick!"

Dennis just laughed, saying "It won't be limp once you start attending to it". He then took a drag on the cigar he was smoking. He snapped his fingers again and in the Alpha-Male persona snarled "The time has come, Kurt!! Start sucking my dick now!"

I hesitantly bobbled his nuts in my hand, and licked the shaft of his sinewy tool, carefully keeping my mouth away from the bullet-shaped head. Just to be obstinate I looked up at his face and said "There. All done!" As he had predicted [no surprise here], with even this small bit of attention to his male unit he instantly sprung a boner, and was sporting a stiff, respectable full 7 inches.

Once again I heard the finger snap, and Alpha-Male Dennis demanded "Open wide, cock-sucker!" I obeyed. For the first time ever a big, powerful, ugly male organ passed my lips and kept right on going until the bullet-head was rammed against the back of my throat. My nostrils were assaulted by the earthy male ball-sweat smell of Dennis's crotch. His wiry pubic hair was tickling my nose, and I might have sneezed, but I was gagging on the head of his stiff, hot monster. I truly was now and forevermore, a cock-sucker. I felt like crying, while Dennis started laughing, telling me, "I knew you could suck cock, Kurt!".

I started rhythmically bobbing my head up and down on his thin but powerful rod, while laving the firm [yet slightly spongy] bullet-shaped head with my tongue on each back stroke. I continued to fondle his nuts. I was about to once again try to regain a TINY bit of my independence, self-respect and male dignity by announcing "I'm not going to let you come in my mouth."

However, right about then Dennis had other plans. He grabbed the hair at the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, thereby jamming his penis deep down my throat. I felt his cock-head expand, his balls and scrotum pull up and tighten, as his fuck-pole spasmed and my mouth was flooded with his warm seed. He kept his throbbing tool buried deep in my throat, as he pumped his bitter jism into me. He was grinning like the cat who just ate the canary [a very happy and satisfied cat!] as he used his free hand to massage my throat so I was forced to swallow his sticky splooge.

He slowly withdrew his softening pecker, and cleaned his now tender male equipment off with a damp washcloth. I regained my senses, got to my feet, and demanded the promised Maduro and another beer, anything to wash that wretched taste from my mouth.

I started trying to coerce Dennis into returning the favor, saying "Hey! It wasn't that bad! Why don't you give it a try?" He wasn't buying it, and I couldn't even talk him into giving me a hand-job. I was hoping if he'd start playing with my rod, he'd eventually 'go oral' on me. Man, I really needed to relieve the pressure in my own stiff, throbbing tool.

He laughed and said "You're dreaming if you think I'm ever even going to TOUCH that nasty-looking fuck-stick of yours, buddy. Don't even THINK about it, 'coz it's never going to happen."

The rest of the weekend passed with me trying to talk Dennis into servicing me, which was always met with "No way. I'm not a cock-sucker." He continued trying to get me back on my knees to do him again, "Hell, Kurt. You're already a cock-sucker, why not try it again, and learn to enjoy it? You'd make us both happy!"

We were at a stand-off. I had no idea that the seeds of change had already been sown [by me allowing him to thrust his ugly penis down my throat] and that big changes to our friendship were already taking root, deep in my soul.