CHAPTER 1
Barry dropped to his knees in front of his best friend. He licked his lips lustily and undid the guys belt, pulling it out of his loops and throwing it to the other side of the room. Quickly flicking open John's button he drew his zipper down. John eagerly pushed his pants down so they fell around his ankles. The cock in front of Barry was straining at the tight black boxers and threatened to break free on it's own.
John, while not thick in girth, was very long in shaft. Barry reached around and grabbed his friends ass cheeks while nuzzling the warmth of his cock through the thin material. He loved the way that those taut buns felt in his hands.
John gasped and wriggled his hips. He was obviously enjoying the way that Barry rubbed his nose up and down the length of that long shaft.
Barry could smell the turned-on muskiness of the other lad. He opened his nostrils wide and took and deep breath of that sexy odour. "M-m-mmmmmm..." He gasped, his face flushed. "Gotta get me some of that!"
John grinned down evilly. "Help yourself!"
Barry smirked and, with easy grace, pulled down John's boxers. The guy's cock sprung free and hit Barry in the face with a slap. The teen grinned and sank back on his heels, surveying the way that the long thin pole waved in the air. It was standing almost straight up from the lad's groin. It was pink and softly veined, with two small balls drawn up tight in that lovely wrinkled ball sack. The head was purple and cut, wildly fared so that it was almost twice the width of the shaft. It looked like a morel mushroom or something. Barry didn't care what. To him it looked like great sucking cock and that's what he intended to do. Smacking his lips he looked up at his friend from under heavy eyelids. "Gonna suck you good, John, 'til you cum in my mouth!"
"I'll jizz you good, Barry. Haven't cum in days!" The other lad laughed. He was dark haired, a trait which extended to his groin. He had little pubic hair because he shaved nicely for Barry.
"Ooooh. Tasty cum!" Muttered Barry happily. He wrapped one of his hands around John's cock and felt the warm shaft happily. It felt like a hot prong in his fist. He jacked at it obscenely, teasing his friend with a lazy tugging. John was hissing and groaning, his dick leaping in Barry's hand with each heartbeat. Barry did not have the willpower to make his friend wait though. He just loved cock and had been sucking it for years. Not just John's cock, he thought as he licked the precum from the chunky head, but any cock. He had sucked many in his time, was known as a good cock licker in school. Probably one of the best, certainly up amongst even the sluttiest girls. Barry loved the girls too because he loved all sex. He was as bi as they came, just like John.
Lapping happily at his friend's cock, he worked it like a lolly pop for a while. His lips were busy and his tongue lashed away at the ridge around the other guy's head. He knew that this drove all guys wild. It was the most sensitive spot on the organ. A fact shown by John's increased erectness. Barry doubted that he could bend the guy's cock now if he wanted to. For nineteen years old John had a very virginal cock and it was easy to bring off. He could also cum several times in one night which was perfect for Barry on their sleepovers.
Lusty Barry could not stand it any longer. He opened his lips and pressed them over John's dickhead. "Go on Barry, oh yesssss!" Hissed the young man. Barry removed his hand from the cock and pushed his mouth forwards until he had swallowed three quarters of it's length. The head banged against his throat and Barry gurgled, cursing his friend's length. At nine inches it was too long to fit all of it into his mouth. He liked to try though and wiggled forwards until he'd gotten it to pop into his throat. His tongue kept working at the shaft the whole time, licking the underside. Barry gurgled again and looked up at the picture of utter bliss on his friend's face. Placing his hands onto John's groin around the base of his cock Barry began to rock backwards and forwards, fucking that beautiful dick with his mouth. He loved the way the stiffness felt between his lips, and knew that his voice would be husky tomorrow from taking the guy down his throat. He didn't care right now. All he wanted was a good dollop of cum on his vocal cords.
John was fucking back at Barry a bit by rocking on his toes. Barry tickled his balls with his thumbs, pushing them up down down the crease in the sack. He knew John loved this big time. "Yes oh yessss, you are a great cocksucker you!" Blurted John emotionally. Barry glowed with pride at his friend's comments. It was better than a great college report card! He redoubled his efforts and let his friend use him like a pussy. Each stroke inwards made him snort all of the air out of his nostrils, so that he sounded a little like a steam train.
"Hiss... puff... shlock!"
"Oh yeah, c'mon buddy!"
"Hiss... puff... schlock!"
Barry's mouth was all wet now and it sounded like a pussy grinding on a cock in some porn film. Barry liked his boys to think of him like a permanently greased pussy. They could use his mouth anytime they liked!
"OhGodI'msocloseBarry..." Garbled John.
Just as Barry knew he was about to receive a nice big helping of jism, the bedroom door banged wide open...
"What the hell is going on here!?"
CHAPTER 2
Barry couldn't believe it. It was his mom! Shit! He pulled his head back in a reflex action just as John lost his load. It splashed out of the wildly waving dick, delivering a good old spurt right to Barry's right cheek. The second splat landed on his chin and the third hit his t-shirt. Barry scurried back quickly and stood, shaking his head. "Mom! I... can explain."
He was half shocked, half angry, and all worried. "I... you shouldn't have just walked in here like that! Christ I could have been getting changed!"
His mother raised an eyebrow. "I think I found you doing something more than getting changed, Barry Andrew Luduca. Although you've certainly changed in my eyes."
"Yeah, well..." He was embarrassed and shocked. John, the sensible lad, had pulled up his pants. It was quite comical seeing him trying to button his fly around a cock that was still bolt hard and leaking cum.
Barry's mom noticed this at about the same time as Barry did. She giggled girlishly. "John, don't bother. You're just going to mess your clothes up more." She stepped into the room, her high heeled boots clicking on the varnished wood of the floor.
John gave her an angry look and finally managed to do it. He looked all defiant now.
"Why did you just walk in here, Mrs Luduca?" Asked John, his words brave but his voice quivering.
"I think I should be the one asking the questions, John Howzak. Questions like what my son is doing blowing his burly friend?"
Barry stuttered.
"Well, out with it, son. What is my academically brilliant son doing blowing the captain of the soccer team? I never had you down for a fag, Barry."
It was hard to come up with excuses or explanations for such a thing. Especially when Barry had rapidly cooling cum running down his face. Cum he wanted to taste. "We've been doing this for a bit mom. Helps us both out you know?" He was trying not to scoop the ribbons of goodness from his cheek.
"I would imagine so. Girls at College not putting out?"
"We're all nineteen, ma. They're putting out. Just not enough for me and John. We have an arrangement. Especially when the girls don't want to do it."
Barry's mom shook her long black hair. "Too busy with school work, eh? Damn these things have changed. When I was at college girls put out all the time!" She laughed. Barry took a look at his mom. She had obviously come home from work early for some reason. She was still dressed in one of her usual outfits. She wore black knee-high boots; black fishnets; and a short black silky skirt. Complementing this was a purple blouse with rolled up sleeves that she wore tight across her chest. It was also low cut enough that guys got a good view of her cleavage. Barry knew because she had bent over in front of his at the breakfast table enough time and he had seen the lacy bras she liked to wear underneath it. Her curly black hair hung around her shoulders, framing a face that was not pretty or ugly, but beautiful in a girl-next-door way. When she stood she had her legs braced apart, a sign of a powerful woman who liked to control situations. If you believed the body language experts.
At six feet three and curvy with it, Samantha Luduca had a fucking load of body language. Most of it dripped sex.
"Mmmmmm... you know guys, I wouldn't have thought to have seen this before today. I bet you didn't even consider how this would make me feel did you? When you were getting it on in here, IN MY HOUSE, how that would make me feel?"
They both looked away, embarrassed, unable to meet her crystal blue eyes. "All these DISGUSTINGLY DEPRAVED things you have been doing?"
Barry coughed and shifted nervously.
"WHEN MY BACK WAS TURNED!"
They both took a step back at the power of her voice.
"Look at me. LOOK AT ME!"
With difficulty they did.
"I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel NO REGRET. NO REMORSE AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!"
Fucking hell, thought Barry, I'm fucked. "I... mom..." But he did not feel any. He couldn't lie to his mom. Never had been able to.
