8===> Turkey day comes with a big bomb
Mom and grams had gone the extra mile with Thanksgiving dinner. Between the butter-glazed, Godzilla-sized turkey jammed with homemade stuffing; more side dishes than you find at a good church social; and four different pies for dessert; we were all destined to be pigging out all day. Derek had shown up just before noon and he dragged me off to the barn right away to make sure we had a good appetite. The smoke he brought along was fantastic and by the time we headed back for the house, more than just my stomach was rumbling with desire. Not seeing him for a while stirred the passion I felt but couldn't let out fully. The tight Wranglers I had on, should have left nothing to his imagination. They were showing a constant bulge from the erection that just being close to him caused.
"Somebody forget to beat off before breakfast?" was the joking reference he made as he playfully smacked my crotch in the barn. I poked back at the lump that was showing in his Levis and tried to match the wide grin on his face. I wanted so bad to just drop to my knees right then and make love to his tool, but he stopped me as I tried to undo his jeans. "After we eat bro," and a big toothy smile was all it took for him to convince me to wait. Minutes later we were walking into the kitchen and were quickly drafted into helping get the final dishes to the dining room table.
After gramps said grace, we all dived in and filled our plates. In keeping with the holiday, as we ate, we all discussed the various things that we were thankful for...health, happiness, my college venture, Brad's career starting, and of course all the food. I noticed that Derek had been slightly evasive when my Dad had asked about his job. His short 'Going real good, sir,' response was almost too contrived. Something was up, but he evidently had no plans of sharing it at the table.
I shrugged my shoulders and piled more mashed potatoes on my plate instead of pushing for more information. By the time we were having to decide between Mom's cherry pie and Gram's spicy pumpkin, I was ready to unsnap the top button on my jeans...and not for what I usually wanted to with Derek. I grinned at him and took the liberty of being able to pat his tummy right in front of everyone. "You are looking preggo buddy," went along with my hand motions to his bulged stomach. Everyone laughed and I popped a bone that reminded me just how much he affected me. Thankfully the long table cloth hid it from everyone but Derek. He only grinned and did a return tummy stroke and asked if I knew who the father was of mine. Pretty sure I blushed redder than the cranberry sauce at that one since I knew who I wanted to knock me up. Damn! I couldn't even get through a simple holiday meal without wanting to make love with my best friend.
A cursory glance at the clock on the wall said we had about a half hour or so to kill before the kick off of the first game. Derek noticed it too, and beat me to suggesting a quick jog to burn off some calories. The grin on his face said he probably wanted some more dessert, but in a little more private setting. We quickly excused ourselves and headed straight for the barn. There was no doubt in my mind what he wanted when he came up with the idea of crashing out in the hay loft for a little while. As we climbed the ladder up to the secluded spot, I couldn't help myself from playing a little grab-ass with his cute butt. Plus, I wanted him to know just how much I wanted him. I hadn't jacked off that morning and was ready for any action Derek was up for. Hell...the amount of chubbies that he had caused just during dinner, had my cum makers begging for release.
Once up top, I became more brazen and just spun him around in front of me. My eyes had to have been blazing as I stared into his and began undoing the snap on his Levis. Derek did a typical Derek thing and just stood there grinning at me and permitting me to begin to strip him. His hard cock made it difficult to get the jeans down, but with a little help from him, I soon had them bunched around his ankles. I ran my hands up under his pullover and brushed my fingers lightly over the nipples. I knew how that always put him that much more in the mood and smiled to myself when I watched his eyes snap shut and a soft moan escape his lips. His hands went to my back and then up to my neck. Both my thumbs and forefingers pinched gently at the hard nubs they found. Derek's knees quivered noticeably as I rolled the tips between them and his hands moved yet higher to twist in my hair. Within seconds of replacing one set of fingers with my mouth and chewing on his man tit, he was huffing out one word: "Please," and exerting downward pressure on my head.
Derek didn't need to use any words...just concede to my lust was all. I think he knew that, but had come to realize that a few little vocals from him tended to make me even hornier and therefore more into pleasing him. As he kept playing in my thick locks, I kissed my way south down across his abs and teasing his belly button with my tongue. By the time my teeth had a grip on the wide waistband of his Diesel boxer briefs, he was kicking out of the jeans wrapped around his feet and shifting backwards towards the closet couple of hay bales. I used my pearlies to tug down the undies and he dropped his naked ass to the hay with his long legs spread wide. That intoxicating smile ate me alive and I dropped my head between his thighs and began to tongue bathe his nether region. The limited amount of communication between us about our couplings...during or after...had made me fine tune my ability to know what set him off the best and to always try something new to keep him stimulated for more. Sometimes the experimentation got a grunt of semi-displeasure and I made a mental note to not go there again; but oft times, a new spot or technique brought a passionate whimper. That went into the brain notes for future reference also. I may be damn near a virgin, but I had already figured out one important thing about being a good lover: variety!
When I used my teeth to tug at the extra heavy fur on the inside of his thighs this time, I got both a loud whimper and squirm. I moved my lips on up and did the same to his ball sac. His legs spread even wider and his torso went spread eagle on the hale bale. I had suckled his nuts before, but never intensely and never roughly. For some reason I had decided to go there this time and I quickly found the line between pleasurable pain and too much. After a few minutes of chewing and pulling and licking and pinching each nut between my lips softly, Derek was more open to me than I had ever seen him. I hadn't even touched his cock, and it was pooling pre juice all over his treasure trail. He was biting his upper lip and both hands were grasping the hay as I continued to make love to his full balls. I had unzipped myself and was slow stroking as I slid my tongue under his balls and across the knot there. Using my free hand, I pushed them aside and chewed hard on it knowing that it could take the abuse.
"Awwww fuck!" was accompanied with a wild thrashing of Derek's arms. Obviously he was totally enjoying being taught something else new.
I continued with my munching and then decided to push him to the verge of total ecstasy. My lips and teeth kept working the hard spot between his nuts and taint, but I occasionally just licked at it. When I allowed my tongue to slip to the very edge of his virgin rosebud and flicked it, the reaction was unbelievable.
"Holy hell on a cracker!" The near scream came along with Derek's upper torso snapping almost straight up on the hay bale, grabbing my head, and pinning it firmly to his man twat. The accompanying moans that followed were ones of joy.
Obviously, I had never eaten ass before, but I just did what seemed natural and soon had him literally sweating in the chill of the late November air. After just a few moments of my attention to a place I was certain none of his many female scores had ever been, his mood changed though. He grabbed my ears and yanked my mouth off his man cunt and quickly and roughly jammed it down on his shaft. Completely unlike him, he also added: "Suck me off Brad. Fucking suck my hard cock. Now!"
Looking back...I probably caused thoughts he wasn't at all ready to process. I mentally shrugged and went to work on his tool with the same fervor I had shown his ass. His fingers were laced behind my head and he helped my desire along by face fucking me like he never had before. I think it turned him on even more as I took it like the man I was. As his hips begin to buck faster into my chin, I also increased the tempo of my own fist. I was so into him at the moment that I didn't even care whether he touched me or not. I don't think I even wanted him to...just let him know that he owned me completely if he wanted it as much as I did.
"Hey boys! You are missing the game!" exploded in my ears at the same time Derek's cock erupted in my throat.
