22. Zero
22
ZERO
T he night was getting late, and the fire was beginning to burn out. Zero had lost count of how many beers he had but was feeling pretty fucking awesome when he thought about it.
“I’ll throw some more wood on the fire,” Zero said, forcing himself out of the lawn chair and grabbing a few logs from the pile of wood they had set out earlier. He tossed three on and watched as the fire shot back to life.
“Woah!” everyone gasped, startled by the sudden explosive heat given off by the fire.
“I think it’s time we went back to my hotel,” Isaac said to Jared, nestling his nose up under his chin.
Jared smiled, no doubt imagining the dirty things they were about to get up to. “Yeah, it’s way past your bedtime.”
The guys laughed.
“I’m amazed you guys were able to hold off fucking as long as you did.” Levi chuckled, leaning back into Chase’s bare chest.
Zero had no idea how the chair was able to support both their weights. It wasn’t so much Levi’s weight. The damn guy weighed less than a sack of potatoes soaking wet—okay, fine. That was an exaggeration. But still, the slender twink weighed just about nothing. It was more Chase’s solid frame plus the weight of the small sack of potatoes sitting in a lawn chair that should have been retired a decade ago. Still, the stubborn chair held its shape.
“I’m good at playing hide the sausage while in public,” Isaac bragged as he pulled up his shorts which were riding low around his butt. Then the group watched as Jared adjusted the opening of his shorts.
The stealthy little bastard!
“Damn, you guys are masters!” Chase uttered, thoroughly impressed that his buddies were able to fuck without anybody being the wiser.
“I knew they were fucking,” Diesel said, raising his beer and giving the campfire a cocky grin.
“No, you didn’t,” Zero added, deciding to call Diesel out on his bullshit.
“Jared shot his load right when Levi was going on about how he ripped a hole in his favorite shirt. Jare’s left leg spasmed, and his thighs began to flex.”
All eyes turned to Jared, who was sitting there with the biggest smile plastered on his face.
“Yup. The guy knows his orgasms,” Jared confirmed, standing up next to Isaac and downing the last of his beer. “Shall we call a cab?”
Isaac nodded. He decided to book them into a hotel for the weekend when he heard that Jared and Chase were sharing a basement. He needed to get his brains fucked out, as Isaac so eloquently put it. None of the guys argued.
That left Levi and Chase the basement. Zero hoped that sound didn’t travel quite as well through multiple layers of flooring.
“We’re going to head in as well,” Chase announced, lifting Levi up and throwing him over his shoulder. Levi squealed.
The two looked so happy and in love. Love really looked good on some people. Sadly, he was not one of them.
Zero watched as the backyard emptied, leaving just him, Diesel, and a raging fire.
“Guess it’s just you and me now,” Zero noted, glancing over at his flatmate.
“I’m grabbing another beer,” Diesel grumbled, attempting to get up from his seat. It appeared that grumpy Diesel had returned to the party.
“Grab me one as well?” Zero asked, watching Diesel slowly get up. “You sure that’s a good idea?” He knew that Diesel could drink his weight in booze, but he kind of liked it when Diesel was sober enough to have a decent chat with.
“I’m not even close to being drunk,” Diesel exclaimed, twirling around in a dramatic display of sarcasm and fuck you.
The gods of justice thought differently.
Diesel stumbled and fell to his knees, dropping right between Zero’s sprawled-out legs. His hands landed right on the chunk of Zero’s thighs, just hard enough to cause him to lurch forward in his chair.
Zero tried not to laugh as he locked eyes with Diesel. “You were saying?”
Staring up at him, with flecks of orange ambers reflected in his eyes, the one-night stand that wouldn’t end stared sinfully into Zero’s questioning eyes.
There was something in those eyes gazing back at him.
Was it passion? Desire?
A need to devour his prey?
Locked in his gaze, Zero found himself being drawn more and more into them. It was like a peacefulness had fallen over him. He didn’t feel nervous or afraid. Or have the desire to throat-punch the jerk for being an idiot. Just a calming desire to give in to him.
Time seemed to stand still as the air around them grew thick.
Eyes never leaving his, Diesel’s left hand slid under Zero’s shorts and made its way across his hairy thigh.
What was happening?
Still locked in a game of visual foreplay, Zero held his breath as Diesel’s hand wrapped itself around his rapidly thickening dick.
Fuck, he was so damn horny.
“What… are…” That was all that Zero was able to get out before Diesel pulled his cock out from the side of his shorts and leaned in toward his thigh.
Zero’s eyes rolled back as warm wetness dragged itself against the underside of his balls.
Fuck. He loved having his balls licked.
So many people forget the importance of giving a guy’s balls attention. But, fuck, Diesel wasn’t forgetting a thing!
Using one hand to stroke Zero’s cock, Diesel used the other to play with his balls as he licked them in circular motions.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Zero whispered, finally giving in to the pleasure shooting up through his balls.
Through hooded lids, Zero gazed down at the tattooed stoner. He couldn’t believe how fucking hot Diesel looked while sucking on his balls.
“Right there. Jesus. Fuck, you’re a good boy,” Zero found himself gasping. Apparently, Diesel’s mouth on his balls had him whimpering all sorts of affectionate compliments.
Appearing to take no notice of Zero’s words, Diesel slid his tongue across his shaft until he reached the tip of his mushroom head. He lapped his tongue around the top twice before diving down and inhaling the whole eight inches in one fell swoop.
A desperate moan escaped his lips. Having a man swallow his cock like that was both alarming and impressive.
“Damn, boy,” Zero whimpered. Before he could say anything else, Diesel began sucking his dick like it was going out of style.
Up and down, fast and slow. Diesel swallowed his cock like his life depended on it.
“Holy. Fuck.” Zero groaned, lost in the pleasure that was Diesel’s mouth. “Jesus. Christ,” he gasped out, legs shaking as his cock and balls quivered under the hungry dancer’s lips.
Zero gripped the arms of his chair and held on for dear life. He’d never had a guy suck his dick quite this good. At this rate, he was going to bust his load any second.
Throwing his head back, Zero let the pleasure in his balls take him. There was no stopping it now.
“I… I’m—” Then it happened. His balls tightened, his lower back tingled, and he shot the biggest load he’d ever had.
Refusing to let up, Diesel continued his assault on Zero’s cock, swallowing every last drop of cum until Zero’s balls were empty and his body stopped shaking.
Panting, Zero stared up at the evening stars and wondered what the fuck had just happened? He didn’t just receive a blow job from some horny stoner dude, he experienced a ball drainage from the god of blow jobs !
Getting up from his knees and sporting the biggest woody Zero had ever seen, Diesel dropped down in the chair next to him.
“You’re welcome,” the cocky bastard said, leaning over and grabbing another beer. “It’s not every day that I swallow.”
“With skills like that, it’s a crime against humanity if you don’t.” Zero panted, still trying to catch his breath and regain feeling in his dick.
Diesel chuckled.
“Don’t get used to it. I don’t do repeats.”
Turning his head, he stared at Diesel. “We’ll see about that.”