Antara had come over to the house that night, looking to party. Antara
was my curvy redhead "girlfriend." She had been annoying me endlessly
for months, and I'd only said I would go out with her to hopefully get
her to quit calling my house, and now we'd been "seeing each other" for
about 2 1/2 weeks. I don't know where I had gotten the brilliant idea
to say yes. I guess because I just couldn't bother to say no to her,
and see her cry again. We'd kissed some, Antara and I, and she was a
good kisser, but that was all. Besides the kissing she didn't really
do anything for me even when she had her hands on my cock. The truth
is, I was not attracted to Antara. In fact, girls didn't really do
anything for me but I didn't really know what to do as an alternative.
That night, Antara had come up to my room, and nearly attacked me,
jumping on my body, kissing me deeply, stroking my body with her hands,
once again trying to elicit an empassioned response from me.
When her hands reached for the zipper of my pants I told he, "Antara,
I'm not really in the mood-"
"What?" She asked, laughing. "You're a man. You're supposed to always
be in the mood!"
She undid my pants despite my argument, and began to play with my cock.
She rubbed it for a long time, trying to get a response from me, but I
remained flaccid. She then looked at me quite naughtily and took my
cock into her mouth. Mr. Peep still wasn't working. He refused to get
hard in her mouth.
"I guess I drank too much, Antara. I'm sorry." I responded lamely when
she became too frustrated, and stood up to leave.
Her face was twisted in anger, and confusion. "You're always sorry.
You must be fucking gay if you can't get hard with a woman like me."
She didn't give me a chance to respond to that. She just stormed
downstairs.
I didn't worry too much about what she had said. If I couldn't get
hard, I couldn't get hard. It wasn't *my* fault. So I watched tv
after a little bit, I fell asleep for a while. I lay in my room by
myself, flipping through the channels, whiskey in my hand. It must
have been 2 in the morning when Jack stumbled into the room. His pants
were loose about his waist, open, his big hard uncircumcised cock
hanging out of his boxers bouncing as he walked. I wasn't so drunk
that I didn't notice that. Nor was I so drunk like I had thought that
I couldn't get hard. I felt my interest peaking looking at my
disheveled roommate.
He tumbled into the bed, his cheeks flushed with excitement, his eyes
glossy and chocolatey. He looked at me and asked me what I was
watching on TV.
"Oh just some fashion show."
"Are you serious? Since when do you watch them?"
By this point I was sobering up, and able to really look at him. Jack,
sweet Jack. One of those guys girls put posters of up in their room,
because he honestly doesn't know how cute he is.
I was overwhelmed by my own thoughts. Had I honestly just thought of
Jack as cute?
No, he wasn't cute. He was hot. Definitely hot and sexy.
"It's the only thing that was remotely interesting on the telly. Of
course you're here right now, and you're far more interesting than the
tv." I responded. I was shocked by what I had allowed to exit my
mouth. Was I actually flirting with him?
"Well thank you," he responded playfully. Was he flirting back? Did he
know how hard my cock was right now?
Was this what I needed? Jack? My best friend? What would it be like
to kiss him? What would it be like to hold him in my arms?
A silence grew between us that must have seem to last forever in
drunkland for him, before I couldn't fight this idea growing in my head
anymore, or the erotic images my mind was forming as we spoke. And so
I gave in. I grabbed Jack by the back of the head, and I laid my lips
on his eagerly. His lips were velvety, and soft, but he also tasted of
the whiskey. That didn't stop me. When his mouth opened for mine, I
felt my cock jump again, and I slid my tongue into his mouth. I gave
him deeper kisses because he did not pull away. He even seemed to be
enjoying himself. With each stroke of my tongue against his, his own
actions became bolder and my cock grew harder. I wanted to know if he
was still hard. I needed to know. I needed to know if he was turned
on as much as I was.
His cock was rock hard, fully aroused and fully at attention when I
reached for it. I circled it about him, still kissing him, overjoyed
that he moaned into my mouth as I touched him. He moaned louder as I
began to stroke him.
My pants were feeling far too cumbersome, and to my shock he reached for
me for a moment, then pulled away.
With my other hand, I decided to encourage him. I undid my pants, and
wriggled them down below my buttocks. I seized one of his free hands
in mine and pushed it down my pants to where my twitching cock was
hidden. I couldn't believe my body's response to him. I had never
been this aroused in my whole entire life.
He pulled back to look at me for a moment. There was indecision there,
doubt, and then there was a flash of blatant hunger, as he held my
cock in his hand and I continued to stroke him.
"Stroke me, Jack." I breathed, trying to be patient, but needing his
touch like air. "Stroke me like you want to."
"What?" He asked, unsure again, as I worked over his knob.
"Kiss me again, Jack." He kissed me, his tongue to be the one in my
mouth. The touch of his tongue against mine, made my cock bounce in
his grip.
"Now stroke me Jack," I breathed into his mouth, before entangling my
own tongue in his. As our kiss deepened again, I felt his unsure hand
work over my cock, and I pressed my body closer to his.
I slowed down to match his rhythym, and as he began to pump more
swiftly, my speed again elevated to match his. When he jerked back his
head and moaned loudly, I took his neck into my mouth, and began to
suck on it. I knew there would be a hickey left on him, and he must've
known that too, but he didn't pull away for a long moment.
I felt him twitching, and I knew he was close to his own release, but I
didn't want this moment to end yet. A circlejerk to be forgotten and
laughed off as just another drunk moment? That just wouldn't do. Or
for him to leave me unsated, my cock hard and bouncing in the breeze,
and him not to do anything about it?
"Do you trust me, Jack?" I asked.
"Yes." He moaned, in intense agreement.
"Do you want this?" I responded, rubbing him from his balls to the head
of his cock, slowly down in my response to him, not wanting him to cum
yet.
"I'm soo horny, Matt." He confessed, his hand growing more eager in its
administrations upon my hardened member.
"What do you want?" I asked as he pumped my cock in his hand.
"Whatever you want." He breathed.
"I want to know that what I want it what you want." I responded in all
seriousness.
"What?"
"Do you want me?"
"It appears I do."
"What?" That was a lousy answer.
"I want you Matt. I want anything you're willing to give me."
I felt him continue to stroke me as I unbuttoned his flannel shirt,
exposing his taut slender body. How funny that his body would be so
small, and he would have such a large cock. To my surprise, I felt him
push my boxers down off my bottom, so that I lay almost bare to him.
With this encouragement, I slithered the rest of the way out of my
clothes, naked with him, kissing his neck, feeling his cock poke me in
the belly. I wanted to touch him, but at the same time, I wanted more.
A lot more. I wanted the whole experience. I had to know if this was
the dream I had needed my whole entire life but had never known. I
allowed his hand to slide off my cock as I slid down his body, leaving
love bites and hickies as I descended downward. I spent a good time
lathing his nipples with my tongue, feeling his cock bounce against me.
I licked my tongue down from his nipples, a beeline to his belly button,
then skipped to his purple helmet.
"Your cock is so huge," I told him. "I want to taste it."
"I want you to taste it," he confessed as I let my fingers run across
the length of his cock and caress his balls.
I pinched his cock in the way I do when I am masturbating myself and
want to have my load hold off, before I rubbed the helmet against my
lips, my tongue sliding out between my lips to moisten the head, to
taste a dot of precum. I heard him moan, and was so aroused that it
was me making him moan. Encouraged, I began to stuff my face with his
hot large cock. I wondered if my mouth was small because it was hard
to wrap my whole mouth around that big old cock. I bobbed gently over
the head before I slowly began to slide as much of that cock in my
mouth as possible. I managed to fit most of it, in my mouth, and I
began to massage his balls the way I like them done, hoping he would
like it.
Him moaning my name out loud allowed me the benefit of knowing he
enjoyed what I was doing to him. With each stroke I shoved more of his
cock into my mouth as my throat relaxed, until I found myself nestled
in his curls.
I sucked on him until I thought I would explode all over the bed, before
I pulled away and looked into his eyes.
He looked hurt, confused. "Do you want me to jack off the rest?"
"No. I want more."
This would be a night where we both did more than we ever had before.
New things. Exciting things. I was going to make him change both our
worlds.
"You want me to go down on you?" He asked, seeming quite eager to not
have this night end himself.
I paused. I wondered what it would feel like to have him wrap his mouth
around my cock, as Antara had. Would my cock go soft as it had for
her?
"No. I have a more interesting idea," I confessed. "I want you to make
love to me, Jack." I explained.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He kissed me then for a long passionate moment before he
positioned me a little roughly into a doggy stlye position. His
eagerness turned me on immensely.
"You want me to slide my cock into you?" He said with his cock tapping
at my back door, panting over me as he got ready to hump me.
"Yes." I moaned, not even sure his huge member would fit inside me, but
wanting to try.
"You want me to slide my big old trunk into you?" He asked, rubbing his
cock against my asshole.
"Fuck me, Jack!" I cried out, as he reached around to stroke my cock,
lessening the initial discomfort as he pushed the head into me. I
tried to relax as he slid more and more of his length into me. Then he
had both of his hands on either hip as he used them for leverage to fit
more of his cock into me. He had called it a trunk and maybe that was
more fitting, at least a branch. Definitely not a twig. He pulled
back for a moment, the head of his big helmet catching inside me, and
making me gasp.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
"No. Slide more of it into me, Jack. I want to feel all of you" I
begged.
Slowly he worked his full length into me, his helmet rubbing against my
gland in an awkward manner at first. I moaned louder to encourage
him. Fortunately that worked, and he wrapped a hand around me and
began to stroke me again, proving he was truly a generous lover. As he
did this he began to pump into me.
I wanted to cum in his hand, but also I wanted to wait. I wanted to
explore the glorious feelings he was making me feel by pushing into me.
He wasn't going to be patient, though. His speed increased as I
moaned louder, and before I knew it, I was feeling his balls slap
against my own, making me tingle.
Before I could think of releasing, he rammed the full length of his cock
and released his load deep inside my ass, twitching right against my
prostrate.
I almost came again.
To my surprise, after he pulled out, he turned me over onto my back and
he quickly gulped my cock deep into his mouth, working over it like a
pro.
"Oh Jack!" I cried out, his tongue working over me as he sucked, his
nails scraping gently against my balls, moaning continuously as he
fucked me with his mouth. I wanted to scream that I needed him, but
instead, I cried out, "Yes! Suck it, Jack!" And with that, my
restraint was gone. "I'm gonna cum, Jack!"
I thought he would pull away, and I reached down to finish myself off,
but he pushed away my hand and kept sucking me. Before I could hold
off one moment longer, my cock erupted deep inside his mouth.
He sucked down every last drop, and made appreciative noises as he did.
Afterwards, he looked up into my eyes and lovingly announced, "You are
yummy."
If I could have gone again right then and made my cock rise, I would
have.
I did, however reach for him and kiss him. "Thank you, Jack."
"For what?" He asked, a lazy grin on his face. "You're the one who made
me cum."
I frowned. Was that all this was about? Didn't he know this had been
more than just a fuck?
I wanted to ask him, but I didn't get the chance. The liquor set in,
and he very quickly passed out next to me.
I curled up to him, and worshipped him in his sleep with my hands, and
my eyes.
Now if only I can tell him when he wakes up. If only he'll remember
when he's sober.
If only...
And if not, I'll just have to pretend he didn't do this to me. That he
didn't finally make me aroused, that I hadn't finally responded to
someone. That he had proven that I wasn't frigid. That he hadn't
shown me that I was gay. That he hadn't shown me why it wasn't and
would never work between myself and Antara.
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