By: Lucas Miller
I had known Josh since we were in grade school. We were the best of friends and inseparable at that time. When I was twelve he moved to Virginia and we would only see each other once a year after that. We continued to be great friends, writing to each other and calling when we were allowed, and more recently, e-mailing each other.
When we did visit one another, I was struck by the physical changes that took place as the years went by. I remembered that he was a thin kid at twelve. He had dark hair, green eyes, and olive skin. He was always active and popular with everyone that crossed his path. Now, nearly seven years later, he was still thin, but not gangly. I could tell that he was involved in athletics, as he appeared to have no body fat and nicely formed muscles on his arms.
I hadn't seen Josh at this point for about a year and a half. I had asked him to come to my graduation party, but he had gone to California with his parents for his own graduation present. We had tried to get together since, but with college starting, it was more difficult. When I learned that I would have an early spring break, I called him and suggested I hang out with him at his college during that week. He agreed and the arrangements were made.
I arrived late in the evening and Josh met me outside his dorm. We hugged each other and headed up to his room. We weren't alone; his roommate, Marc, was sitting at his desk reading.
Josh introduced us. "This is my roommate Marc, and Marc, this is my best friend Adam."
"Nice to meet you," Marc smiled broadly as he shook my hand.
"You, too," I replied.
"I've got big plans for tonight," Josh said to me. "There's this huge party right off-campus. There are tons of people I want you to meet."
"Sounds good to me." I looked around the room for a place to set my stuff.
"Oh, bad news. You're gonna have to sleep on the floor. You can use my sleeping bag if you want."
"No problem."
"You can use my bed," Marc said.
"No, the floor is fine." Marc was smiling again and I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Well, we should get ready for the party," Josh suggested as he started gathering his bathroom stuff. "Do you need a shower?"
"Probably a good idea. It's been a long trip."
"And you smell like hell, too." Josh slapped me on the back and laughed. "Let's get that foul smell off of you."
I got a change of clothes and followed him to the community showers. I'm not sure what got me going, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Josh. He removed his shirt, revealing a hairless stomach and chest. He appeared to be working out. He was trim and well-defined. I felt nervous for some reason, and thoughts of seeing him naked excited me. He removed his jeans, standing only in his boxers and socks.
"You planning on taking a shower in your clothes?" Josh laughed.
That shook me out of my daze, but my dick was starting to get hard. "I guess I'm just a little tired."
He laughed. "Whatever you say." With that, he pulled his boxers off and quickly turned away. I only got a glimpse of his cock. It seemed to be about four inches limp, and his balls hung low.
I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist to hide my semi-erect prick. What was happening? This was my best friend. He wasn't gay… and I wasn't gay. Was I?
I stayed in the shower until my semi-erection had subsided. Thankfully, there were individual stalls and I could hide behind the curtain.
When I was done I dried off in the shower stall and wrapped the towel around my waist just in case I had a sudden pop-up. Josh was already out of the shower and sitting completely naked on one of the benches. On the one hand, I admired the way he just sat there without shame, while on the other I wished he would get dressed so that I wouldn't be distracted.
I groaned as my cock reacted to my friend sitting with his legs spread apart giving me a clear view of his cock and balls. It looked bigger than I had thought earlier.
My clothes were beside him, so there wasn't any way to avoid him. I turned away from him so that my back was to him, but if someone were to pass by they would definitely see my growing dick.
Wouldn't you know it… someone did. Marc passed by us wearing only a towel. He smiled at me, glanced down at my cock, then at Josh. His smile got a little bigger.
Josh suddenly spoke. "Take a look at this." I turned my head. He pointed to his toe where blood was trickling onto the floor.
"What happened?" I turned completely around forgetting my half hard-on.
"I don't know. I guess I cut it on something."
"Well, it's really bleeding." I squatted down and put my towel on the bleeding toe to apply pressure. "Does it hurt?" I looked up at him realizing I was almost eye-level to his cock. I swallowed hard. I thought I saw it move slightly.
"Not really," he replied. His eyes dropped briefly from my eyes to my crotch and I felt nervous again. He then lifted his foot and lightly caressed my balls.
I gasped and my cock twitched.
"Sorry, buddy." He lowered his foot again.
I couldn't answer. I glanced at his cock and it was semi-erect now. Maybe he was feeling what I was feeling. I thought I would test it.
I put one hand on his knee while I continued to apply pressure to his toe. "How does that feel?" I asked while spreading my fingers to stretch out against his thigh.
"Good." He looked around. Except for Marc, who was in the showers, we were alone. He raised his good foot again and kept it at my balls. He slowly moved it under them, touching them gently.
My cock was now completely hard.
"Boy have you grown," he smiled. He took his foot and ran it over my cock. I thought I was going to explode.
My hand moved closer to his cock and he too was hard. I found his balls and held them in my hand. I moaned and increased the motion of his foot on my dick.
"We have to hurry," he said. "Marc will be right back."
I grabbed his cock at the base and felt its hardness. His toes tickled the tip of my own cock, smearing some of the pre-cum on it. I slowly began to jerk him off. "Shit that feels so good… just a little faster."
I increased my rhythm and without warning his cum flew from his cock. The first spurt landed in my hair. The remainder fell on his legs and down my hand. He was flush and grinned with pleasure.
His foot had fallen to the floor when he started to cum. With his cum all over my hand, I used it as lube to jerk myself off. It took little to finish the job. I came over his leg.
Without a word we cleaned up and dressed.
It had been about two hours since Josh and I had gotten each other off in the shower. Josh said nothing of the incident, giving no indication whether he was happy or upset with what had occurred. I wanted to talk with him about it to figure out if he was gay or, for that matter, if I was gay. But we didn't get the opportunity - A few of Josh's friends were waiting for us in his dorm and we were rushed off to the party.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of Josh as we drove to the party, and when we got there I wanted to be by his side like some pathetic date. Josh seemed to take little notice. He was the life of the party; everyone flocked to him and soon I was on the outside of his social circle.
I found a seat near the door and debated whether I should get a cab back to the dorm. I decided to wait it out a little while, consuming too much beer too quickly. Of course, as I drank more, my thoughts on what had happened earlier increased. I squirmed in my chair to adjust the growing hardness in my pants.
Finally, it was too much and I knew I needed to just go and jerk off somewhere.
I scouted out the place, but the bathroom had a line and all the rooms had other drunken students in them. I walked out the back door and was pleased to find it in mostly darkness. I casually made my way back behind the garage. I sighed with relief to find it deserted. Taking one last look around, I unzipped my pants and removed my hard cock. I spit on my hands and began jerking off.
I thought of Josh coming out and discovering me. With a smile, he would drop his jeans to his knees and start caressing his beautiful cock. I closed my eyes to better live the fantasy. Josh would let go of his own dick and grab mine with both hands, then he would fall to his knees and…
"Whoa!" The voice brought me back to reality. To my right was a young black guy that looked as surprised as I was.
"Shit," was all I could say as I struggled to put my hard dick away. I must have looked silly because the guy chuckled softly.
"Didn't mean to disturb you," he said taking a few steps closer to me. "Having a bad night, too?"
I had managed to put my dick in my pants, but it was still fully erect and straining against the inside. "I suppose it has been a bad night," I responded as casually as I could.
"Yeah, my girl just left with another guy."
"Sorry to hear that."
"It's nothing. I was just using her for blowjobs," he chuckled again. "There ain't nothing like a good blowjob, ain't that right?"
I nodded, trying to will my cock to soften. But as the guy slowly moved closer to me, all I could think of was what it would be like to give this guy the blowjob he probably had planned on getting from his girl at some point that night. I didn't dare ask him, though; not outside this crowded party. What if he got angry and hurt me, or told everyone inside what I had suggested.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked. I assumed he meant just hanging out to take a breather from the party.
I nodded my head again. He took one final step toward me so that we were about two feet from each other.
"My name's Carl," he said extending his hand.
When I reached out to take it, he pulled it back suddenly.
"That's not the same hand you were beating off with, is it?"
My heart stopped a second, and then he laughed. "Just kidding. To be honest with you, I came back here to do the same."
I was slightly relieved and tried to be more relaxed. "I guess when you gotta, you gotta."
"That's for sure. You mind if I take mine out?" His hands were at his jeans, opening the button before I responded.
"No, go ahead. I was almost done anyway."
"Almost done, but not done," he replied. "Why don't you join me? It's not so depressing when there are two lonely guys beating off outside the biggest party in town," he said, laughing quietly.
I thought about it a moment. I wish the guy had been Josh, but he wasn't. No one would need to know, and we would only be jerking off. It's not like we were going to have sex.
We unzipped our pants at the same time. When he removed his cock I almost lost all the air in my lungs. Not only did he have a piece of meat that was at least nine inches long, it appeared to be twice as thick as mine.
"You like what you see?" he grinned at me.
"It's massive!" was all I could say. I was jerking my cock so hard that I had to stop for fear of ripping it from my body.
"Go ahead and touch it." He held out his hand and I took it.
Slowly he lowered my hand to his cock. I could barely wrap my fingers around it. The heat coming from it was intense. I wanted a better look at it. I wanted much more than a better look; I wanted to give him the blowjob he had been denied. I knelt in front of him.
"Oh yeah, you slut. You want to suck this big cock, don't you?"
His words were lost to me. He didn't have to ask me to suck him. He couldn't have stopped me from doing it. Josh was completely out of my mind. My one true thought was giving my first blowjob.
I opened my mouth as widely as I could and took his engorged cockhead into my mouth. My jaw hurt as I lowered my lips down an inch of his shaft.
"Fuck, man! Suck on that shit!" He pushed deeper inside my mouth, but I choked on him. He laughed above me. "Too much dick for you, huh?" But that didn't stop him. He held my head and began putting more of it inside me. "Play with my nuts."
I reached up and grabbed the enormous set of balls. They hung low and loosely from his body.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth giving my jaw a break. "Suck on my nut sack."
I lifted his cock and ran my tongue down its shaft to his waiting balls. They were about the size of golf balls and I could fit only one in my mouth at a time.
As I worked on his balls, I jerked myself off again so furiously that I felt it would be the last time I would ever be able to do so.
"You're a good cocksucker," he moaned. "Better than that bitch." He pulled at my hair, lifting my lips back to his cock. "Take it all, cock-slut. Fuck me with your mouth."
I stretched my jaw and took him back into my mouth. He seemed thicker than before. He pushed as far as he could and I managed to avoid gagging. With such great energy and rhythm, he began fucking my mouth. One second his cock was deep in my throat, the next I was barely tasting its tip.
This continued for a pleasurable eternity. Then he pulled out and shot a colossal load all over my face. He cried out with pleasure as he stroked his long, thick dick, milking the last of his load out of it.
With me still on my knees, and my hand clutching my own cock, he put his dick back in his jeans and walked away. I was angry. How could he just leave after shooting his load on my face? Yet, I was also relieved, glad we didn't have to spend some awkward moments talking about how nice the weather was that evening before going our separate ways.
There was some noise coming from the backyard. Although I hadn't accomplished the initial purpose of this getaway, I stood up and put my cock back in my pants, wiped the cum from my face, and headed back to the party.
I called a cab from the party. Josh had disappeared among the other partygoers and, frankly, I didn't want to put the effort into finding him. He had his own life here and it was apparent that the years of being apart, or the earlier encounter we had in the showers, had put an irreparable gap in our friendship.
That wasn't to say that I had resolved all my feelings for him. I had truly enjoyed the feel of his cock on my fingers and could never forget how I was able to bring him off. The expression on his face was unlike any I had ever experienced. I had made him very happy for those few brief minutes, and that created a wonderful satisfaction in me.
But now I was disappointed in him. I even tried to convince myself that I hated him. I blamed him for the nausea I felt for drinking too much. I blamed him for the expense of having to travel to his college. I blamed him for having to take a lonely cab ride back to a lonely, foreign dorm room. I didn't blame him for sucking my first cock behind the garage, but I managed to blame him for the sore jaw I got during that encounter with the guy's thick cock.
So I took the cab. When the cabbie saw me, I was certain he recognized me as an out-of-towner. I could have sworn he took me through several counties before dropping me off at the dorm. I paid the exorbitant fee, cursed Josh's name under my breath, and headed into the dorm. All I wanted to do was get washed up and go to bed, with the hope that I would awaken with a healed jaw. I strongly considered leaving early the next morning.
I entered the dorm room and found Marc standing by his bed wearing only a pair of boxers. He had a look of surprise on his face when he saw me there. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the boxers he had on were mine. What the hell? Who thought this night could get worse?
"What are you doing?" I managed to ask through my anger and confusion. "Why the hell are you wearing my underwear?"
"Sorry, I…"
"Please, just take them off." I just wanted this whole night to end. Forget the explanation; just give me my damn drawers! I tried to remain calm, though.
He stepped out of my boxers and nervously walked over to me. "Listen, I know this looks strange."
I raised my eyebrows as if he had just mentioned the most obvious statement uttered by man.
"Okay, it is strange." He handed me my warm boxers, then turned away from me. He was well past embarrassed, but he continued to try to explain. "I'm sure Josh told you that I'm gay."
"Never brought it up," I grumbled.
My gaze fell to his ass. He had a slim build but had nice muscle tone all over his body. He looked as if he was an active person who either lifted weights or was involved in some sports. His ass cheeks were solid muscle and had identical dimples on each cheek. I tried to focus on my anger and less on wanting to touch him.
"Well, I am gay," he stated as he turned around.
To my disappointment, his hands covered his cock.
"When I first saw you, I liked you… I mean I really felt I knew you. Josh talks about you all the time, so I wasn't surprised to find that you were a nice guy. But that moment I saw you I felt connected to you."
I tried not interrupting his B-movie soliloquy, but it really was becoming too much.
"But I didn't think you were gay," he finished.
"I'm not."
He didn't seem to hear me and I wondered if I had said it louder than a whisper.
"Then I saw you in the shower with Josh."
That got my attention.
"What? What do you mean?
"I saw you jerking him off."
This time I turned away embarrassed. "I don't know what you saw, but…"
"It's okay. I'm not trying to freak you out. But I did see you. I was standing around the corner with the shower on. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen."
I heard him walking toward me and then felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and we looked into one another's eyes. "Please don't tell him you know," I said.
His closeness was making my heart race and I thought I might hyperventilate. He truly was beautiful. His dark eyes scanned my face.
"I won't tell him, but I am sure he wouldn't care."
"Why?"
He took a step back and his eyes lowered slightly. I got a look at his fully naked body now. His chest was smooth and, despite his dark hair, his arms and legs were only dusted with thin, light hair. The hair around his cock was as dark as that on his head, and in the center of it was a limp, perfectly formed circumcised dick. He must have seen me studying him because he placed his hands back over his cock.
"Josh and I have done stuff."
"Really?" I was pissed and excited by this.
"Josh doesn't consider himself gay, I'll tell you that straight off."
"So you seduced him?"
"Hell, no!" Now he was angry. "He comes to me. I have never gone to him. Some nights he doesn't come back here. Other nights he brings a girl with him and they fuck while I pretend to sleep. Then there are other nights when he is really drunk and can't find a girl to go home with or convince to have a quick screw with him in his bed. Those nights, he comes to me."
"That doesn't sound like Josh."
"Josh isn't picky. He's just horny all the time. He doesn't care if a girl sucks his dick or I do. He just wants to get off."
This was way too much for me. I was sure that I had caused such pleasure in Josh. I suddenly felt used, like just some random person who had been a convenience to get him off. I shook my head with disgust.
"Hey, listen, don't be upset. Josh is Josh. He's a great guy, but needs sex all the time."
He stepped back toward me. He extended both arms to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His brown eyes caught mine and he said, "You're a great guy, too, even better than what Josh had told me. I am sorry for going through your stuff and putting on your underwear, but I wanted to be close to you even if it was only by wearing something of yours."
My anger had started to go away. I thought about Josh coming in late at night and having Marc suck him off. I was also becoming strangely attracted to the guy in front of me. Quick images of him taking my cock in his mouth and me doing the same to him flashed through my racing mind. With little thought I bent my head forward and kissed his lips. He pushed me back with both hands and I felt as if I had made a huge mistake.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
My hand moved to his dick and I took it in my hand. "Yes."
He brought his lips back to mine and we kissed passionately. His tongue opened my lips and darted in and out of my mouth. His hands slid around my waist and squeezed my ass.
The cock in my hand began to grow and I slowly ran my hand over it. When we broke from our kiss, he took a half step back and pulled my shirt up. I temporarily let go of his now fully erect cock so that I could raise my hands to remove the shirt. With that done I replaced my hand. He was by no means as long or thick as the dick I had sucked earlier. It was about seven inches long and probably as thick as my own. I knew that my jaw would be safe if I were to put him in my mouth.
Marc lowered his head and kissed the center of my chest. He ran his tongue to my nipple and sucked on it. The pleasure was intense. His tongue moved toward my sternum and he kissed the center of my ribcage. He brushed my hand away from his pulsing cock and knelt in front of me. His mouth never left my body. His warm tongue made a trail from my sternum to my navel. He put the tip of it into my belly button and then moved to the waist of my pants.
His tongue still protruding from his mouth, he looked up at me and smiled. Gently he undid my pants and lowered the zipper. His hands pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them.
He caressed my hard dick through my boxers, starting at its base and moving up to its sensitive tip. Again he looked up at me and smiled, then lowered his mouth to my covered cock and sucked on it through the thin cloth. I wasn't sure how long I could last. I pushed his head away and pulled down my underwear. They fell to the floor and I kicked them aside.
Marc immediately took me into his warm mouth. It was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. The only girl I had ever dated – the only girl I had ever been with, for that matter - would venture to even suggest going down on me and, although I had fantasized about it, nothing prepared me for the warmth, the wetness, the movement of tongue over my shaft and head. I was lost in a world of my own pleasure. If I had sucked cock this well, then the man behind the garage went home a very, very happy man.
Then he stopped. He stood up and led me to the bed. He laid me down on my back and got on top of me. Our mouths connected and we kissed like longtime lovers. My cock was pressed against his and I moved my hips to grind against him. He broke the kiss and rolled off to the side of me. He looked me in the eyes and whispered seductively, "I want you to fuck me."
I had never thought about fucking him; not once. I considered my options but remembering the sight of his ass so many minutes ago swayed my decision. I nodded and his face lit up.
He jumped from the bed and went to his desk. From the bottom drawer, he pulled out some lube and brought it back to the bed. He coated my cock with the slippery substance, almost bringing me to orgasm.
He then handed me a little of the lube. "Put it on my ass." He got on the bed, climbed over me, and got on all fours.
I took the lubricant and put some around his waiting hole. "Cover your finger with it and put it in my ass."
I followed his instructions and inserted my index finger into his asshole. He moaned with pleasure as I slowly fucked him with it.
"Okay, now put it in me."
I positioned myself behind him and took a brief look at his butt. His balls hung several inches from his ass and I reached down and took both in my greasy hand. I moved my hand down the length of his hard dick, and then returned to his ass. My cock was the hardest I had ever remembered it to be and I prayed that I would at least get it inside him before shooting my load all over the place.
I guided the tip of my cock to his hole and slowly pushed forward. It was a tight fit, but I pushed farther into him. When I managed to get most of my dick inside of him, I grabbed a hold of his hips and began fucking him. The warmth of his mouth was nothing compared to the heat of his ass. I picked up my rhythm and soon was slamming the entire length of my cock into him. My balls slapped against his ass.
Marc groaned below me. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" His butt cheeks tightened around my cock and with a final thrust into him I knew I was going to cum. I pulled out of him and squirted my hot cum all over his firm ass.
Marc collapsed face down on the bed. He sighed deeply. "That was great." He rolled over.
I took his swollen cock in my still slippery hands. I gazed into his eyes as I jerked him off. Had I found a new best friend?
When we did visit one another, I was struck by the physical changes that took place as the years went by. I remembered that he was a thin kid at twelve. He had dark hair, green eyes, and olive skin. He was always active and popular with everyone that crossed his path. Now, nearly seven years later, he was still thin, but not gangly. I could tell that he was involved in athletics, as he appeared to have no body fat and nicely formed muscles on his arms.
I hadn't seen Josh at this point for about a year and a half. I had asked him to come to my graduation party, but he had gone to California with his parents for his own graduation present. We had tried to get together since, but with college starting, it was more difficult. When I learned that I would have an early spring break, I called him and suggested I hang out with him at his college during that week. He agreed and the arrangements were made.
I arrived late in the evening and Josh met me outside his dorm. We hugged each other and headed up to his room. We weren't alone; his roommate, Marc, was sitting at his desk reading.
Josh introduced us. "This is my roommate Marc, and Marc, this is my best friend Adam."
"Nice to meet you," Marc smiled broadly as he shook my hand.
"You, too," I replied.
"I've got big plans for tonight," Josh said to me. "There's this huge party right off-campus. There are tons of people I want you to meet."
"Sounds good to me." I looked around the room for a place to set my stuff.
"Oh, bad news. You're gonna have to sleep on the floor. You can use my sleeping bag if you want."
"No problem."
"You can use my bed," Marc said.
"No, the floor is fine." Marc was smiling again and I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Well, we should get ready for the party," Josh suggested as he started gathering his bathroom stuff. "Do you need a shower?"
"Probably a good idea. It's been a long trip."
"And you smell like hell, too." Josh slapped me on the back and laughed. "Let's get that foul smell off of you."
I got a change of clothes and followed him to the community showers. I'm not sure what got me going, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Josh. He removed his shirt, revealing a hairless stomach and chest. He appeared to be working out. He was trim and well-defined. I felt nervous for some reason, and thoughts of seeing him naked excited me. He removed his jeans, standing only in his boxers and socks.
"You planning on taking a shower in your clothes?" Josh laughed.
That shook me out of my daze, but my dick was starting to get hard. "I guess I'm just a little tired."
He laughed. "Whatever you say." With that, he pulled his boxers off and quickly turned away. I only got a glimpse of his cock. It seemed to be about four inches limp, and his balls hung low.
I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist to hide my semi-erect prick. What was happening? This was my best friend. He wasn't gay… and I wasn't gay. Was I?
I stayed in the shower until my semi-erection had subsided. Thankfully, there were individual stalls and I could hide behind the curtain.
When I was done I dried off in the shower stall and wrapped the towel around my waist just in case I had a sudden pop-up. Josh was already out of the shower and sitting completely naked on one of the benches. On the one hand, I admired the way he just sat there without shame, while on the other I wished he would get dressed so that I wouldn't be distracted.
I groaned as my cock reacted to my friend sitting with his legs spread apart giving me a clear view of his cock and balls. It looked bigger than I had thought earlier.
My clothes were beside him, so there wasn't any way to avoid him. I turned away from him so that my back was to him, but if someone were to pass by they would definitely see my growing dick.
Wouldn't you know it… someone did. Marc passed by us wearing only a towel. He smiled at me, glanced down at my cock, then at Josh. His smile got a little bigger.
Josh suddenly spoke. "Take a look at this." I turned my head. He pointed to his toe where blood was trickling onto the floor.
"What happened?" I turned completely around forgetting my half hard-on.
"I don't know. I guess I cut it on something."
"Well, it's really bleeding." I squatted down and put my towel on the bleeding toe to apply pressure. "Does it hurt?" I looked up at him realizing I was almost eye-level to his cock. I swallowed hard. I thought I saw it move slightly.
"Not really," he replied. His eyes dropped briefly from my eyes to my crotch and I felt nervous again. He then lifted his foot and lightly caressed my balls.
I gasped and my cock twitched.
"Sorry, buddy." He lowered his foot again.
I couldn't answer. I glanced at his cock and it was semi-erect now. Maybe he was feeling what I was feeling. I thought I would test it.
I put one hand on his knee while I continued to apply pressure to his toe. "How does that feel?" I asked while spreading my fingers to stretch out against his thigh.
"Good." He looked around. Except for Marc, who was in the showers, we were alone. He raised his good foot again and kept it at my balls. He slowly moved it under them, touching them gently.
My cock was now completely hard.
"Boy have you grown," he smiled. He took his foot and ran it over my cock. I thought I was going to explode.
My hand moved closer to his cock and he too was hard. I found his balls and held them in my hand. I moaned and increased the motion of his foot on my dick.
"We have to hurry," he said. "Marc will be right back."
I grabbed his cock at the base and felt its hardness. His toes tickled the tip of my own cock, smearing some of the pre-cum on it. I slowly began to jerk him off. "Shit that feels so good… just a little faster."
I increased my rhythm and without warning his cum flew from his cock. The first spurt landed in my hair. The remainder fell on his legs and down my hand. He was flush and grinned with pleasure.
His foot had fallen to the floor when he started to cum. With his cum all over my hand, I used it as lube to jerk myself off. It took little to finish the job. I came over his leg.
Without a word we cleaned up and dressed.
**********
It had been about two hours since Josh and I had gotten each other off in the shower. Josh said nothing of the incident, giving no indication whether he was happy or upset with what had occurred. I wanted to talk with him about it to figure out if he was gay or, for that matter, if I was gay. But we didn't get the opportunity - A few of Josh's friends were waiting for us in his dorm and we were rushed off to the party.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of Josh as we drove to the party, and when we got there I wanted to be by his side like some pathetic date. Josh seemed to take little notice. He was the life of the party; everyone flocked to him and soon I was on the outside of his social circle.
I found a seat near the door and debated whether I should get a cab back to the dorm. I decided to wait it out a little while, consuming too much beer too quickly. Of course, as I drank more, my thoughts on what had happened earlier increased. I squirmed in my chair to adjust the growing hardness in my pants.
Finally, it was too much and I knew I needed to just go and jerk off somewhere.
I scouted out the place, but the bathroom had a line and all the rooms had other drunken students in them. I walked out the back door and was pleased to find it in mostly darkness. I casually made my way back behind the garage. I sighed with relief to find it deserted. Taking one last look around, I unzipped my pants and removed my hard cock. I spit on my hands and began jerking off.
I thought of Josh coming out and discovering me. With a smile, he would drop his jeans to his knees and start caressing his beautiful cock. I closed my eyes to better live the fantasy. Josh would let go of his own dick and grab mine with both hands, then he would fall to his knees and…
"Whoa!" The voice brought me back to reality. To my right was a young black guy that looked as surprised as I was.
"Shit," was all I could say as I struggled to put my hard dick away. I must have looked silly because the guy chuckled softly.
"Didn't mean to disturb you," he said taking a few steps closer to me. "Having a bad night, too?"
I had managed to put my dick in my pants, but it was still fully erect and straining against the inside. "I suppose it has been a bad night," I responded as casually as I could.
"Yeah, my girl just left with another guy."
"Sorry to hear that."
"It's nothing. I was just using her for blowjobs," he chuckled again. "There ain't nothing like a good blowjob, ain't that right?"
I nodded, trying to will my cock to soften. But as the guy slowly moved closer to me, all I could think of was what it would be like to give this guy the blowjob he probably had planned on getting from his girl at some point that night. I didn't dare ask him, though; not outside this crowded party. What if he got angry and hurt me, or told everyone inside what I had suggested.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked. I assumed he meant just hanging out to take a breather from the party.
I nodded my head again. He took one final step toward me so that we were about two feet from each other.
"My name's Carl," he said extending his hand.
When I reached out to take it, he pulled it back suddenly.
"That's not the same hand you were beating off with, is it?"
My heart stopped a second, and then he laughed. "Just kidding. To be honest with you, I came back here to do the same."
I was slightly relieved and tried to be more relaxed. "I guess when you gotta, you gotta."
"That's for sure. You mind if I take mine out?" His hands were at his jeans, opening the button before I responded.
"No, go ahead. I was almost done anyway."
"Almost done, but not done," he replied. "Why don't you join me? It's not so depressing when there are two lonely guys beating off outside the biggest party in town," he said, laughing quietly.
I thought about it a moment. I wish the guy had been Josh, but he wasn't. No one would need to know, and we would only be jerking off. It's not like we were going to have sex.
We unzipped our pants at the same time. When he removed his cock I almost lost all the air in my lungs. Not only did he have a piece of meat that was at least nine inches long, it appeared to be twice as thick as mine.
"You like what you see?" he grinned at me.
"It's massive!" was all I could say. I was jerking my cock so hard that I had to stop for fear of ripping it from my body.
"Go ahead and touch it." He held out his hand and I took it.
Slowly he lowered my hand to his cock. I could barely wrap my fingers around it. The heat coming from it was intense. I wanted a better look at it. I wanted much more than a better look; I wanted to give him the blowjob he had been denied. I knelt in front of him.
"Oh yeah, you slut. You want to suck this big cock, don't you?"
His words were lost to me. He didn't have to ask me to suck him. He couldn't have stopped me from doing it. Josh was completely out of my mind. My one true thought was giving my first blowjob.
I opened my mouth as widely as I could and took his engorged cockhead into my mouth. My jaw hurt as I lowered my lips down an inch of his shaft.
"Fuck, man! Suck on that shit!" He pushed deeper inside my mouth, but I choked on him. He laughed above me. "Too much dick for you, huh?" But that didn't stop him. He held my head and began putting more of it inside me. "Play with my nuts."
I reached up and grabbed the enormous set of balls. They hung low and loosely from his body.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth giving my jaw a break. "Suck on my nut sack."
I lifted his cock and ran my tongue down its shaft to his waiting balls. They were about the size of golf balls and I could fit only one in my mouth at a time.
As I worked on his balls, I jerked myself off again so furiously that I felt it would be the last time I would ever be able to do so.
"You're a good cocksucker," he moaned. "Better than that bitch." He pulled at my hair, lifting my lips back to his cock. "Take it all, cock-slut. Fuck me with your mouth."
I stretched my jaw and took him back into my mouth. He seemed thicker than before. He pushed as far as he could and I managed to avoid gagging. With such great energy and rhythm, he began fucking my mouth. One second his cock was deep in my throat, the next I was barely tasting its tip.
This continued for a pleasurable eternity. Then he pulled out and shot a colossal load all over my face. He cried out with pleasure as he stroked his long, thick dick, milking the last of his load out of it.
With me still on my knees, and my hand clutching my own cock, he put his dick back in his jeans and walked away. I was angry. How could he just leave after shooting his load on my face? Yet, I was also relieved, glad we didn't have to spend some awkward moments talking about how nice the weather was that evening before going our separate ways.
There was some noise coming from the backyard. Although I hadn't accomplished the initial purpose of this getaway, I stood up and put my cock back in my pants, wiped the cum from my face, and headed back to the party.
**********
I called a cab from the party. Josh had disappeared among the other partygoers and, frankly, I didn't want to put the effort into finding him. He had his own life here and it was apparent that the years of being apart, or the earlier encounter we had in the showers, had put an irreparable gap in our friendship.
That wasn't to say that I had resolved all my feelings for him. I had truly enjoyed the feel of his cock on my fingers and could never forget how I was able to bring him off. The expression on his face was unlike any I had ever experienced. I had made him very happy for those few brief minutes, and that created a wonderful satisfaction in me.
But now I was disappointed in him. I even tried to convince myself that I hated him. I blamed him for the nausea I felt for drinking too much. I blamed him for the expense of having to travel to his college. I blamed him for having to take a lonely cab ride back to a lonely, foreign dorm room. I didn't blame him for sucking my first cock behind the garage, but I managed to blame him for the sore jaw I got during that encounter with the guy's thick cock.
So I took the cab. When the cabbie saw me, I was certain he recognized me as an out-of-towner. I could have sworn he took me through several counties before dropping me off at the dorm. I paid the exorbitant fee, cursed Josh's name under my breath, and headed into the dorm. All I wanted to do was get washed up and go to bed, with the hope that I would awaken with a healed jaw. I strongly considered leaving early the next morning.
I entered the dorm room and found Marc standing by his bed wearing only a pair of boxers. He had a look of surprise on his face when he saw me there. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the boxers he had on were mine. What the hell? Who thought this night could get worse?
"What are you doing?" I managed to ask through my anger and confusion. "Why the hell are you wearing my underwear?"
"Sorry, I…"
"Please, just take them off." I just wanted this whole night to end. Forget the explanation; just give me my damn drawers! I tried to remain calm, though.
He stepped out of my boxers and nervously walked over to me. "Listen, I know this looks strange."
I raised my eyebrows as if he had just mentioned the most obvious statement uttered by man.
"Okay, it is strange." He handed me my warm boxers, then turned away from me. He was well past embarrassed, but he continued to try to explain. "I'm sure Josh told you that I'm gay."
"Never brought it up," I grumbled.
My gaze fell to his ass. He had a slim build but had nice muscle tone all over his body. He looked as if he was an active person who either lifted weights or was involved in some sports. His ass cheeks were solid muscle and had identical dimples on each cheek. I tried to focus on my anger and less on wanting to touch him.
"Well, I am gay," he stated as he turned around.
To my disappointment, his hands covered his cock.
"When I first saw you, I liked you… I mean I really felt I knew you. Josh talks about you all the time, so I wasn't surprised to find that you were a nice guy. But that moment I saw you I felt connected to you."
I tried not interrupting his B-movie soliloquy, but it really was becoming too much.
"But I didn't think you were gay," he finished.
"I'm not."
He didn't seem to hear me and I wondered if I had said it louder than a whisper.
"Then I saw you in the shower with Josh."
That got my attention.
"What? What do you mean?
"I saw you jerking him off."
This time I turned away embarrassed. "I don't know what you saw, but…"
"It's okay. I'm not trying to freak you out. But I did see you. I was standing around the corner with the shower on. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen."
I heard him walking toward me and then felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and we looked into one another's eyes. "Please don't tell him you know," I said.
His closeness was making my heart race and I thought I might hyperventilate. He truly was beautiful. His dark eyes scanned my face.
"I won't tell him, but I am sure he wouldn't care."
"Why?"
He took a step back and his eyes lowered slightly. I got a look at his fully naked body now. His chest was smooth and, despite his dark hair, his arms and legs were only dusted with thin, light hair. The hair around his cock was as dark as that on his head, and in the center of it was a limp, perfectly formed circumcised dick. He must have seen me studying him because he placed his hands back over his cock.
"Josh and I have done stuff."
"Really?" I was pissed and excited by this.
"Josh doesn't consider himself gay, I'll tell you that straight off."
"So you seduced him?"
"Hell, no!" Now he was angry. "He comes to me. I have never gone to him. Some nights he doesn't come back here. Other nights he brings a girl with him and they fuck while I pretend to sleep. Then there are other nights when he is really drunk and can't find a girl to go home with or convince to have a quick screw with him in his bed. Those nights, he comes to me."
"That doesn't sound like Josh."
"Josh isn't picky. He's just horny all the time. He doesn't care if a girl sucks his dick or I do. He just wants to get off."
This was way too much for me. I was sure that I had caused such pleasure in Josh. I suddenly felt used, like just some random person who had been a convenience to get him off. I shook my head with disgust.
"Hey, listen, don't be upset. Josh is Josh. He's a great guy, but needs sex all the time."
He stepped back toward me. He extended both arms to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His brown eyes caught mine and he said, "You're a great guy, too, even better than what Josh had told me. I am sorry for going through your stuff and putting on your underwear, but I wanted to be close to you even if it was only by wearing something of yours."
My anger had started to go away. I thought about Josh coming in late at night and having Marc suck him off. I was also becoming strangely attracted to the guy in front of me. Quick images of him taking my cock in his mouth and me doing the same to him flashed through my racing mind. With little thought I bent my head forward and kissed his lips. He pushed me back with both hands and I felt as if I had made a huge mistake.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
My hand moved to his dick and I took it in my hand. "Yes."
He brought his lips back to mine and we kissed passionately. His tongue opened my lips and darted in and out of my mouth. His hands slid around my waist and squeezed my ass.
The cock in my hand began to grow and I slowly ran my hand over it. When we broke from our kiss, he took a half step back and pulled my shirt up. I temporarily let go of his now fully erect cock so that I could raise my hands to remove the shirt. With that done I replaced my hand. He was by no means as long or thick as the dick I had sucked earlier. It was about seven inches long and probably as thick as my own. I knew that my jaw would be safe if I were to put him in my mouth.
Marc lowered his head and kissed the center of my chest. He ran his tongue to my nipple and sucked on it. The pleasure was intense. His tongue moved toward my sternum and he kissed the center of my ribcage. He brushed my hand away from his pulsing cock and knelt in front of me. His mouth never left my body. His warm tongue made a trail from my sternum to my navel. He put the tip of it into my belly button and then moved to the waist of my pants.
His tongue still protruding from his mouth, he looked up at me and smiled. Gently he undid my pants and lowered the zipper. His hands pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them.
He caressed my hard dick through my boxers, starting at its base and moving up to its sensitive tip. Again he looked up at me and smiled, then lowered his mouth to my covered cock and sucked on it through the thin cloth. I wasn't sure how long I could last. I pushed his head away and pulled down my underwear. They fell to the floor and I kicked them aside.
Marc immediately took me into his warm mouth. It was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. The only girl I had ever dated – the only girl I had ever been with, for that matter - would venture to even suggest going down on me and, although I had fantasized about it, nothing prepared me for the warmth, the wetness, the movement of tongue over my shaft and head. I was lost in a world of my own pleasure. If I had sucked cock this well, then the man behind the garage went home a very, very happy man.
Then he stopped. He stood up and led me to the bed. He laid me down on my back and got on top of me. Our mouths connected and we kissed like longtime lovers. My cock was pressed against his and I moved my hips to grind against him. He broke the kiss and rolled off to the side of me. He looked me in the eyes and whispered seductively, "I want you to fuck me."
I had never thought about fucking him; not once. I considered my options but remembering the sight of his ass so many minutes ago swayed my decision. I nodded and his face lit up.
He jumped from the bed and went to his desk. From the bottom drawer, he pulled out some lube and brought it back to the bed. He coated my cock with the slippery substance, almost bringing me to orgasm.
He then handed me a little of the lube. "Put it on my ass." He got on the bed, climbed over me, and got on all fours.
I took the lubricant and put some around his waiting hole. "Cover your finger with it and put it in my ass."
I followed his instructions and inserted my index finger into his asshole. He moaned with pleasure as I slowly fucked him with it.
"Okay, now put it in me."
I positioned myself behind him and took a brief look at his butt. His balls hung several inches from his ass and I reached down and took both in my greasy hand. I moved my hand down the length of his hard dick, and then returned to his ass. My cock was the hardest I had ever remembered it to be and I prayed that I would at least get it inside him before shooting my load all over the place.
I guided the tip of my cock to his hole and slowly pushed forward. It was a tight fit, but I pushed farther into him. When I managed to get most of my dick inside of him, I grabbed a hold of his hips and began fucking him. The warmth of his mouth was nothing compared to the heat of his ass. I picked up my rhythm and soon was slamming the entire length of my cock into him. My balls slapped against his ass.
Marc groaned below me. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" His butt cheeks tightened around my cock and with a final thrust into him I knew I was going to cum. I pulled out of him and squirted my hot cum all over his firm ass.
Marc collapsed face down on the bed. He sighed deeply. "That was great." He rolled over.
I took his swollen cock in my still slippery hands. I gazed into his eyes as I jerked him off. Had I found a new best friend?
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Great story! Horny college guys are a favorite theme.
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