By: wpblue & Ryan Michaels
We sprinted the last several
yards along the beach before dropping into the sand; both of us sweaty and
panting, trying to catch our breath. We had met on the beach several weeks ago
- Sunday morning runners who happened to take the time to chat - and have been
meeting to run every Sunday morning since then.
His name was Kyle. He's 26 and is
a self-employed fitness instructor. He had what I would describe as a dancer's
build. He was thin, but all sinew and muscle. He had an incredibly sexy bubble
butt and an enticing bulge that was prominent even when he was wearing baggy
running shorts.
His voice was deep and sexy, and
even his mundane chatter kept my interest. It was like the sound waves from his
voice were covered in lube and they floated through the air to slide around my
cock.
His body and his voice kept me in
a perpetual state of lust when I was around him, but I did my best to keep
myself in check. I hadn't told him I was gay; the subject had never come up,
and if he suspected it, he has never said anything about it.
There was really nothing about me
to suggest that I was gay (other than the way my eyes lingered on him, the way
they undressed him). I have an average build, somewhat on the muscular side,
and I am as masculine as he is, though in an understated way. He's definitely
an Alpha male, whereas I am more subdued.
He was exceptionally quiet this
morning, and I wondered what was on his mind. I turned onto my side and studied
him. He was splayed across the sand, eyes closed, arms at his sides, legs
spread. I watched the subtle movement of his stomach; studied the prominent
bulge in his shorts. He opened his eyes and sighed deeply. He was clearly
conflicted about something, and I decided to find out what was bothering him.
"Are you okay Kyle? You're
not usually this quiet."
He didn't answer right away, just
sighed a few more times before finally speaking. "I'm okay, I guess. But sometimes,
life can be really fucked up, you know?"
"I hear ya. What's going on?
You want to talk about it?"
Kyle sat up and faced me, his
legs pulled up and spread. His eyes locked onto mine, making me feel like I was
going to melt. "It's my girlfriend... I know I haven't said much about her before, it's like private stuff, you
know? But lately, she's been like a cold fish when it comes to sex. She's
cuddly and affectionate, but when I try to have sex, she backs off, tells me
that's all I think about."
"Is it?"
"Is it, what?"
"Is it all you think about?"
"Hell no. Well, maybe. I
mean, I need sex, you know? Fuck, maybe I do pressure her too much. I sometimes
think I'm addicted to sex. I jack off in the shower in the morning and then
have to jack off at night too before I go to sleep. Anytime I'm on the computer
I end up jackin' off to porn, even if I've already jacked off a few times. It's
like my dick is always hard - and I'm always thinkin' about gettin' off."
"Geez Kyle, maybe all that
jerkin' off has her upset. Maybe she feels threatened."
"No, she's happy I take care
of my own needs because she doesn't want to have sex. But I'm not happy about
it; I still want sex, no matter how many times I've jacked off. I mean, that's
part of being in a relationship, right?"
I nodded.
"And then, when we do have
sex, she won't even go down on me. She'll, like, lick it, and get me all
primed, but then won't suck it. She says it's too big, that the taste is gross.
I don't get it; I go down on her every time we do have sex."
All this talk about his cock made
me look at his bulge. And he noticed where my eyes were. He frowned slightly
but didn't say a word.
"Okay Kyle, I get it. You're
a horn dog. But do you like her enough to keep dating her, even if she doesn't
want to blow you?"
"I don't know man. It's not just the blowjobs; it's the sex in general. I kind of regret asking her to move in with me, now. I mean, there's just no hiding when I get hard, and when I am, which is, like, all the fucking time it seems, I always try to get sex and she only ever says yes about once a week. Hell, I'm hard now just talkin' about always being hard."
Once again, I had to look. And
yes, he was hard. I could see the fullness pressed against the material of his
shorts. My thoughts were no longer on his girlfriend issue, but on the large
hard-on between his legs; I couldn't take my eyes off it. When I did take my
eyes off of it and looked at him, he was staring at me. He adjusted himself and
closed his legs.
Just as he started to say
something, it started to rain. The rain was heavy and Kyle grabbed me by my
shirt sleeve and said, "C'mon, let's get in my truck," and we jumped
up and headed to the parking area.
By the time we jumped in the
truck, we were both soaked. He started the engine and the air conditioner
blasted us with cold air. I start to shiver in my wet clothes, and he adjusted
the temperature. We sat quietly, and then he said, "I'm sorry to lay all
this on you man. I just needed to talk about it. I'll figure something out."
"No problem. I don't mind
listening; I just wish I had some advice for you."
"Well, what would you do in
my shoes?"
"I'm not sure you'll like my
answer to that." As I said that, he lifted the bottom of his shirt and
fanned it, trying to dry it out. I looked down and could see that he was hard
again, or still.
Again, he noticed me eyeing his
cock. I tried to pretend that I was not aware of his aroused condition, and
continued with what I had to say. "Your sex drive is not going to go away,
and her sex drive isn't going to increase. So, unless you just want to stay
frustrated all the time, the only logical choice is to break it off. Until you
find someone that has a sex drive to match yours - you'll just have to get it
where you can get it."
"I know you're right; it can't
work."
We sat quietly again. It stopped raining,
and he turned off the engine and rolled the windows down to the cool outside
air. When he turned his head back, he followed my gaze, both of us now looking at the outline of his swollen cock. I looked away,
pretending to concentrate on something outside.
"You don't need to look away. I'm pretty sure you want to see what I'm packin'."
I looked back at him and didn't
say a word. With his eyes locked on mine, he said, "I've never been with a
dude. I've been curious, but it just never seemed right. I mean, I don't want
to touch a guy's cock or anything but have always heard they give great blowjobs.
I didn't think you were gay at all until today; it's like you couldn't keep
your eyes off my crotch. And fuck man, as horny as I am right now, I'm not
gonna stop you if you try to grab my dick or something."
I wanted to, God did I want to,
but I was conflicted. "I don't know man. I want to, but not if it means we
won't have these Sunday runs. I like them and I like you, and I don't want to
jeopardize that just to taste your cock."
He just smiled. "No worries.
As long as you don't want me touchin' your cock, I think things will turn out
fine."
"Well…" I was still on
the fence.
"You wanna see it?" he
asked while pulling his shorts down. "Here it is man. Look how hard it is.
Just waiting for you to suck it." He then pulled his shorts all the way
down to his ankles and spread his legs. "Look at my balls. Look how big
and full they are, just waiting to give up a big, hot load. C'mon, man. I need
it, you want it, so do it," his voice pleading in tone.
My heart was pounding. There was
so much sexual tension in the air you could cut it with a knife. I could almost
smell his sex, could feel the heat from him. I could feel his need and watched
as a large drop of pre-cum fell from his cock onto his belly. I scooted closer
to him and heard him gasp in anticipation. I leaned down and gently licked the
pre-cum from his belly. He moaned quietly and his cock jerked up against my
chin.
He put his hand on the back of my
neck, trying to lead my mouth to his cock, but I bypassed his cock and gently
attacked his balls. I sucked at them greedily, bathed them with my tongue, and
forced them into my mouth.
"FUCK MAN, that's it. Suck
my balls. Feels so good. Makin' me so hard. Yeah. Don't stop. Suck 'em!"
I let his balls drop out my
mouth, and grabbed the base of his cock in my hand. I slapped his heavy cock
against my cheek and looked up at him. I dragged my hot, wet tongue up his
shaft and watched as he threw his head back against the headrest. "FUUUUCK!
That feels so good! So good! That's it! Lick it! Taste it!"
I loved that he was verbal. It
made me want to make him shout, make him beg.
I flicked my tongue over the head
of his cock and felt it jerk in my hand. My tongue dipped into his slit to get
the pre-cum, and I felt his hand on the back of my neck. He pushed my head
down, and I took just the head of his cock into my mouth. He moaned, and just
when he thought I was going to swallow his shaft, I lifted my head and moved back to his balls.
"Fuck, man! Please! Suck my
cock!"
I licked up his shaft, and he jerked in his seat, but not because of what I was doing. "Fuck, someone's coming!" Kyle was
nervous, but I wasn't. "They're going to see y… oh fuck, that feels so good!" My
mouth was now sliding down his shaft, very slowly. I felt the shaft stiffen
even more and I began sucking on it, gently.
Kyle started to mutter. "I
can't believe I'm gettin' a blowjob while people are just a few feet away. They
don't even know what's goin' on. They don't know my cock is in your mouth. What
a fuckin' turn-on."
Kyle's cock was large and thick,
and I had to take my time while my throat relaxed. To me, it was an annoyance; I
just wanted to deep-throat his shaft. But to him, it was pure heaven. He was
squirming and had his hand on my neck. His prick was constantly twitching, and
pre-cum was flowing out of his cockhead. I backed off, releasing his cock from
my mouth.
"Damn Kyle, your cock is so
big, so thick. I have to take my time. I want to swallow it all, but I'm gonna
take it slow."
I could practically hear Kyle
smile. "I bet you like that, huh, having a big cock in your mouth." Kyle
put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Thanks for doin' this, man. I need
it and I appreciate it."
"No problem, Kyle. I want
you to enjoy this. Once my mouth gets back on your cock, you are in control. Go
as deep as you want, as rough as you want, I can take it. This is all about you
and your pleasure. The more you enjoy it, the more I'll enjoy giving it to you."
Kyle just nodded and pushed my
head down to his cock. I opened my mouth and felt the heat of it fill my throat
as he thrust. His hands were on the back of my head, guiding the pace. He
pushed deep and slow, and then backed off, pulling me back up to the head.
I sucked and tongued the head of
his cock, and then he pushed my head back down. He went from gentle shallow
thrusts to plunging deep into my throat. This man knew how to enjoy a blowjob,
and he liked being in control.
As hard as he was, he was taking
his time and enjoying all that my mouth had to offer. I could feel his legs
trembling, and knew that even though he was in control, he was at my
mercy.
I started to tease his balls as I
blew him, squeezing and pulling, tugging and pinching. He was practically
whimpering, and his cock was getting thicker. And then, he was still again; no
movement except his twitching cock. I began to wonder what was going to happen
next when he clenched my neck in a vice-like grip and started to thrust. "Get
ready, man. I'm gonna give you my fuckin' load."
He held my head in place and
started to literally bounce up and down on the seat, his cock banging the back
of my throat. And just when I thought it was too much, that I was going to back
off, his body became rigid and his cock released three huge ropes of cum.
And then, his vocal cords came to
life. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Take it, man! Swallow it! Eat it! Eat my wad!"
He was shouting so loud that the whole parking lot probably knew he was cumming;
good thing there was no one around by that point.
His cock kept twitching, kept
shooting thick ropes of cum. So much that I started to gag. He released his
grip on my neck and I pulled my head off his dick, gasping. When I finally
caught my breath, my face dropped into his lap, and I mumbled into his pubes.
"Fuck man, do you always shoot loads like that?"
"Yeah," he panted.
I smiled and licked his softening
cock, lifted my head from his lap, and said, "I think this is the
beginning of a fantastic friendship."
"I think you're right,"
he smiled as he pulled his shorts up, and then started the truck.
"Hey," Kyle called out
after I'd gotten out of his truck and closed the door.
I leaned down to look in at him through
the open window and he went on and said, "Later when I'm jerking off, I'll
be thinking about the blowjob you just gave me, and about how good the next one is gonna feel."
I looked at him and smiled.
"The next one?"
"I sure hope so. Next
Sunday, after our run?"
"Definitely!"
"Ok, see you then. And thanks,"
he said giving his crotch a grope and then driving off.
I couldn't wait until I got home to take care of my raging hard-on. So, I jogged to a nearby secluded spot I was aware of where I proceeded to pump one out; it didn't take long!
Kyle couldn't wait, either, not
until the next Sunday or even 24 hours, contacting me that same night and asking if
I would be willing to meet him in the ally behind his apartment building (his girlfriend was home) and give him another blowjob before he
hit the sack. Of course, I agreed
Kyle didn't end up dumping his
girlfriend after all. I mean there was no reason to, now. The biggest issue had been that she wouldn't go down on him,
ever, but now that he had me to suck his cock, that issue had been resolved –
now he could get some pussy from her once a week and get head from me multiple times a
week.
On Sunday, after our jog, and
after I blew Kyle in his truck again, he told me that the guy he and his
girlfriend shared their two-bedroom apartment with was moving out at the end of
the month (just a few days from then,) and that they hadn't been able to find a
replacement yet. He wondered if perhaps I might like to be their new roommate,
knowing through a previous conversation that I lived in a small studio
apartment in the basement of my aunt and uncle's house because I couldn't
afford anything more on my own. He felt it would be beneficial to both of us.
"Think about it... You'd get to live in a much bigger place for not much more than you're paying now and you wouldn't be living in a basement."
"True."
"Yeah. And being my roommate would mean you'd also get to have a big
cock in your mouth all the time... but even more importantly," he grinned,
"I would get my cock sucked all the time. It's a win all around."
I couldn't really argue with him on any of it,
and when he went on and said, "Look, I just shot my load and I'm hard
again just from thinking about getting blowjobs on a regular basis," I went
down on him again, and after taking a second load of his dick juice down my throat
and thinking about how I could drink it all the time, I agreed to move in.
I gave my aunt my notice and she
was nice enough to let me move out at the end of the month since she said she
and my uncle wanted to do some painting and shit, and were in no rush to
re-rent the place again.
And so, just a few days after Kyle's proposition, I was
moving into the place he shared with his girlfriend. Now whenever Kyle wanted a blowjob, all he'd have to do
was wait until his girlfriend was not home and then come to my bedroom to get serviced.
And he didn't have to wait long…
"Beer?" I asked after
we'd put the last of my stuff in my new bedroom.
"It's not a beer I
want," Kyle grinned.
"Well, I guess it's a good
thing your girlfriend didn't want to be here during my move-in," I smiled
as I got down on my knees in front of him.
"It's funny how life can seem
to be so fucked one minute, and so great the next," Kyle sighed as I pulled down his shorts and underwear and then took
his cock into my mouth. "Uhhh, yeah, so fucking great!"
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