"Boy that was a wild night, eh Chris?" I said to my friend Chris, whose house we were at for a party. By now everyone else had gone home and we had just finished cleaning up, before I was to head home.
"Yea and now I'm so tired I could just collapse on the couch" Chris complained. "What, you mean the couch that I'm sitting on?" I said with a wink. My friends and I had a suspicion that Chris may not be as straight as they come, but I would never admit that to him. Secretly though, I wasn't exactly straight either, and I had sometimes fantasized about guys when I was jacking off. It gave me a certain thrill, knowing that it wasn't something that everyone else did; sort of like incest, or bestiality.
The fact that it was so wrong just made it that much more enticing. Now would be a good time to tell you a little about myself: I'm 6'1, 150 pounds of lean muscle. My body, while not skinny, isn't muscular either, although my last girlfriend thought I was pretty hot. I have brown hair, brown eyes and a face that is always smiling. My cock, like the rest of me, is pretty long and lean, a modest 6 or 7 inches long and about 2 and a half inches around.
My friend Chris is the same height as me, although he likes to consider himself taller.
He has brown hair like mine, and blue eyes that sparkle when he's around me. He has the same build as me, although maybe not as muscular. But on to the rest of the story… "Shut up, you just want me on the couch so you can fuck me" Chris said, much to my amazement. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? Having a guy as hot as me alone on your couch" I retorted. "Maybe I would and maybe I wouldn't…guess we'll have to find out!" Chris said, as he came to lie across my lap.
I have to admit, when I felt his ass press down against my groin, I suppressed a little moan and started to feel my dick swell in my jeans. "Comfy?" I asked, as nonchalantly as I could manage in my current position. "Feels just right" he said, "except for that hard thing digging into my ass. That isn't what I think it is&hellip.right David?" "Well, that all depends on what you think you're sitting on" I countered.
"And before you get any ideas, it's just my belt buckle, you perv." "Damn, not what I was hoping for" Chris said, supposedly under his breath. We sat there quietly, just enjoying each other's company until I realized that Chris was fast asleep. With his legs lying across me and his dick just inches away from mine, it was a very erotic position to be in.
All of a sudden, the alcohol I'd had that night was coming back to bite me in the ass, and I really had to go yack. Unfortunately, Chris's legs were in the way of my exit, so I had to lift them up to free myself.
It was quite dark and, subconsciously or not, I "accidentally" put my hand on Chris's dick and attempted to move myself off the couch, without waking him up. After coming back from the bathroom, my dick was semi-hard thanks to the brief contact my hand had made with Chris's manhood; it had felt warm and stiff, even in his sleeping state. Coming back to the couch, I once again had to lift his legs to return to my original position because, hell, let's face it; I was enjoying being so close to him.
While thinking of nothing in particular, and listening to Chris's soft breathing, I absent-mindedly started to stroke his leg; up and down, up and down, never slowing down and certainly not stopping. Suddenly, he shifted in his sleep and my hand froze, right below his big dick.
I didn't know what to do: if I took a chance and did what I wanted to (which was fully handle his big tool through his jeans), I risked waking him up. On the other hand, if I just moved my hand away, I could pass up a golden opportunity to find out what Chris was really like.
"Fuck it" I thought to myself, "I'm gonna go for it." So with that firm thought in my head, and my firm cock in my pants, I slowly teased my hand up Chris's leg and traced the outline of his hardened prick.
It felt warm and hard, but still had a sponginess to it that I loved. I got lost in his dick, tracing and fondling the outline through his jeans, all the time wishing there was no clothing in the way of my naughty, exploring hands.
Without my realizing it, Chris had opened his eyes and was watching me the whole time I was fondling his cock in his sleep, basically molesting his manhood. "Having fun?" Chris said softly, shocking me out of my trance. "Oh my god! Chris I am so, so, so sorry I don't know what came over me!" I gushed, trying desperately to come up with a good reason as to why I had his cock in my hand. "It's okay David, what you were doing actually felt pretty nice. Although…" he trailed off.
"Although what?" I asked, somewhat nervously. "Why don't we continue this conversation upstairs, we might be more comfortable" Chris suggested. As his parents were out of town, and the only other souls in the house were his cats, we were fairly unconcerned with making too much noise; considering the party that ended not too long ago, noise was obviously not too big a concern of ours.
The entire time I followed Chris up the staircase, my cock strained at my jeans; I don't think I'd ever been this hard, or this nervous, in my life. When he opened his door, he made a beeline for his bed, which was just a few feet ahead of where I was standing now. As I too walked over to his bed, a comment he made caught me off guard.
He said "Do me a favor? Go to my computer, open up Safari and check the history." This struck me as odd, but seeing as I had just been fondling his cock, it seemed only fair that I did what he asked. As I waited for the internet to load up, I heard what sounded like cloth shuffling behind me. I resisted the urge to turn around, but only just barely. The browser finally appeared, after what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds, and I proceeded to open up Chris's history, afraid of what I'd find.
As the list came up, I was slightly shocked and very turned on to see porn videos; lots of them. With titles like "Czech Firemen", "Getting the Straight Pool Guy's Dick" and "Hot Gay Sex in Public!" my suspicions were confirmed; Chris was gay, or at the very least bi.
This was his oh-so-subtle way of letting me know that what I had done downstairs was fine with him. In fact, I think he really liked it. Smiling, I turned around, expecting the worst behind me; but all I saw was Chris looking nervous, sitting on his bed.
"Come here, there's something I need to tell you" Chris said. With that, I got up from his computer, still showing the gay porn videos, and walked awkwardly over, dick straining in my pants. Sitting down on his bed, an excited energy overtook me, replacing the nervous feeling I had before.
"David…I don't know how to tell you this but I'll try my best" Chris said. We sat in silence for a few minutes while he seemed to be in turmoil. Finally, I just had to help him out. "Chris, whatever it is, whatever you have to tell me, just say it. I can't take the suspense" I said. He thought this over for another minute before saying, "Okay, close your eyes. And keep them closed!" With my curiosity piqued, I had to close my eyes, expecting a slap, a talk, a punch, anything. Anything but what happened.
As soon as my eyes closed, I felt something warm, soft and moist on my lips, and something poking between them. Instinct took over and I opened my mouth to let the intruder in, which turned out to be my friend's tongue.
Surprisingly, I felt a rush of blood to my groin and a sudden tightness in my jeans. Hoping he didn't see this, I softly pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself" Chris sighed, seemingly close to tears. "That's something that I've wanted to do for a while now, but never had the courage. Until tonight, when you touched my cock when you thought I was sleeping, I never dreamed that you could feel the same way about me that I did about you." With this, he went into a story of how he had liked me ever since we met in grade 9, and got closer leading up to grade 12, the senior year we were in now.
He kept saying that he was sad that I was straight and how every time we hung out, all he wanted to do was press his lips against mine and get lost together. At this, I shut him up by putting my lips to his; surprised, he pulled away at first but then relented and gave in to his passion. We kissed feverishly, him releasing pent up lust for me while I explored a side I never had a chance to before.
The feel of his soft lips and warm tongue were wonderful to me, and as our tongues duelled in my mouth, I kept thinking how surreal this all was. As we kissed, he rubbed my back lovingly and eventually found the bottom of my shirt. Pulling it up over my head broke our kiss, but not without a final flick of his tongue on my lips. When he pulled away, I licked my lips and could taste him on them; and I wanted more.
Chris, however, had other things on his mind. "Lay back, support your head on my pillow" he commanded. I complied, anxious and excited about what was coming next. Flipping one leg over my torso, Chris moved up the bed to kiss my lips once more, leaning his hands against the headboard.
He used this leverage to press his body into mine, mashing our lips together in a feverish, wonderful dance. To my dismay, he pulled away from our kiss after sucking my lip into his mouth and making me gasp. I really enjoyed this and I was sad to see him go. But a reassuring wink from Chris made me hopeful for what would come next. Having my bare chest exposed to the cool night air for a while had hardened my nipples; a fact not lost on my partner as he kissed and licked his way down my torso.
Finally, he made it to my nipple and with his tongue, flicked it into an even harder state. Putting it in his mouth, Chris sucked and bit my nipple while playing with the other, eliciting moans of acceptance from me. After a few seconds, he switched sides and continued his attention on the opposite nipple.
When he got bored of sucking my chest, he kissed his way down my treasure trail, the little bit of hair leading down to my trimmed pubes, and proceeded to undo my belt and pull down my jeans.
With a little trouble, Chris finally managed to shimmy my jeans down my waist and off my legs. Now all that stood between him and my hardened cock was the thin material of my boxers.
Wasting no time at all, Chris licked along the outline of my cock, wetting my boxers and drawing more moans of delight from my mouth. Finally, after an agonizingly slow show of licking and caressing, he finally freed my dick from its confines.
"Wow! It looks even bigger out of your boxers" Chris exclaimed, pleasantly surprised. With that, he proceeded to lower his head towards my cock, his eyes never leaving mine. It was such an erotic sight, having his gaze locked onto me the entire way down to my dick. When he finally reached his goal, he took his time; at first, it was all little licks, scooping up the precum with his tongue.
His lips wrapped around the helmet of my dick, engulfing the tip in warmth and wetness, something I had not experienced before.
With one hand on the base of my cock and the other fondling my balls, he began to move his lips up and down my cock, swirling his tongue along the glans.
The anticipation of the night, along with the heavenly feeling of his mouth on my manhood brought an all-too familiar sensation to my balls. "Oh my god Chris, I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed, more excited than ever before. He took his mouth off of my knob long enough to say, "Good, cum in my mouth, I want to taste you!" Those words were the final straw and with a hard thrust, I buried my cock deep in Chris's mouth, nearly gagging him.
My dick erupted with jet after jet of sperm, shooting down his throat and into his stomach. I fell back on the bed, thoroughly exhausted and basked in the aftermath of an intense orgasm. Chris crawled up beside me, planted his lips on mine and let me taste myself on his tongue. He asked, "So…how was your first night?" "It's not quite over" I replied.
"I still have to return the favour." The End.