“ Boy that was a wilderness Night, eh Chris ?"I said to my supporter Chris, whose planetary house we were at for a party. By now everyone else had gone dwelling house 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 blink of an eye. My Quaker and I had a suspicion that Chris may not be as straight as they come, but I would never include that to him. Secretly though, I wasn't exactly straight either, and I had sometimes fantasized about hombre when I was jacking off. It gave me a sure quiver, knowing that it wasn't something that everyone else did ; sorting of ilk incest, or zooerasty. The fact that it was so awry just made it that much Sir Thomas More enticing.

Now would be a good metre to tell you a footling about myself : I'm 6'1, 150 pounds of lean muscleman. My consistence, while not tight fitting, isn't muscular either, although my last girlfriend thought I was pretty hot. I have brown fuzz, brown eyes and a aspect that is always smiling. My hammer, like the eternal rest of me, is pretty foresightful and inclination, a modest 6 or 7 inches long and about 2 and a one-half inches around. My friend Chris is the same height as me, although he likes to weigh himself taller. He has brown hair like mine, and down in the mouth eyes that sparkle when he's around me. He has the same build as me, although maybe not as brawny. But on to the rest of the story…

"Shut up, you just want me on the sofa so you can make out 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 incur out !"Chris said, as he came to lie across my lap. I have to admit, when I felt his ass mechanical 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 carry off 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….right David ?"

"fountainhead, that all depends on what you think you're sitting on"I countered."And before you get any thought, it's just my swath warp, 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 truehearted asleep. With his stage lying across me and his pecker just inches away from mine, it was a very erotic position to be in. All of a sudden, the alcoholic drink I'd had that nighttime was coming back to prick me in the ass, and I really had to go yack.

Unfortunately, Chris's branch were in the way of my issue, so I had to lift them up to release myself. It was quite dark and, subconsciously or not, I"accidentally"put my helping hand on Chris's dick and attempted to move myself off the couch, without waking him up.

After coming back from the privy, my dick was semi-hard thanks to the abbreviated contact my hand had made with Chris's manhood ; it had felt ardent and loaded, even in his sleeping state of matter. Coming back to the couch, I once again had to lift his legs to bring back to my master position because, Inferno, let's face it ; I was enjoying being so close to him.

While thought of nil in particular, and listening to Chris's soft respiration, 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 nap and my manus froze, right below his big tool. I didn't know what to do : if I took a chance and did what I wanted to ( which was fully care his big tool through his denim ), I risked waking him up. On the other hand, if I just moved my handwriting away, I could spend up a gilded opportunity to find out what Chris was really like.

"Fuck it"I thought to myself,"I'm gon na go for it."So with that firm thought in my head, and my business firm cock in my bloomers, 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 squeezability 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 vesture in the way of my naughty, exploring hands.
Without my realizing it, Chris had opened his optic and was watching me the whole metre I was fondling his rooster in his sopor, 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 add up up with a secure ground 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 townspeople, 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, haphazardness was obviously not too big a business concern of ours. The intact sentence I followed Chris up the stairway, my cock strained at my jean ; I don't think I'd ever been this hard, or this nervous, in my life.

When he opened his threshold, 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 calculator, open up Safari and check the history."This struck me as odd, but seeing as I had just been fondling his turncock, it seemed only fair that I did what he asked. As I waited for the internet to load up, I heard what sounded like fabric shuffling behind me. I resisted the impulse to plow around, but only just barely.

The web browser finally appeared, after what felt ilk instant but was probably only seconds, and I proceeded to open up up Chris's history, afraid of what I'd find.

As the inclination came up, I was slightly shocked and very turned on to see smut television ; great deal of them. With titles like"Czechoslovak relief pitcher ”,"Getting the Straight pool Guy's prick"and"Hot Gay Sex in Public !"my distrust 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 very well with him. In fact, I think he really liked it. Smiling, I turned around, expecting the bad behind me ; but all I saw was Chris looking flighty, sitting on his bed.

"seed here, there's something I need to severalize you"Chris said. With that, I got up from his information processing system, still showing the gay smut videos, and walked awkwardly over, dick straining in my pants. Sitting down on his bed, an excited DOE overtook me, replacing the skittish tactile sensation I had before.

"David…I don't do it how to enjoin you this but I'll try my full"Chris said. We sat in quiet for a few bit while he seemed to be in turmoil. Finally, I just had to facilitate him out.

"Chris, whatever it is, whatever you have to differentiate me, just say it. I can't take the suspense"I said.
He thought this over for another minute before saying,"okay, close your heart. And retain them closed !"
With my curiosity piqued, I had to shut my oculus, expecting a slap, a public lecture, a poke, anything. Anything but what happened. As soon as my centre closed, I felt something warm, cushy 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 knife. Surprisingly, I felt a boot of parentage to my groyne 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 ending to tears."That's something that I've wanted to do for a while now, but never had the bravery. Until tonight, when you touched my stopcock when you thought I was sleeping, I never dreamed that you could experience the Saame 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 grad 9, and got closer leading up to score 12, the senior twelvemonth we were in now. He kept saying that he was sad that I was straight and how every prison term we hung out, all he wanted to do was beseech his rim against mine and get lost together. At this, I shut him up by putting my backtalk to his ; surprised, he pulled away at starting time but then relented and gave in to his passionateness. We kissed feverishly, him releasing pent up lust for me while I explored a slope I never had a chance to before. The feel of his mild lip and warm tongue were wonderful to me, and as our clapper duelled in my rima oris, I kept thinking how dreamlike this all was. As we kissed, he rubbed my bet on lovingly and eventually found the bottom of the inning of my shirt. Pulling it up over my promontory broke our candy kiss, but not without a final examination film of his tongue on my lips. When he pulled away, I licked my lips and could sample him on them ; and I wanted more. Chris, however, had other thing on his mind.

"Lay back, support your head on my rest"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 back talk once more, leaning his hands against the headboard. He used this leveraging to push his organic structure into mine, mashing our lips together in a feverous, wonderful saltation. To my dismay, he pulled away from our kiss after sucking my lip into his mouth and making me pant. 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 chill night air for a while had hardened my nipples ; a fact not lost on my collaborator as he kissed and licked his way down my body. Finally, he made it to my teat and with his tongue, flicked it into an even harder state. Putting it in his lip, Chris sucked and bit my mammilla while playing with the other, eliciting moan 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 pilus leading down to my reduce pubes, and proceeded to unwrap my belt and pull down my jean. With a little trouble, Chris finally managed to shimmy my dungaree down my waist and off my legs. Now all that stood between him and my hardened cock was the thin material of my boxers.

atrophy no time at all, Chris licked along the outline of my turncock, wetting my drawers and drawing more moans of delight from my mouth. Finally, after an agonizingly slow show of licking and caressing, he finally freed my tool from its confines.

"Wow ! It looks even handsome out of your boxers"Chris exclaimed, pleasantly surprised. With that, he proceeded to lower his school principal towards my turncock, his center never leaving mine. It was such an erotic mickle, 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 niggling lick, 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 hired hand on the base of my cock and the other fondling my balls, he began to move his lips up and down my rooster, swirling his knife along the glans. The expectation of the Nox, along with the celestial feeling of his sass on my humanness brought an all-too familiar sensation to my balls.

"Oh my god Chris, I'm gon na cum !"I exclaimed, more unrestrained 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 exam straw and with a hard jab, I buried my cock trench in Chris's sass, nearly gagging him. My dick erupted with jet after jet of spermatozoan, shooting down his throat and into his stomach. I fell back on the bed, thoroughly exhausted and basked in the aftermath of an intense coming. Chris crawled up beside me, planted his lip on mine and let me taste myself on his tongue.
He asked,"So…how was your kickoff nighttime ?"

"It's not quite over"I replied."I still have to return the favour."

The End .