This is a straight story. I 'll say it occurred mid-October 2015. Let me explain a niggling about myself first. Yes, I know nonentity gives a diddly, and you just want the action now, but fuck you. I 'm doing it anyway.

I 'm 24 and in commodity shape. I do n't work, but I eat alright and have a physically demanding job, so it keeps me in substantiation. My cock is a low 6.5 inches, 7 on a proficient day. Just putting it out there now, I 'm not gay. I am very much attracted to adult female. I would n't even say I 'm bi. Like at all. I do n't find any man `` attractive. '' The only thing I like about men is their putz. The idea of a stopcock in my mouthpiece and/or ass, or mine in theirs turns me on to no end. Other than that, Guy do absolutely naught for me. prognosticate it what you want, but if I do n't happen a man sexually attractive, that does n't necessarily make me gay or bi. Maybe that 's just me. nookie labels, just enjoy yourself. But anyway, let 's come out my story.

I work a shitty job. convention, right ? Well, I recently decided to take a low vacation ; just take a few days to recharge my barrage, relieve stress, blah blah blah. I chose to head to Dallas to inspect my just supporter, let 's address him Shane. Shane was a `` distinctive rocker. '' He had tattoos all over, very thin with long curly hair, and wore nothing but clothing that was related to music somehow. He was n't in any way gay. ( Or at to the lowest degree not that I could enjoin. ) Shane moved to Dallas 2 days prior for a best job and be airless to household. Despite the distance, ( I 'm about 10 hours away ) we remained close. I was also pretty closing with his roomie, but I was closer to Shane.

I stayed at their spot, naturally. Forgot to note, we are all HUGE potheads. So, when Shane welcomed me with a quick hug at the airport, he also welcomed me with a one-fourth of medical-grade marihuana to start my vacation off right. This was already well worth the slip up here.

I 'll go ahead and fast-forward until later that nighttime. After the roommates, we 'll promise them Jerry and lancet, got home plate from piece of work, we smoked ALOT that night. Like 90-95 % of the one-quarter. ( Yes, it 's true. I do n't consecrate a in force goddamn fuck what you smoker say, that shit happened. We are have, we are musician, and we are awesome. It. Fucking. Happened. )

So, after getting really high, Jerry and Lance called it a Nox and crashed so they can put to work tomorrow. So it was just Shane and I chillin'on the cast. We started watching Dixieland parking lot, just giggling like fucking stoned idiots. Shane laughed at a particularly funny scene, and he started laughing so hard, his arms were flailing around a bit, and his leave behind hand landed directly on my short. More specifically, right on top of my breed cock. His hand stayed there for just a s or two, but it felt like several mo.

Once he realized where his hand was, he jumped up and said, `` nooky swell, I 'm so sorry ! I was n't going for your junk. It just happened, reliable. ``

I laughed it off and said, `` No headache man, stag happens. Let 's just smoke a blunt and blank out about it. ``

He agreed, and started to calm down and tramp a blunt. He might have been chill now, but my mind was racing.

Was that really an accident ? Does he need my tool ? Does he know I want his ? Should I spend a penny a relocation ?

Once Shane had the blunt ready, I just tried to shrug it off and toke up like it was nothing. So after finishing off the blunt and getting even gamy still, we just chilled on the couch and continued with the show. After maybe 20 minutes, Shane dozed off on the lounge. I looked over at him and I saw what was clearly his laborious cock bulging through his basketball shorts. I kept staring at it, wanting to touch it. To lick it. To suck it.

I spent what seemed like an eternity thought process of how our friendly relationship evolved over the years, of how I did n't wan na jeopardise that, and how I did n't desire to establish the ease of my stoppage here awkward, and that 's if he did n't kick me out from the start. After all those idea, ( and I 'm sure the abundance of weed in my organisation had a region to play ) only 2 discussion popped in my head : shtup it.

I decided to go for it. I was too high and too horny to care. I gently placed my hand on top of his gibbousness. He did n't move. I started to softly rub it, still zippo. Even through the melt off stuff of his underdrawers, I felt his prick getting harder. My cock was ready to break open at this gunpoint, and I was only getting aroused !

After a few arcminute, I got bolder and gradually slipped my mitt under his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his spear. It was definitely a serious size. It felt bigger than mine. I slowly stroked him up and down. I thought I heard a lenient moan, but I could n't recite. Shane did n't prompt or say anything, so I carried on. I got bolder and decided to deplumate down his short circuit so I can get a better flavor at his cock. I 'm already in, might as well go for broke, right ?

I slid his shorts just past his articulatio genus, and his stopcock popped out and thwack against his flat breadbasket. I misjudged it. It was easily 8 inches. Hell, faithful to 9, I 'd bet. After admiring Shane 's unit, I resumed stroking his shaft. He tossed and turned for a few endorsement, which made me freeze instantly. I left my hand wrapped around his cock, I could n't move. But, just as soon as it was over, he dozed back off, even lightly snoring. After regaining myself, I continued exploring my best friend 's cock.

Soon after my panic attack, I stared at the head ; picturing what it might taste like. I figured I 'd chance it. I licked my brim, then planted a clean osculation on the tip. Not so bad, no rattling look to it. So I took it a measure further and wedge the unhurt caput into my lip and gently sucked. I was liking the flavour of it in my sass, so I did n't hold on. I kept taking Thomas More of it in now, filling my mouth with column inch after column inch of his hard hammer. I could get in to the highest degree of it before I had the urge to gag, so I just loosen my throat and found a comfortable length to take in so I can make this experience last.

I heard what I thought was another soft groan, so I took it as a in force thing and kept going. He did n't look to be awaken, or he was n't giving any indicant that he was. I was sucking even harder now, and stroking his shaft. I could palpate his cock pulsing. No power point in stopping now. Might as well cease him off.

But just before he finished, I felt a hand on my head. I instantly panicked, all those persuasion of a ruined friendship and vacation clouded my thinker. I tried to sit up, but his hand was forcing my lip back onto his raging cock. And he moaning much louder now, and this meter he was conscious.

'' Keep going, please. I 'm so bed close ... ''

I did n't induce clock time to question it, nor did I want to. I resumed my duties and took as much of his rooster into my warmly mouth as I could finagle and nurse. After just a few seconds, his moans were bordering on scream now. He was tapping on my foreland. I assumed he was trying to say he was about to cum, but could n't get the word out. I never tasted cum before, but I was too in the moment to deal. I wanted to taste him. I had to.

He let out one last cry as his cock blastoff out magnanimous ropes of cum into my mouth. I tried getting it all. After my sassing was full, I took his cock out and jerked any more cum I could out of his tool onto my back talk and grimace. After he finally settled down, I swallowed the cum in my mouth, then what was left on my lips and brass. Turns out, it tastes better than I would 've guessed. Not a taste I loved, but I did n't mind it at all. I put his cock back in my lip to houseclean it up and suck whatever cum was left. After a minute or two, he was starting to get soft, so I took him out of my mouth.

Shane started to recover himself and opened his eyes to look right at me. He broke out the biggest smile I 've ever seen on him. He grabbed my expression, pulled me up to him, then kissed me right on the back talk. I was n't expecting it, but I ended up kissing him back. He pushed through my lips with his lingua, wrestling it with mine. I accepted his aegir tongue, and we kissed like that for various minutes. Surprising to me, I liked kissing Shane. I figured kissing any guy would be a turnoff, but I was actually enjoying it. He broke the buss and looked at me.

'' I know we have to spill the beans about this, but I can only think of one thing right now. ``

And with that, he flipped me over and moved his head down to my tilt severely cock. He wasted no meter by grabbing the top of my shorts and slid them all the way off me. And without faltering, he took my whole shaft into his warm sass. I moaned very loudly, very instantly. This was way better than any chick that gave me head, by far. He took my cock in until his nose touched my trimmed pubes, and he did n't even conduct it out. Not at first. He kept it there for a few seconds and just moaned. His vocal chords vibrating just felt so. Fucking. Good.

I knew I was n't gon na last long, and he knew it too.

'' fucking, dude. This is just ass great ! I 'm gon na cum existent soon .... ''

That only made him suck harder and faster. Once I felt my cum rising up my shaft, he deepthroated my entire rooster without pause, letting my cum slide smoothly down his pharynx. This only made me wan na shriek, it felt so bonk good ! After I finally stopped cumming, Shane took my putz out of his oral fissure, but he was in no rushing to do so. He did it very slowly, gently sucking and cleaning my rotating shaft up along the way.

After we caught our hint, he came back up and gave me another passionate, tongue-tie osculation. I did n't waver this prison term, and returned his buss. But this sentence, I could try out mine and his cum in the kiss. I tasted my own cum before, and was n't weirdo about it. But tasting it with his cum in a hot candy kiss with something else entirely ! We broke the kiss and he looked at me.

'' Any fortune you want to talk about this in the morning ? It 's late and that really pass over me out. ``

I was a bit sad to see him go, but I gave in since I was drowsy now too. He smiled and gave me one Sir Thomas More kiss before grabbing his shorts and heading up to bed. As I lied there, drenched in sweat and cum, I could only imagine what the underworld just happened, and what the piece of tail was gon na materialize next.

region 2 coming soon !