This is my first story, so you probably want to know a little about me. My name is Eric. I am 21 and live in Oregon. I am a very easy-going type of guy and think life is meant to be enjoyed. I am also very open. You can ask me anything. And I love my body and think other people should enjoy it, too. I am not into booty calls, but love picture sharing. They don't have to be your pics, but I won't send any of me of you don't send me any. Email me at mrbeefybuns@yahoo.com. I love to meet new people.
This is all based on stuff that actually happened. I have changed the names--even mind--to protect those who are not yet out of the closet. But the rest of it really happened, so I hope you like it.
A friend with lots of benefits
Part 1
I had met him online in a chatroom. His name was Phil and he went to my highschool. Not many people in my school were open about being gay, so it wasn't a great place to meet guys. I usually went to the local clubs to find boys to hang out with or just fuck for the night.
But I was so glad to meet Phil. He was shorter than me, but most people are since I'm 6'1". He had brown hair and so did I, but I bleached mine back then. He was really fun to talk with online and we were jazzed about the same stuff. We both loved garage bands, racing and re-building old cars and both thought Matt Damon was really cute. And we had also just gotten over a relationship. I had just broken up with Joey, but didn't feel too bad about it. Phil had just broken up with P.J. and felt terrible.
P.J. was his first boyfriend, and also the guy who took his virginity. P.J. told him they should just see other people and it broke his heart. He was so depressed when I met him. After one chat, we met up at a local coffee shop and he just cried as he talked about how much he missed him. I told him P.J. wasn't worth it, but he didn't care.
But he got over it eventually. He started to cheer up, especially when I send him a picture of me in boxers. He told me I was too much of a prude to do it. So I did. Then he told me I would never send him a pic of my dick. So I did. He made a huge deal about how it was the biggest he had ever seen got all excited when I told him it was 9' long. Since then he's always asked me for new pics and I usually give them to him. I'm sure I was being conned on some level, but I didn't mind.
He started making a lot of progress getting over P.J. I'd see him in the halls and he's seem a lot happier than he was. Then he told me that P.J. had come to him and said he was sorry and that he wanted to get back together, but Phil said he didn't want to get hurt and told him to go away. I told Phil that he did a really good job. But then he started to feel bad about almost having P.J again. So I told him I'd take him out to see a movie to help cheer him up.
I picked him up Friday night at his house. I had been there a couple of times to hang out, so I knew where it was. He was already by the door when I got there. He had on a blue t-shirt and tight, black jeans. He always wore stuff like that. I, on the other hand, like a nice, loose fit (I need the extra room.)
We went to the mall and saw Constantine. It had been out for a while, so the theater was kind of empty. We sat in the back alone. I had been in the back of dark theaters with guys before and knew what went down, but Phil was kind of shy and I didn't expect much to happen. So I was surprised when half-way thought he moved I felt his hand on my leg. I looked over at him and he was staring at me. He looked scared as if he expected me to hit him or something.
He jerked his hand back to his lap and said, "I'm sorry."
"No, I don't mind," I said, trying to calm him down. And I didn't. Joey used to feel me up all the time and I sure didn't mind if Phil did.
"Really?" asked Phil.
"Yeah, I don't mind at all," I said. "If you go too far, I'll stop you."
Go too far with me? Impossible. I'm a slut and I know it. I am just not aggressive about it. I let the boys come to me and do whatever they want, but I won't run after them.
"Ok," he said. He put his hand back on my leg, but a little harder this time. He rubbed it gently and got a good feel for it. I like to work out, so I have very nice legs. I have a very nice everything.
He started rubbing the inside of my leg and when he felt my slightly hard dick, he stopped. I looked at him and he looked afraid again. I just looked back at the movie and his hand just rested there. He eventually started rubbing again and would take breaks from rubbing my leg to rubbing my dick, which was getting harder. Then a boy two isles in front of us sneezed and Phil jerked his hand back into his lap and just sat there, staring at the other people in the theater. He didn't try to grab my leg again for the rest of the movie. I guess he was scared. And he didn't say much, either. He just watched the movie quietly.
After the movie was over (which was awesome, by the way) we went walking around the mall. He didn't seem too talkative and I had to start most of the conversations. I guess he was embarrassed about feeling my leg and my dick, but I didn't mind.
We walked into Sears. I don't know why. I don't trust the tools they sell and I never get clothes there, but Phil led us there anyway. By instinct, I guess, I went right over to the men's clothing department. I am very fashion oriented, but not too much. I care about my own, but won't give you crap if you don't have any fashion sense. I picked up a blue wife-beater and went into the changing room. Phil had been following me around the whole time without saying much, but just stood outside when I went to the changing room.
Then I got a really hot idea. He had been mopey after the movie, probably feeling bad about feeling me up and I knew what I could do to make him feel better. I put on the new wife-beater and went out to the changing room hall. Nobody else was in any of the stalls and I asked Phil to come in and tell me what he thought of the shirt. He timidly walked in and just stared at me while I showed off my best assets. He didn't seem too excited and just kind of spaced out. I figured if we were someplace private, he could enjoy himself more. So, I went back into my room and told him to follow me. It was the handicapped room and we had plenty of space to ourselves.
He still looked tense and I told him to sit down. I took the shirt and my pants off and stood there in my boxer-briefs. He looked dazed, staring between my hard upper body and the boner running down my leg.
"You know, if you want to see my dick in person, now's your chance," I said.
He looked at me in shock. I don't know why he was surprised by the idea. Two hot, young gay guys in a dressing room together. What do you think is going to happen?
He reached out and pulled down my underwear and stared at the dick that popped out in front of him. He reached out and grabbed it, feeling the warmth and thickness.
"That's nice," was all he could say.
I was pretty excited at that point. I had done some wild stuff with Joey, but never anything in such a public place. He felt my balls. They were kind of scrunched up from the cold room and from how nervous I was.
Phil grabbed my dick again and without a word closed his eyed and started sucking it. I was really surprised at that. He always seemed so shy. But I didn't mind at all. I hadn't gotten a blowjob since I broke up with Joey. And it felt good. My head rubbed up against the warm, wet roof of his mouth and his slick tongue played with the underside of my dick.
"That feels good," I said, softly.
"Thanks," he said.
Why was he thanking me? I should be thanking him. I was getting a blowjob in a changing room from a guy I wasn't even dating. That was so freaking hot. I was so excited by the idea that it wasn't long at all before I was ready to cum.
I warned him and told him that I didn't want to have to cum there. But he kept sucking. I didn't want to cum in the kids mouth, but when I came he never stopped sucking. Now, I cum a whole lot. And it had been a while since I had wanted to cum that bad, so my load was really big that afternoon. And he got almost all of it. Some dribbled out of his mouth and onto his hand.
He I was done cumming, he leaded back and smiled up at me.
"You can spit it out if you want to," I said.
"No, I already swallowed it," he said.
"I didn't mean to cum in your mouth," I said.
"It's cool," he said. "That's the part I was looking forward to."
"Well, thanks," I said. "That felt really good."
"But it didn't last long," he laughed.
"Hey, I was nervous," I said.
"So was I," he said. "Some cute boy asks me to come into the changing room with him. I was thinking, `What am I supposed to do?'"
"Well, you did just fine, I think," I said.
"Hold on," he said.
He grabbed my waist and took my dick back into his mouth, this time as far down as it would go. But I was getting soft at the time, so it didn't go far.
"Trying to deathtrap me?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "That's what I really wanted to do. But you came before I had a chance."
"Sorry," I said.
"It's ok," he said. "I'll just wait until you're hard again."
"That might take a while," I said. "Once I cum, it takes a while until I am ready again."
"I'll wait," he said.
"Well, we can't wait here," I said. "Let's go back to my house."
"Ok," he said. "But, can I see something first?"
"What?"
"Your ass."
"Sure."
I turned around and felt his hand feel around my ass.
"Damn, that's really nice," he said.
"I'm glad you like it," I said. "And you can see a lot more of it at my dorm, so let's go.
-To be continued-