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My first reaction was one thought that crossed my mind: sexy. The second thought was that I was definitely getting laid with Drew today, one way or another.
"Luke? Um, hi." Drew's face burned deep red. "If you don't feel comfortable, with me walkin' around naked and all, I can go dress."
I was silent for a moment. "Uh, well, it's your house."
He looked at me curiously. Uh-oh. Did he figure it out? That I was actually OK with him walking around bare? Or that I preferred it?
Drew stepped aside and ran a hand through his hair nervously while I walked in. His house was built like mine, same structure and all, but it was two-stories. I glanced at the LCD and saw the pause menu of MW3.
I was obviously exploding with happiness inside at the thought of Drew's cock within my eyesight, but I wanted to keep a straight face. I didn't dare look anywhere lower than his chest, lest he might catch me trying to catch sight of him. Even trying to sneak a glance at him with his back turned would probably end up with me thrown out of his house. No, I would just pretend that it was normal for people to walk around nude at home alone or with a gay friend over. Yeah, perfectly normal.
I sat down on the leather sofa facing the LCD, trying to decide how I would work out the best possible way to see Drew full frontal. I glimpsed his nice ass, muscled and tight. He was wearing the same t-shirt from school on top, and I saw his cargo shorts and underwear in a heap on the other sofa perpendicular to me. Sexy.
I noticed Drew bustling around the red-colored kitchen with a mug in his hands full of a dark soda. Probably Dr. Pepper, I thought.
With his back still to me, he asked, "Want some soda, Luke? I got Fanta, Sprite, Mount'n Dew—."
"Mountain Dew," I said.
Drew side-stepped to the fridge from the sink and pulled out a can. I heard a loud CLANG as he dropped it, the can sliding towards the sink opposite me.
I made a quick calculation in my head that I hoped would happen: if that can was in the right spot, Drew would bend down to pick it up with his ass-hole practically in my face.
It did happen as I thought—and better. Drew not only bent down with his ass in my face, but he also turned at an angle that I could even see his dick. And I'm glad I did.
His dick was limp, of course, but almost like mine. His had a few light brown hairs, but it was long, longer than mine when limp. It was a good 4 inches when limp, and it would probably grow up to 6 inches when in 'horny mode'. However, his thigh was covering most of his rod, so I wasn't sure if my observations were totally true...
Drew stood up with the can in his hands. My observing him took at most 3 seconds, but I was sure those 3 seconds would be in my memory forever. The soda can had a small dent, but it was overall OK.
Drew strolled up next to me, his limp dick swinging back and forth as he walked (I watched by the reflection from the TV). He held out the soda can, and I turned to look at him. "It should be OK; probably won't explode or anythin'."
His dick was now mere inches from my face...! I was stunned at the thought, the reality of it. I was tempted so badly just to reach out and jack it off briefly, and then later blame it on a sudden muscle spasm. I knew better, though.
"Hey, could you hand me the controller? It's on the table in fronta you." I glanced quickly, saw it, and handed it to Drew.
With that, Drew started playing MW3. At first, I thought he would move to the couch and sit down before playing. But instead, he just stood behind me with the controller in his hands and his gaze fixed on the TV and warfare. And his dick brushing against me every few seconds.
While Drew was playing, I started talking. "I had my first blowjob last night," I stated matter-of-factly.
"Sweet. Did it feel good?"
I paused. "Of course it did! Didn't you ever have one?"
"Nawh. I wish I did, though..."
I smiled almost wickedly at his response. Jackpot. "If you got paid 30 bucks for someone to give you a free blowjob, would you do it? 'Cause that's what she did to me," I lied.
He continued playing, and pretty hardcore: 4 killstreaks. "She paid you?"
"Yep. But, ya know, girls give fuckin' horrible blowjobs! It was like pulling a dozen knives up and down your dick. It was shit. I wonder if guys could give better blowjobs...?" First, I never got a girl to give me a blowjob. Second, I heard that girls are terrible blowjob-givers and guys do it better. Third, I deliberately put more emphasis on the last sentence.
Drew's gaze was still situated on the TV, but then he just got gunned down and needed to wait for a respawn in the next round. Yes! Finally, we can talk, I thought.
Drew looked at me. "Bro, I feel for you. You don't deserve a blowjob like the one you had with her."
I was getting excited. What would he say?
"Get her dumped, and go for another girl who has no teeth."
I groaned inwardly. I was so close! Then, I decided, I have no choice. I'll go to my last resort. "Drew? Can I ask you somethin'? It might sound really weird, and not like me..."
Drew was in the kitchen area again when I asked him. He turned around and faced me, his dick growing hard for some reason. "Sure. Anything ya want, 'cause you're a guest."
I took a breath. This was it. "I have $30 in my pocket. I never gave someone a blowjob," I lied, again, "But, I wanna see what it's like. Can I give you one, maybe?"
Drew stared at me. I wanted to speak again, to take it all back because I knew now that I blew it. He's gonna tell all his friends that I'm gay, tried to have sex with him, tried to suck him off, blah-blah-blah. I probably won't be his friend anymore, never come here again, or won't be able to talk to him again.
When I was done thinking and worrying, I found Drew next to me. I thought, at first, that I just had a vision, a future sight. But no. What happened next would change everything.
Drew was next to me, his cock rubbing against my arm, and went upstairs. I trailed behind a few steps behind him, and soon enough I found myself in his room. It was somewhat disorganized, but not a pig sty. Drew was still half nude, but he threw himself on his burgundy queen-size bed, threw a thin blanket across himself, and beckoned me with both arms. I was delighted beyond what words could ever explain.