The blue glow of the TV bathed the room, its volume turned down. Kirk didn't want to miss any sounds that emanated from the upstairs. Much as he would have like to be in the room, watching the action, he knew that was not possible, so he lay on the couch, listening to the creak of the bed, the hollow thump of the headboard hitting the wall, and the murmur of voices, and he let his imagination fill in the rest. It was not what he wanted, but he would take what he could get, anything Andrew wanted, Kirk would accommodate. He would do anything for Andrew Grills, his idol.
Andrew was presently upstairs in the guest bedroom at Kirk's house, with his girlfriend Lynne, doing the "the dirty deed", as Andrew called it. It had been a typical winter Friday night, in their small town, Kirk had met up with Andrew after supper and they had headed to a party, after picking up Lynne. Despite Lynne's objections, Kirk went everywhere Andrew went and Andrew never voiced any objections. If Andrew didn't want him around, Kirk reasoned, he would tell him to get lost, and until he did, Kirk was going to hang out with him, no matter what Lynne said. After all, Andrew was Kirk's best buddy, even though Andrew might not realize it.
Kirk Holloway had met Andrew Grills about a year and a half ago, when he had started High School. Students from various Junior Highs were funneled into the High School and everyone began to make new acquaintances. Kirk was the youngest of 3 children, he lived with his father, a divorced doctor, in a wealthy section of town. Andrew was an only child, lived with his divorced mother in an apartment in a working class section of town. Kirk was about 5 foot 3 and 125 pounds, with blond hair, brown eyes and a pale complexion. Andrew stood about 6 foot 1 and 180 pounds of well packed muscle, with blond hair and blue eyes. Andrew was a rough hewn guy from the wrong side of the tracks, who stood out from the others in school, sometimes for the wrong reasons. Andrew swaggered around school as if he owned it, strutting along like some heavyweight champ entering the ring. Andrew was someone you didn't mess with; he wasn't the biggest guy in school, but he was the toughest, never hesitating to scrap with anyone who crossed him. Kirk was simply a shy little runt of a kid who nobody really noticed, and he tried to avoid doing anything to attract attention.
Andrew and Kirk had gym class together, and they had struck up a friendship of sorts. Kirk was not the most coordinated or strongest guy but he tried hard, and Andrew respected guys who tried hard. Andrew had natural athletic ability and he did very well in any of the games they played in gym class. He tended to take Kirk under his wing, like a pesky little brother, and try to show him the ropes. Kirk was in awe of Andrew and would always try to win his approval. In the locker room Kirk would get changed next to Andrew, snatching furtive glances at Andrews muscular physique, while Andrew regaled the guys with his stories of fighting, drinking and screwing.
One day, midway through the school year, as they were getting changed, Andrew glanced at Kirk and said, "You're finally starting to put a bit of meat on your bones".
"What?" Kirk said, not sure what he had heard.
"You're putting on some muscle" said Andrew, as he tapped Kirk's chest, "It's about time"
Kirk was shocked and pleased that Andrew was taking notice of his body, and touching it as well. It was only fair, Andrew's body was frequently on Kirk's mind, especially late at night when Kirk jerked off. He had seen Andrew in the showers enough times that his body was burned into his mind; the broad shoulders, thick arms, the bulging pecs, the well defined six-pack abs with a slight trail of blond hair leading to a thick dangling cock, and on down to his firm thighs and big size 10 feet; to Kirk, Andrew was perfect.
Over time Kirk began to follow Andrew around, sitting with him in the cafeteria, walking with him to class, anything to spend more time with him.
Kirk's dad supplied him with a generous allowance, while Andrew's mom struggled to make ends meet, so naturally Kirk would always spring for Cokes, chips, or anything else Andrew wanted.
Kirk took to inviting Andrew to his house, to hang out, and Andrew was more than happy to drop by Kirk's fancy spread. Although Kirk didn't realize it, Andrew was self conscious about his poor upbringing, and he appreciated Kirk inviting him over. Andrew never took advantage of Kirk's generosity, but he enjoyed it to the fullest. Nothing sexual had ever transpired between the two friends, Andrew had a ready supply of female companions, and Kirk had never disclosed his orientation to anyone. Lynne was creeped out by Kirk's constant presence, he seemed slavishly devoted to Andrew, and she had dropped steadily blunter hints that he should leave her and Andrew alone, but Andrew enjoyed having a loyal follower and didn't discourage Kirk from hanging out with him, he had even gave Kirk a nickname, Mouse.
As Kirk lay on the couch, he idly wondered how big Andrew's cock was when it was fully erect, could Lynne handle it; would he be able to handle it if the opportunity ever arose? Kirk had no sexual experience of any sort, other than jerking off, but he thought about it so much, he figured he could handle the situation, if it ever arose.
Kirk froze as heard the voices above him, then footsteps crossing the floor.
He heard someone coming down the stairs and he lay completely still. Andrew came down the stairs, clad in a robe belonging to Kirk's dad, and walked into the kitchen. A couple of minutes later he strolled out with 2 beers he had helped himself to, and began walking over to the TV, but he stopped short when realized Kirk was lying on the couch.
"Why aren't you asleep Mouse?" asked Andrew (Mouse was his nickname for Kirk)
"Oh...just watching a good show" replied Kirk, a bit startled that Andrew had come downstairs.
Andrew raised an eyebrow and looked at Kirk, "Your watching an infomercial for a carpet shampooer?" Kirk stammered, but Andrew dismissed him with a wave of the hand, "It's your house, Mouse, watch whatever you want." He stood facing Kirk, the robe was partially undone, allowing a glimpse of his dangling cock. Kirk was fascinated by cocks, especially Andrew's, and he never missed a chance to stare at it. Kirk was so focused on Andrew's cock that he wasn't listening to what Andrew was saying.
" Hey, I'm talking to you Mouse" said Andrew, snapping Kirk out of his daydream. "You should be listening to me and not staring at my cock" Andrew said reproachfully.
" Oh no, Andrew, I wasn't looking at your dick" insisted Kirk.
" You've been staring so hard, you almost burnt a hole in it", said Andrew derisively.
Kirk bowed his head in shame, he had been caught, and now his buddy Andrew wouldn't want a fag like him hanging around. Kirk desperately wanted to say something, to cover up the situation, but there was nothing he could do, he had been caught fair and square. He felt Andrew's hand under his chin, as his head was tilted upward and he found himself looking at Andrew, who now had a smug grin on his face.
" Don't worry Mouse, everybody checks the other guys out, they just don't want to admit it," said Andrew. " Do you think I have a nice one," asked Andrew, half serious and half joking.
" It's pretty big, way bigger than mine", said Kirk, his eyes drifting back down to Andrew's cock, not mentioning that most cocks were bigger than his 4 1/2 inch embarrassment.
" It gets bigger, Mouse, way bigger. Right now its, sleeping, but when it wakes up, it's long and thick, and hard as steel" bragged Andrew in a lecherous whisper. His words sent a shudder through Kirk, who was envisioning the rod of his dreams, fully erect, but he said nothing. "Don't you believe me?" asked Andrew.
"Oh yes, Andrew, I know it's big" said Kirk, as his hand slowly, involuntarily, reached forward. Without thinking, Kirk stroked Andrew's cock with the back of his hand, eliciting a twitch from his cock. A second stroke caused it to begin stiffening. Kirk suddenly realized what he was doing, and looked up fearfully at Andrew.
"Go ahead Mouse, it won't bite" said Andrew quietly, as he stared at Kirk with a bemused grin.
Kirk sat up on the couch and grasped Andrew's cock in his hand, rubbing the head with his thumb and feeling its weight on his palm. By this time Andrew had set down the 2 beers he had been carrying and had pulled open the robe. He stood with his hands on his hips watching his little buddy stroke his cock.
Kirk was now getting into his work and was giving Andrew's cock full length strokes, causing it to rise to its full 7 1/2 inches, jutting straight out from his groin. Kirk heard Andrew's breathing becoming a bit ragged, and he looked up to see if his idol was okay. Andrew had his head tilted back, eyes closed, making little grunting noises. He sensed that Kirk had ceased his stroking so he opened his eyes and looked down to see Kirk staring up at him with his puppy-dog eyes.
"Don't stop, keep going" he urged, and so Kirk continued his stroking, sliding off the couch and onto his knees in front of Andrew.
Andrew didn't know the meaning of the word pragmatist, but he was one. Andrew enjoyed sex and liked to get his rocks off regularly, and he didn't really care who it was with. Andrew was tough enough that no one would ever question his masculinity, and he didn't really care who took care of his sexual needs, as long as they were taken care of. It was a bit of a rush to know that Kirk was willing to take care of him this way, not many guys would do what he was doing.
Kirk was on autopilot now, stroking rhythmically, staring at Andrew's cock as if he was hypnotized. Andrew's cock wasn't the longest in the world, but it was quite thick, with veins springing out from the sides. Kirk had his mouth only inches from the cock, and he wondered if it would fit in his mouth. He opened his mouth and tried to gauge if the thick piece of meat would fit in, and without thinking he leaned forward and slid it into his mouth.
Andrew was shaken from his reverie by the warm wetness on the head of his cock. He was confused for a second and then he looked down to see his blond little buddy bobbing up and down on his cock, and he loved it! Andrew was pleasantly shocked, Kirk had the first 2 inches of his cock in his mouth, and he was slurping and sucking like crazy. Most girls Andrew had been with had practically needed a road map to give head, and then they complained about the taste, but Kirk had gotten right to it, and he was so good!
Kirk found that he could easily nurse the head, but if he went too deep, the cock would stretch his mouth too wide. He sucked on the head of Andrew's cock like a baby at its mother's breast, occasionally inhaling deeply and taking it as deep as he could. He felt the large head of the cock at the back of his throat, and he gagged involuntarily. The real challenge was the width, Kirk had is jaw spread as wide as possible to accommodate Andrew's log, and he couldn't maintain the constant stretching, so he fell into pattern to give his jaw a rest. Kirk would bob up and down on Andrew's meat, trying to take as much as possible, but when he needed a break he would back off and nurse the cockhead. Due to Kirk's inexperience he didn't realize that he was driving Andrew wild when he teased the head of his cock, but just as Andrew was about to shoot he would stop and resume is deepthroating. He was taking Andrew to the brink repeatedly, but he didn't realize it, but Andrew certainly did.
Andrew had never felt anything so good, the feelings from the tip of his cock were coursing through his body, he felt as if he was floating upward, everything was spinning, he grasped the top of Kirk's had to keep from falling over. He wanted to cum, was almost ready to cum, but Kirk kept teasing him, stopping just when he was almost ready.
"Please Mouse, pleeeeaaaasee" he sobbed.
Kirk stopped and let Andrew's cock fall out of his mouth, he feared he was hurting his buddy. He looked up at Andrew with a worried look, and saw Andrew glare down at him angrily.
" Get back to work" growled Andrew, as he forced his cock back into Kirk's mouth. "Keep going and finish me off, NOW" he snarled.
Kirk quickly got back to work and started slurping away on Andrew's thick rod, and Andrew began to mouth fuck him, steadily pistoning in and out of Kirk's warm wet mouth. The pressure began to build soon, and Andrew's hands on Kirk's head prevented Kirk from stopping to rest his aching jaw. Andrew gave a loud moan and began to shot, and at that time each boy was thinking the same thought: "I can't believe this is happening" Andrew shot 7 spurts of hot cum down Kirk's throat, as Kirk frantically gulped it down. Kirk was shocked by the amount of cum that Andrew shot, it was way more than he ever produced, but then Kirk realized this was Andrew, super stud.
Gradually their pulse rates and breathing returned to normal, and the 2 friends starred at each other in disbelief, Andrew broke the silence.
"Why did you do that?" he asked somewhat puzzled that his little buddy would degrade himself like this.
"I wanted to make you feel good" Kirk said, as he stared up at his buddy with his puppy dog eyes. "Did I do it wrong? He asked timidly.
"No Mouse, you did it very good" smiled Andrew as he gave Kirk a pat on the head.
Just then they were startled by a noise upstairs and they heard footsteps. Lynne came to the top of the stairs and called down to Andrew.
"What's taking you so long, I thought you were getting us a beer" she snapped.
"Yeah, yeah" snapped Andrew as he picked up the beers and began to head for the stairs, but not before giving Kirk a wink and whispering "We'll talk later". As he was starting up the stairs, and Lynne had retreated back to the bedroom, Andrew turned and looked at Kirk"
"So Mouse, will you do that again if I ask you to?" he asked shyly.
"Of course" Kirk quickly replied. "I'll do anything you want, buddy, just tell me what you want"
"I'll keep that in mind" said Andrew, then he disappeared upstairs and Kirk heard the bedroom door close.
At 16 Andrew recuperated very fast, and soon he was settling in for a nice fuck of Lynne, slow and gentle. The blow job he had received had served to release some of the pressure, and he was able to last a long time, much to Lynne's delight. They were so absorbed in their activity, that they didn't hear Kirk's shout of exaltation as he spurted the biggest load of his life all over his chest, as he lay on his bed, 3 doors down the hall.