I don't know how it slipped out:
"What if your cock was buried in my throat when the ball drops?"
Without even thinking about, I'd made the suggestion. I should be sucking his cock when we rang in the new year. Why had I done it? I mean, Zack is hot, I'd always thought so but we were just friends. And what's more, I had no reason to believe he's gay. What was I thinking?
Well, I'll tell you, there we were, lounging in his apartment in the West Village, smoking some pot on New Year's eve. It was about 11pm and we were late. We were supposed to be at Maryann's party over an hour ago. But that's what happened when Zack and I got together. We would smoke a bowl, shoot the shit, and before we knew it, we were late. It helped of course that we really enjoyed talking to each other. But It helped more that he was so hot. He was my roommate for a year at college before he graduated. I was two years behind him. Now we were both recent graduates living in Manhattan.
Zack had always been hot, always very successful with the ladies. In the year we lived together, he must have fucked seven or eight girls--all attractive. I do okay myself. 5'11" with a slim build and a 6" cock, I get my share. But even back then, no guy I met at a party could compare to the sight of my roommate walking to the shower in a small towel.
He knew he was hot shit back then, and he knew it even more now. He'd been spending a lot of time at the gym so his body had really improved. He still had those piercing eyes and that wicked, smirking grin.
So there we were, high as kites, laughing and palling around when talk turned to how horny he was.
"Shit, we better get going, man," he said. "Gotta get to the party before the ball drops."
"You gotta line up a New Year's kiss?" I joked.
"How `bout a New Year's fuck," he suggested. "Or at least a nice blow job. If we don't get going, I'm gonna miss my chance and then I'll have to make you take care of this bad boy."
His hand groped his crotch, outlining the thick bulge I'd come to know and love. His words hung in the air. He was only joking but it really turned me on. And I said it...
"What if your cock was buried in my throat when the ball drops?"
Silence. He just looked at me. In true Zack fashion, he wasn't shocked. He simply said, "You think you can swallow it all?" I nodded. "Don't be bullshitting me, man. I'm sick of girls who lick the fucking thing but don't take it all." I didn't know what to make of this. Was he kidding? I decided to go for it.
"I can take it."
"I'm pretty big."
"Try me."
"If I stay here and let you live your wet dream and suck my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, you better promise to do it good--I'm giving up the chance to get some pussy tonight. And I like pussy. I'm no faggot, you know that. You're sucking my dick, I ain't doing shit."
I smiled. "Zack, if I don't swallow you to the base, you can force feed me."
He liked that. "I will if I have to."
There it was, something decided. And then an awkward pause. We looked at each other. Finally, he broke the silence with a smirk and a comment.
"You really are a faggot, huh." He unbuckled his jeans. "You're gonna suck me or what?"
I realized I was just sitting there.
"Get to work."
I leaned forward across the couch and moved my head towards his crotch. He scoffed.
"No way, man. Get on your knees."
I moved onto the floor, kneeling before him. He spread his legs to let me in. His crotch was right in front of my face.
"Dig in, faggot."
I unzipped his pants, revealing his boxers. He lifted up to allow me to slide the jeans off. His cock tented his boxers.
"This is gonna be good..." he said.
I licked my lips. This WAS going to be good.