The following is an erotic narrative based on true events a couple years ago now. Names and details have been changed only to protect the privacy and identities of the "characters". If it is illegal and/or offensive to read about erotic sexual acts between men then do not continue. Copyright 2008
Drinks with the Water Polo Boys
One average afternoon I was online browsing through an online networking site, looking through friends lists of my friends, addicted to the new website like most of the kids at my school. I looked down at my watch and realized I only had about 15 minutes left before I would clock out and leave work. I had secured a pretty cool summer job as an office assistant and general lackey for the Medical School's legal department. Most days I had plenty of filing and copying and research to do, but today two attorneys were sick; I certainly didn't mind the free time at almost $20 an hour.
Scanning along my computer screen I recognized a name and stopped instantly: Byron Long! Knowing that I was browsing a list of alumni from my all-boys prep school, it had to be the same guy! "I had such a crush on him," I said aloud, realizing I spoke it without even thinking. I noticed my heart rate jumped slightly and realized I was very excited about getting back in touch with Byron. As I clicked the link to add him as a friend, I hoped desperately that he would remember me, after all I was two years his junior in prep school. We only knew each other because we both attended the state Latin convention my freshman year when he was a junior, a third year student.
I checked my watch again, logged off my computer and signed out for the day. As I drove off campus and back home to my parents house, I enjoyed playing through my memories of Byron. I recalled his bright and capturing smile that was always quick to respond to a joke or amusement. I remembered his perpetually messy and short, light brown hair that marked him as a swimmer. Swimmers were as well regarded as they were easily identifiable at St. Malbec, inevitably for their shaggy and dry hair resting above a tired looking face. They often fell asleep during lectures from the practices every morning at 7 a.m. and afternoon promptly at 2:30 p.m. but were often allowed the rest by our rigorous but understanding professors. After all, our Swimming team and especially our Water Polo team were legendary for their skill and record. Since they were easy to pull on and off in the locker room when they changed to their speedos, the swimmers and water polo players usually wore small, well worn t-shirts and loose athletic shorts or sweatpants that hung deliciously on their tight asses and even tighter stomachs.
Driving and thinking, I realized that this was the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year at the University, which meant Byron must be waiting to begin his Senior year at the State School he was attending a few hundred miles away. I wondered if he too came home for the summer or if he stayed and worked near school? I would have to wait until he responded to my "friend request."
When I arrived home I checked my mail and went to my room. My parents moved here a year ago while I was away at school, so it still feels new, comfortable but just not as familiar as home should be. I opened my laptop and checked my email for the 15th time that day purely out of habit. I had a notice that I had a message from Byron Long! I was so thrilled, I immediately logged into the site to read it. He accepted my friend request and sent me a message, asking how I was and what I was up to. Sounded like the nice guy I remembered from prep school. I inwardly congratulated myself for making a point of stopping to chat with him or wave and make small-talk while we were at St. Malbec together. He remembered me! I knew I was in better shape than I was in my prep school days, and much more confident, not to mention out and experienced from two years of college. I secretly hoped he had come home for the summer so I could at least hang out with him a few times. Maybe I could even hang out with him at the beach nearby and see his amazing body again! I quickly wrote a short and pleasant response, being careful not to let my exuberance show through my message. After clicking send, I went to his profile page to see what it said about him.
As I browsed down through his favorite books and movies, I checked to see if he had a girlfriend. My eyes popped open wide, and I rubbed them to check again, he was GAY! Right there on the page, it said he preferred men, and was single. I couldn't believe my luck! Being attracted only to very masculine and straight acting type men, gay or straight, I was overjoyed at the possibilities now. I realized that his instant message screen name was also there, so I added it to my favorites list. I noticed immediately that he was online, so I waited a few seconds and started chatting with him to catch up. I decided to tell him that I'm also gay, since my profile was not explicit about my preference, and he was pleased to hear it. We chatted for about 20 minutes before he had to go, but we promised to chat again soon.
After a couple of weeks, I had chatted with Byron online about eight times, usually short 20-30 minute conversations ranging a number of topics. Usually we talked about a party we had gone to recently since drinking heavily was a common interest for both of us. Finally he mentioned that he and his best friend from his university's water polo team were going to drive up to visit Byron's mom, and would be staying in our hometown at his uncle's house which was empty for the weekend. He suggested we might all meet up and go drinking at the trendy bars downtown since we could walk or cab ourselves home afterwards and sleep it off. I was already enthusiastic when he told me that his best friend and teammate Max was also gay. I couldn't wait to hang out with these guys and get our drink on!
A couple weeks later I called Byron to confirm that we would meet up at Dos Caballeros bar downtown in about an hour. He said he wasn't feeling well enough to drink because of the night before, but he still wanted to go out with me and Max, so he would be the designated driver. I told him I'd see him there and hoped he'd feel better by the time we wet out.
An hour later I was standing in Dos Caballeros, waiting and looking for Byron. I saw him and a very cute, slightly taller guy with trendy glasses next to him. Byron turned and recognized me and they smiled and came over. Two girls slightly younger followed as well. It turned out Byron's sister and her friend were drinking tonight as well and decided to at least start with us at Dos Caballeros. As we ordered drinks and chatted, we began getting more loose and flirtatious, and definitely comfortable enough to make sexual innuendo. Especially after the girls left and we headed to a club down the street. Byron was staying sober but he seemed to be having a good time, just not quite as much fun as Max and I were having. Finally max became visibly drunk, and I was feeling rather tipsy too, so Byron and I decided to take him back to Byron's father's house. When we got there, Byron and I flopped Max onto the big bed in the master suite. Byron left and I thought I would get Max's shoes off his feet, since it would be better to sleep that way. As I pulled them off, Max sat up and began flirting with me again. I was about as drunk as he was, so my memory is not perfect, but I began to undo his belt and his shirt, then pulled off his pants and pulled down his boxers, both of us smiling drunkenly.
I climbed up to his knees and looked up at his tall and built swimmer's body, complete with a toned 8-pack stomach and slowly rising and falling chest muscles. I grasped the base of his long and turgid cock and slowly swirled my tongue around the head. I looked up at him with his hands behind his head as he allowed me to please him. I started giving an expert blow job as I slowly licked up and down the shaft. I played with his robust balls and stroked his dick while I sucked them into my warm mouth. As I brought my face back to his sizeable cut dick I marveled at it, noting it had to be at least 7.5 to 8 inches long and thick but not too thick to handle. I began working on the head with my tongue and stroking the lower shaft with my hand. I sucked more and more of his pole into my hot and wet mouth as I went, slowly increasing my tempo as well. I alternated my head bobbing up and down with my hand stroking him as he moaned and whispered encouragement. I slowly worked my other hand along his inner thighs and traced his beautiful stomach muscles. After working him into a horny frenzy, he sat up and asked "do you bottom or top?" I knew I had told him that I liked to top mostly earlier, so I knew he just wanted to make sure he could fuck me. I smiled and started licking my way up the firm and warm ridge bisecting his stomach as I told him that I love to bottom, but I didn't bring a condom or lube. He reached into his jacket on the bed and produced a condom, extra thin just the way I liked them. Noticing how warm and sweaty we were after the drinking and foreplay, I suggested we use the master suite's enormous shower, we could get clean and he could fuck me at the same time. I also knew he was so drunk he was probably having a little trouble finishing, so this shower might help us both sober up a bit, plus I love having hot sex in the shower!
We walked into the bathroom and got the water running, as he finished undressing me. He carefully unbuttoned my pants and while he was on his knees pulling off my pants and then my boxer briefs, he gave me a quick suck and a few strokes to keep me in the mood. I moaned my approval and we stepped into the large shower. It was like a small closet lined all around and on the ceiling with large gray stones, with a large glass door in place of one whole side of the room. I rinsed myself off, and caressed his chest and stomach as he rinsed under the spray. Then I turned around and put a little shampoo on his dick to lube it. Then I put my hands flat on the stone wall in front of me as he held his thick meat in his right hand and put his strong left hand on my shoulder kneading me but holding me. He put the head against my twitching hole as he bent his knees slightly and thrust himself slowly and steadily into me. I felt the initial pang of slight burning discomfort for a moment, and as I let the pain fade it was quickly replaced by the familiar and satisfying sensation of being filled inside by a big, hot dick. Just an inch at a time he eased into me as I loved the light pain and growing pleasure. Max wrapped one arm around my torso and put his now scruffy chin on my right shoulder as he held me and began fucking me slowly. After a minute of making sure I was adjusted to his size, he brought his hands down and held my hips as he started power-fucking my ass harder and harder. He was pounding me into the stone wall and I moaned and groaned in pleasure, loving the sensations I was feeling from the hammering and knowing I was giving Max such pleasure too. His long and thick tool was exactly the right size to easily reach my prostate and elevate my pleasure to another level.
Next he told me to turn around. I let him pop out of me, knowing it would only be for a few seconds, and quickly turned around. I seemed to know what he was thinking as I put my arms around his neck and he firmly gripped my ass just below the cheeks and at the top of my legs. He pulled hard and quick, and lifted me right off the floor with his toned and strong water polo muscles, slowly placing my back against the stone wall. I held myself up a bit on his neck, as he bent his knees again and entered me for the second time. He slowly entered to get used to the new position, then he held me as he fucked me as hard as he could up and into the wall with slow, long thrusts. I kissed him and sucked on his tongue to drive him wild. His pounding didn't stop as I bounced, making the kissing difficult, so I started sucking on his earlobe and neck and took in the breathtaking view of his sculpted body, burning ferociously with lust and desire. His abs tightening and relaxing quickly, every couple seconds his body mesmerized me. I couldn't believe how lucky I was, getting fucked in the shower by a hot water polo guy! I was getting close just from his powerful and electrifying thrusts into my tight hole. He started to get too tired to hold me up after several minutes of this treatment, so I decided to lay down on my back, as he followed me down and got on his knees I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Max needed no extra encouragement as he eagerly thrust into me again, this time quickly and down to the hilt... I had adjusted to his size and I could tell he was getting close. His long strokes became even longer as he skillfully managed to pull his throbbing dick all the way out to the end of his cock-head, then plunged it all the way back instantly jolting me with intense and overpowering pleasure forcing grunts and moans from both of us. He started to go faster and faster, and finally rammed his amazing dick all the way in, burying it in my ass as I began spurting cum all over my face and chest and stomach. As I came my kiegel-trained muscles clamped down hard on his cock, milking it tightly. I felt his cock swell even thicker and I realized from his twisted face and throbbing prick he was cumming into the condom my ass and filling me up even more. I pulled his ass tighter inside me with my legs and scratched his back deeply with my short nails as I slowly came less and less.
We got up and soaped each other, washing the sweat and cum from each other, then I put Max in bed (he was still rather drunk despite his gold-medal performance) and told him to go to sleep, I had to get dressed and get a ride home from Byron. As he curled up naked under the covers, I started getting dressed in the dim light and started berating myself silently. How could I let the alcohol get the better of me and end up fucking Byron's best friend? Now Byron wouldn't want to hang out with me much, let alone hook up with me like I had imagined. As I walked down the dark hallway to the family room, I realized that Byron had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV. I wasn't sure how long I had been "engaged" with Max, since I was still drunk it could have been 20 minutes or over an hour. I gently sat down on the couch at Byron's feet. He had ended up asleep with his head on the end of the couch and his feet nearly reaching the other end, his 6` 1" frame so cute and slim, his handsome face rugged and adorable at the same time.
As I sat on the edge of the cushion my presence gently woke him and he looked up at me and smiled. We just chatted about the bars we had been to that night a little bit, and he asked me if I still needed him to drive me home. I said yes, but I had some more time to hang out and watch TV with him. He smiled and said he would take me home in an hour or so, after he picked up his sister and her friend from the bar. "In high school I always had a crush on you, you know," I said as he quickly smiled in a slightly self-conscious aww-shucks sort of way. "I'm glad we have some extra time alone because there's something I've always wanted to do." I moved so I was sitting on the edge of the couch near his waist. He watched me with a hint of a smile as I started unhooking his belt and his pants as he lifted himself to lay flat on his back and allow his pants to pass under his tight and firm ass. I looked at Byron's flat torso and beautiful face as I slowly lowered my head down into his crotch to begin a slow and highly pleasurable blow job for one of my hottest crushes! He smiled and purred lightly as I started slowly working up and down his shaft. I noticed he was almost as long as Max and not quite as thick as I slid my suctioning mouth up and down his scorching hot shaft, letting his head push gently against the back of my throat. Byron slid his shirt up and tucked it over his head, giving me a view and access to his firm and perfectly formed abs. He too had an 8-pack and an incredibly sexy water polo body, with slightly larger pecs than Max. I also noticed with delight that he had a medium dusting of soft hair over the tops of his pecs, running down his sternum and the center ridge between his abs, becoming an alluring happy trail through his defined atlas ridges along his waist... all leading down to his amazing cock that I was slowly working in and out of my mouth, my tongue dancing around and up and down as I bobbed my head steadily.
Byron sighed in pleasure as I kept up my expert head treatment. I fondled his warm and slightly hairy balls with my left hand while I stretched out my right hand fingers and slowly swept my hand up his stomach to his nipples, tweaking them. Byron let out a whispered "yeah" as I tweaked his other nipple, and continued to caress his firm abs. I gripped the base of his dick with my left hand as I relaxed my throat and took his full 7.5 inches deep into my throat, sinking my face all the way down to his pubes, smelling clean and musky at the same time. Byron let out a guttural noise of delight, as he quickly brought his hands down to my head, rubbing around the top and sides through my hair, letting me know how much pleasure I was giving him. I kept slowly deep-throating his delicious tool as looked up at him and saw his head thrown back in ecstasy. Then he looked down into my eyes and gripped the sides of my head firmly, speeding up my tempo and controlling the speed to his delight. I thought to myself at the time, "Oh God, Byron Long is face-fucking me!" This was so hot, I couldn't have imagined it being this hot and intense! I used my left hand to gently scratch his flexing abs and chest, and took my right hand down to my own hard dick, quickly releasing it from my slacks through the zipper and jerking myself while Byron continued to use my mouth to pleasure himself, burying me all the way down and pulling me all the way up, almost off his purple cut head. Byron started panting and moaning, increasing the speed of my head and the quickness and strength of his thrusts into my mouth. I reached up and gently tugged on his sweet balls, knowing he was on the edge, as he jammed my head all the way down into his crotch, hurting my nose. His cock swelled in my throat and burst hot jets of water polo boy cum down my throat, squirting 6 then 7, then 11 shots of cream into me, Byron letting loose a loud moan that became a contented sigh. He let his hands fall from the sides of my head, his body depleted of energy. I gripped his slick cock again as I gently and slowly milked the last drops of Byron's jizz from the base to the tip and carefully cleaned off every centimeter of his deflating and sensitive dick. Byron looked down at me with his brilliant smile, but slightly weaker than usual, as he gently petted my head.
I released his softened penis and sat back a bit, putting my own cock back in my pants as he pulled his own pants up and buckled his belt. "Thanks man, that was really awesome" Bryon said gently. "Hey, like I said, I've wanted to do that for a long time dude" I replied, "and if you're up to it after we get your sister and her friend, I'd love to give you road head when you take me back home," winking as I said it. Byron laughed a bit at my suggestion and said "sure" as his cell phone rang...
About 45 minutes later, after getting his sister and her friend and dropping them at the house, Byron started driving toward my place, about 20 minutes away. As soon as we were about a block from the house, I unbuckled my seat belt and told him the exit to take to get to my house as I leaned over under his right arm and started opening his belt and pants. I took out his cock, already hardening quickly, and started sucking to my hearts content. I was essentially sucking him sideways, so I kept rotating my head left and right to swirl my tongue along the top and bottom of his big dick. From my angle in Byron's lap I couldn't deep-throat him, and occasionally I would bump the back of my head into the bottom of the steering wheel. I continued lapping at his sweet cock, enjoying my task like a fat kid with cake. I could tell Byron was enjoying the attention, occasionally letting out a brief "mmmmmm" or a whispered "oohhhh", but I knew with his concentration on driving and my earlier performance, he wasn`t getting close yet. After what felt like 5 minutes, Byron asked me where to go, we were getting off the freeway. Knowing my mouth would be full and that I wanted to get him off into my mouth again, I popped his cock-head out of my mouth and gave him a quick list of turns, and went back to my task with earnest. I sped up my tempo up and down and all around his rock hard dick. I flicked and twirled my tongue all over his shaft and head, using my hand to jerk the bottom of Byrons shaft while using my mouth and sucking hard on the rest of his cock, matching my lips to my fist. As we pulled onto my street, Byron again asked where to go. I quickly popped my head up to see where we were, and pointed out a spot across from my house to park so I could finish him. As we pulled to a stop, I slowed down a bit and focused on slowly and deliberately working my tongue along and behind the ridge of his head, flicking my tip along the bottom of the head where it met the thick shaft, then slipping my tongue along his slit. I regripped his cock and used my other hand to pull his pants and boxer briefs down and out of the way. Byron lifted slightly as I pulled his pants down just above his knees. I took advantage of the extra room and started gently tugging and fondling his balls, while I increased my suction, rotating my head and wanting nothing but another taste of Byron's amazing cum. With the car parked, Byron placed one hand gently on the top of the head, and used his other to trace the tense muscles in my back as I worked my hardest to please him again, (pun intended). After only another couple minutes of my concentrated effort, Byron let out a deep whisper, lost in the feelings, "oh yeah, here it comes" and a few seconds later I was again rewarded with hot water polo boy cum filling my mouth. Not quite as much as the last time, but enough that I almost couldn't swallow fast enough to keep it all in my mouth and off of Byron's nice pants or beautiful legs. As his pumping slowed and stopped, I again milked the last drop out gently, tongue-bathing his dick clean before tucking it back on his balls.
Byron smiled at me again as I sat up, his arm sliding from my back to my shoulder. He gently kneaded my shoulder and said "Thanks again dude, that was amazing. Plus I had a lot of fun tonight." I replied, "Thanks for the ride home buddy, I really enjoyed catching up, hanging out, I enjoyed everything really. I should let you get home though, it's getting late and you look a little tired" as I winked at him and smirked. His smile got a little bigger and I started to climb out of his car. "Thanks again man, and good night!" Byron called out as I closed the door. I waved to him as I crossed the street to my house and let myself inside.
As I quickly undressed and jumped in my bed to get myself off for the first time that night, I realized that I had hooked up with Max and Byron, within only a few minutes of each other, then insisted on blowing Byron again on the way home! I couldn`t believe my luck at hooking up with two amazingly nice, hot, hung swimmers/water polo guys in the same night! It was like a gay Penthouse fantasy! As I replayed in my head Max's throbbing cock in my still widened hole, I realized that these two best friends might talk in the morning, and figure out they both had me that night. "Oh crap, now Byron is going to think I'm some sort of insatiable slut! (which I'm not)" I thought to myself, jerking my 6 inch cut cock. I just had to blow Byron, I'd wanted him since my freshman year of prep school, and Max I drunkenly fucked because we had all been flirting and drinking so much! I was so turned on by all the great action that night, that even this couldn't dampen my good mood and I erupted all over my own chest and flat stomach, jerking and riding a long and needed orgasm to it's last moment. After I wiped myself up and climbed back in bed, I fell asleep with a grin on my face, hoping I would again see those two wet-dream men I had hooked up with. "Who knows, maybe Byron and I could really rekindle the friendship, perhaps it could lead to dating? That was so incredible, I might have to submit this to Nifty!" I thought just before I drifted off.
Tell me what you think guys, I have one or two more amazing and true stories to tell, but this is definitely the hottest sex and the craziest night I've had! Thanks for the input.