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I Was Horny
I was recently divorced, horny and attending a party that was a drag. I didn't think things could get much better in my life.
My boss from work and his wife had invited me to their party, knowing my singles status, thinking I might connect with a stray single at the party. None of the rovers had caught my attention or appealed to me, but since my divorce single women were on my short shit list. I was standing next to the impromptu bar nursing a drink, contemplating calling it a night. Suddenly, a hot looking blonde haired young man about nineteen or twenty sidled up next to me and said, "This party is dead, Dude."
Now I hadn't been referred to as Dude in a while. Maybe the last time was in college a few years back. Without thinking I responded, "Yeah, I'm about ready to leave. There's no action for me here tonight."
"So, you here single?" The young guy asked.
"Yeah."
"Why don't we split this fuckin place, go get a drink and find some real action," The young man said, "By the way my name is Brandon."
"Mine's Brad," I said sticking my hand out to accept his we shook hands.
I finished my diluted drink and began walking towards the door next to Brandon. We stopped to bid the host and hostess farewell before departing. Once outside I turned to walk back towards the garage.
"My motorcycle is parked in Dave's garage," I said, "Where should we meet up?"
"Forget it. Let's take my car and I'll bring you back to pickup your bike after we're done."
"Okay."
Brandon pressed the button on the electronic key ring unlocking his vehicle. We both got in, Brandon started the car and we took off. Once in the car I was secretly questioning whether Brandon was in fact old enough frequent bars, but I'd discovered long ago that appearances many times fool us. Brandon asked, "You got anyplace special you like to go drink or hang out?"
"Not really. I'm just getting back into the singles scene. By the way are you old enough to drink, Brandon?"
"Nope. I'm nineteen, be twenty next month," Brandon replied, "How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-five."
"Why don't we go to my place instead of a bar for a drink?"
"Okay, but are there gonna be any women there?" I asked.
"Nope, just us."
Brandon continued driving, we rode in silence. I was wondering what was up with my new friend, going to his place and no women. I was curious as to his motives for inviting me out for a drink and then taking the detour to his place. I wasn't scared of him. I was in good shape and could defend myself if Brandon tried anything foolish. I had just wanted to leave a party that was going nowhere for me and thought Brandon's invitation was an ideal way to get away to score some action.
We arrived at Brandon's gated condo complex. He signaled the gate. The gate opened. Brandon drove in and parked under the canopy. We got out and walked towards his condo in silence. Once inside Brandon asked, "So, what do you like to drink?"
"Bourbon's fine with me."
Brandon poured a couple glasses of Bourbon and asked, "You take ice or water?"
"Neither."
Brandon handed me my Bourbon neat and I asked, "How do you know the Grubbs?"
"Their son and I have been buds since high school, but he's off taking some training for the National Guard. He'll be gone for another three months. His mom and dad always invite me to their soirées, so bein a horny teen I decided to show up looking for a party favor. I sensed the same about you. So, what's your story?" Brandon asked.
"I'm divorced after six years of marriage for past five months," I replied, "So Dave and Lorain invited me to see if I could meet a single lady to hook up with."
"Hey, a good-looking guy like you shouldn't have any problem scoring," Brandon said, "So, you gotta be horny, Dude? I mean five months is a stretch to go without."
"Hell, it's been longer than that since I've had any sex," I responded, "Unless you count masturbation." I knew that would probably draw a laugh from my new friend and it did, "Oh yeah, I'm always horny. I think I was born horny. Maybe that's what destroyed my marriage -- fucking bitch."
"Sounds as though you could use some action to suppress your anger and spice up your sex life or lack thereof, Dude."
"So, you got some women gonna show up later to help us out?" I asked, "You know, I could use a good blowjob."
"I'd rather spice your life up with a good blowjob," Brandon said, "Dude, you're just fuckin hot and I want suck your dick tonight."
"Brandon, I'm not gay," I said with conviction.
"You mean to tell me you've never fooled around with a guy before when you were horny?" Brandon asked, "And you're gonna turn down a blowjob just because of some fuckin label?"
"Nope," I replied, but then thought better and answered, "Well, as a kid I fooled around a little, but nothing after I got married. Besides, after we were married there were no more blowjobs. Hell, I was lucky to get sex once a month."
"Wow!" Brandon exclaimed, "So, were you the top or bottom?" Brandon asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Were you the giver or receiver back when you were a kid?"
"I don't know what do you think?" I replied playing with Brandon's head.
"I think you're an angry confused horny frustrated fuckin closeted bisexual motherfucker who goes both ways, but you might prefer to take it up your ass with the right guy," Brandon said, "And you secretly want to get it on with me tonight; otherwise you would have stayed at the party, Dude."
There was an awkward silence in the room for a few minutes while we sized each other up. I didn't know what to think about Brandon's characterization of me and his proposal. He was definitely hot. The thoughts of hooking up with a guy for sex had eased across my mind once or twice since I'd divorced. There were a couple guys at the gym that I'd looked over. Finally, I spoke up and said, "So, you think you got me pegged. What about you?"
"I'm gay and versatile, Dude, but totally enjoy bottoming for the right guy with the right equipment. I'm HIV negative, have no other sexual diseases and haven't had sex with anyone since Dickie Grubbs left three months ago. I'm fucking horny tonight and I really want you bad, Dude."
"So, you're saying whatever we do tonight is a one night thing, no strings attached, and no one will ever find out about it?" I asked.
"It's what ever you want it to be, Brad. I'm just horny and want to have rampant raw ass sex with you tonight, all night if you're up to it, and maybe the whole damn weekend. Who knows, whatever happens, we'll see. Like they say in Vegas, whatever happens here tonight stays here tonight."
We sat there staring at each other sipping our drinks. I was totally flabbergasted. I'd never been propositioned by anyone boy or girl this fast before. I decided what the Hell, I'd go for it. I'd let Brandon give me a blow job and get a load off. I sat my empty drink glass on the coffee table in front of me. Brandon picked my glass up and took it for a refill. Once he'd refilled our glasses he returned taking a seat beside me on the big plush couch. I took a big drink and sat my glass on the table. Brandon did the same and then was on me like Georgia tick.
His hand was in my crotch rubbing my manhood and I was quickly becoming aroused. I could believe arousal came so quickly. Brandon had a great smell about him. Soon he was smothering me with his face. I'd never been kissed by a guy before; in fact, my ex hadn't ever kissed me the way Brandon was kissing me, and it was exciting me. My ex was just not into sex after we got married. She was always tired, had a headache or some other bullshit excuse. Damn, this kid was one hell of a kisser I thought to myself.
As his wet moist lips were moving around my face and neck his hands were roaming over my body in a sensuous manner. He quickly unfastened my belt, unbuttoned my pants and began wrapping his soft hand around my hard cock.
"That's a nice size piece of meat your packin," Brandon said nuzzling my ear, "I know I'm gonna enjoy it."
I was in a state of disbelief. I hadn't gotten that far with Brandon; never being with a guy before I was learning as we went. I felt Brandon easing my shirt up over my head and off. Once off he threw it aside. He was delirious with desire. His warm wet mouth found my nipples which had become instantly erect. His tongue was delicately dancing across them while my hand was clumsily finding its way to Brandon's crotch, fishing for his manhood.
Suddenly, I could feel his erectness hiding beneath the fabric. And what I found felt like a magnificent piece of manhood. I sensed by what I was feeling that Brandon's cock had to be at least eight inches of trouser snake.
"Oh my!" I exclaimed.
"You like that?" Brandon's hot breath was questioning in my ear.
"You are big," I responded.
"You ain't so bad, Dude. So, do you think you can take me?"
"You want me to suck your cock?" I responded in astonishment.
"Sure, you didn't think this was going to be a one way thing did you," Brandon blurted out.
"Well, uh, uh...," was all I could squeak out.
"How many times do you think you go in a night?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know, probably as many as you. I'm not that old," I said not knowing where I was headed.
"I can definitely do five to six times in a twelve hour period," Brandon said.
"Uh huh."
"Oh, and I like lots of foreplay, makes for more powerful orgasms," Brandon replied, "I hope you can keep up and I hope you're not a minute man."
"No way. I can hold off for as long as needed," I said as we continued making out and exploring each other's bodies. My head was spinning. I was forgetting about the gay thing more and more. Brandon had this power over me and was only interested in getting down to business. My hand brushed against Brandon's erect nipple as I was moving it up to encircle his neck. I stopped, returning to the hard nipple protruding from beneath the fabric of Brandon's shirt. I began playing with it for a few moments before deciding to nibble on it.
My mouth closed over the bud standing at attention beneath the fabric of his T-shirt. Brandon was moaning under my touch. I was slowly easing his shirt up over his head. With the shirt out of the way I could see a sizable and succulent pink nipple about the size of an eraser on a pencil only an inch away from my mouth. I jumped on it like a baby suckling its mother. I nursed it as Brandon was continued playing with my cock.
Brandon was driving me wild with desire taking his time pleasuring me with his tongue in my mouth. I was moaning, groaning and squirming around on the couch uncontrollably. Within a matter of minutes Brandon had shifted gears and his mouth was all over the crown of my glans. His tongue was so hot, so talented. He was making circular moves with his tongue bathing my cockhead. I'd never received a blowjob like Brandon was doing in my life.
He continued administering his special fashion of pleasure to my erect organ while he was fondling my balls. All I could do was moan and groan under this talented touch. I knew I must be producing precum. I felt the tip Brandon's tongue entering my piss slit and then he had my balls in his mouth one at a time. I thought I was going to pass out when his finger touched my asshole.
"Oh Shit!" I screamed.
"Please, not now," Brandon replied stoically, "I've got work to do and don't need to clean up a mess before I finish."
Brandon's warm moist mouth returned to my hard cock where he began sucking it in earnest. Brandon's mouth was moving around my cockhead his tongue circling the coronal ring and then licking beneath the piss slit hitting that very sensitive area. My head was spinning out of control and it seemed as if lightening bolts or fireworks were striking in my head. Suddenly, I felt myself tense up. I didn't want to cum, but I knew I was about to blow a load. As I unloaded Brandon consumed every last drop before coming up for air.
His mouth engaged mine and I could feel and taste my own cum in his mouth as we French kissed. Brandon had delivered upon me the best blowjob of my life. I thought to myself this guy is good; maybe this man on man sex thing isn't all that bad, especially when a guy is horny.
[This is a short story, but could be developed if my readers are interested. Let me know which way to go.]