Disclaimer: any resemblance to real persons or actual situations is purely accidental.
IT TAKES TWO WINNING SCORE
Brian
There are two things in life I just can't do without: one is football, the other sex. The trouble is, for somebody in my position, the two just don't mix and I have to do everything I possibly can to keep them separate. That's why when I answered the phone and heard a young, confident sounding voice asking me whether he could sign up for the football team I manage I knew I had to put sex to the back of my mind. We were short of a mid-field player and this was a chance to sign up a new member of the squad. Sex was out of the question.
The night we met was not the kind of night anybody would choose to go out cruising in the park. It was wet, windy and cold and I got down the pub early. I must have been sitting there for about an hour and was on my second pint when he walked through the door. I knew it was him straight away even though we'd never met before and as our eyes met I could feel my cock stirring in my trousers. Standing in front of me was a tall boy of about seventeen with dark eyes, short, almost black hair. He introduced himself and I felt a shiver go down the back of my spine as we shook hands. I knew straight away I'd have to take control of myself and I kept on reminding myself that we had met to talk football. This young boy wanted to join my club in order to play football and I had to keep my distance just as I did with the other players. I mustn't even hint at sex. And that's the way things turned out. After about twenty minutes chat Pete signed up and two weeks later he played his first game for us.
Pete
I first met Bri one Tuesday night at the King's Arms. I wanted to play for his football team as the club I'd belonged to had folded and I desperately wanted to continue playing I'd contacted a number of managers and Brian was the first to answer. As we sat drinking in the pub he told me about the other players, pointed out that they all lived near each other and were a very close group. He asked me whether I thought I would fit in. I said I didn't think there would be any problems and agreed to attend my first training session the following Thursday.
Although I took an immediate liking to Bri the only thing I could think about at the time was football and sex never crossed my mind. It was not until I'd been at the club for a couple of weeks that I found myself watching Bri more closely. He's a good-looking guy about forty, tall and strong. I noticed that if anybody had a problem he was always ready to help. Other than that he kept his distance. He never got involved in macho talk and whenever Dave and Ben started talking about shagging birds he'd never hang around. I began to wonder why, trying to work out what he did for sex.
Bri
One Saturday morning before an important cup game there was a message from Pete on my answer phone He didn't say what he wanted and my first thoughts were that he was injured or unwell. When I rang back, a little nervous about what he was going to say, I found that it was not that at all. Pete answered the phone but it was not the usual confident sounding person I'd became used to: 'Cheers Bri...er... Thanks for ringing back. Er.......my fucking car's broken down. Do you know who could give me a lift in the morning? I.......I....don't mind sleeping on the floor if....er......somebody could put me up for the night'
Without thinking about what I was doing, I broke one of my rules. Pete lives about ten miles away from the rest of the squad but it would have been easy to get somebody to collect him. Instead I told him he could stay the night at my place.
Pete
Towards the end of the season the fucking car, which I'd only just bought, broke down on the Saturday morning before an important cup game. I could easily have given Dave or Ben a ring. Either of them would have been quite happy to pick me up and tell me all the minute details of their sex adventures the previous night. When I lifted up the receiver, though, it was Brian's number I rang. There was an answer phone so I left a message asking him to ring back. I didn't say what it was about.
Ten minutes later the phone rang. It was Brian. 'Is that you Pete what's the matter?' Brian spoke in his usual matter-of fact tones. I started to mumble and dither and almost before I'd finished saying my piece Brian interrupted: ' You can stay over here if you like. What time are you going to arrive? This was just what I wanted to hear but at the time I didn't quite know why. After all I'd stayed at other guy's houses fuck knows how many times before.
Bri
Pete arrived at about ten o'clock. When I opened the door I just couldn't believe what I saw. There he was, wearing black jeans and a track top, and grinning all over his face. He looked so horny I couldn't stop myself staring at him for a moment before asking him in, my cock swelling inside my trousers. This was the first time he'd got me going since we'd met in the pub and I knew I had to do something. The only way to deal with the situation was to get out of the flat as quickly as possible and go round to the pub for a pint. I told Pete to dump his kit in the hall and off we went. The rest of the evening was spent talking about football but I couldn't stop myself checking Pete out whenever I thought he wasn't looking.
Pete
I arrived at 10 o'clock. When Brian opened the door he stood looking at me for a while before asking me in and I began to get the feeling he was checking me out. My cock began to twitch and I quickly put my hand in my pocked to keep it under control. Almost at once though Bri interrupted my thoughts and told me to dump my things in the hall as we were going round the pub. All we talked about for the next hour was football.
Bri
When we got back to my place we went straight to bed. I showed Pete his bedroom, waited until he'd used the bathroom and then went to bed myself. I lay on the bed with just boxers on and watched my cock as it rose rapidly to its full nine inches even before my right hand had gripped hold of it. For the first time I began to fantasise about Pete's sex life, wondering whether he'd ever had sex with anybody. I found it difficult to believe a hot guy like him was still a virgin. My cock began to throb and my self-control began to evaporate. Dreaming was not enough and I just had to do some investigation, the urge was so great.
I got out of bed, tiptoed across the room and quietly went and stood by the door of Pete's bedroom. There was no light coming under the door so I assumed he was in bed. I stood there, listening intently, my ear up against the door.. At first I couldn't hear a thing but after a while I began to detect a low sort of moaning sound followed by words which were unmistakable: 'Ooooooh....Ooooooh.....fucking wicked.......Ooooooh........Ooooooh.....fucking wicked....' Silence. Then it started again. 'Ooooooh........Ooooooh......fucking wicked.....'
I've no idea how long this went on for because I lost all sense of time. It was almost as if I was fixed to the ground and couldn't move. Then suddenly the noise got louder, the moaning turned into heavy breathing: 'Oooooh.... Oooooh.....Oooooh.....ah..........ah... ah....aaaaaaah........... Silence again. I stood there for another five minutes before going back to bed, the front of my boxers soaking wet.
Pete
It never occurred to me that I'd be sleeping in my own bedroom, Somehow I got into my head I'd be on the floor in the front room and so when we got back to the flat it was a big surprise when I realised I was going to have a room to myself. I couldn't fucking well wait to get to bed. At home I share a room with two younger brothers, get no privacy and it is almost impossible to get a decent wank.
When I finally closed the bedroom door an incredible feeling came over my cock and me began to swell rapidly. I slowly took off my clothes, flung myself naked on the bed and opened my legs wide. I looked down at my cock with its long foreskin and began to stroke it gently. I was determined to make this wank the fucking best I'd ever had. As my fingers gripped the tip of my cock and began to move gently and slowly up and down the shaft fantasies rushed through my mind, thick and fast. Don with the stubby prick, Bill with the tight foreskin, but all the time I found myself going back to Brian. I tried to work out the meaning of the look he gave me when he opened the door earlier and began to wonder about his sex life. 'I wonder what the fuckers doing now?' I thought 'Wanking like me or asleep?' The feeling in my cock became more and more intense and I began to breath heavily.
How long I went on for I don't know. When the climax eventually came it was fucking incredible. I thrust my hips into the air and my cum shot high above my head and onto the pillow. I subsided and lay there for a while before drifting into sleep, not bothering to wipe up the mess.
Bri
The match the following day was a big disappointment. We'd expected to win easily but lost. It was then I broke another of my rules. I generally avoid the showers. I just let the lads get on with it and if I want to speak to somebody I send a message. On this Sunday I went down to the showers myself to tell Pete to hurry up. After the previous night I just had to take a look at his cock. Pete stood there, slim and inviting, the water running down his hairless chest. When I suddenly appeared he grinned and started to wash his hair. A quick glance down and a long thinnish piece of meat met my eye. My own cock started to react immediately and I left quickly before anybody could notice.
I took Pete back to his place and most of the journey was spent in silence. I was trying to work out what went wrong during the game but the sight of Pete in the showers kept flashing across my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd heard the previous night. I know there's nothing odd about a young guy having a good wank but at the time I didn't understand why he'd decided to toss himself off in my room and not at home before he came round.
All Pete said when he got out of the car was: 'Thanks for the room.' I muttered something about coming again if he wanted and drove off. When I got home I forgot about the football completely. The only thing on my mind now was Pete. I started dreaming about him laying next to me, naked, with his cock hard on, laughing all over his face the way he does, and begging me to give him a suck. That afternoon my own cock did overtime.
Pete
The game on Sunday was a fucking disappointment. We lost and I was absolute shit. As usual I went for a shower after the game but then something happened which I couldn't remember happening before. Brian came down to the showers. He said he'd come to tell me to hurry up but I could have sworn he took a quick glance at my cock. At any rate my cock started to react to his presence and I had to finish washing my hair quickly and get out of the showers before anybody noticed.
Neither of us said much on the way home. I just wanted to put football out of my mind and have a quiet wank on my own. What I wanted most of all was a re-run of the previous night's wicked session but I knew there was little chance of that at home. Brian dropped me at end of my road. He didn't say much when I thanked him, just: 'Any time'
That afternoon my brothers spent the whole time fucking about in the bedroom so even though I'd had a shower after football, I decided to have a bath so I could have a wank and think seriously about the situation. As I slowly massaged my cock I made two decisions. The first was to jack in my girlfriend. I realised that the previous night she had not crossed my mind once. The other was to try and get Brian to talk about his sex life. The first was the easy one. I just went round and told her. I think she knew it was coming. The second one was a bit of a problem. I had to think of an excuse for staying over night once more
Bri
The Thursday of that week was the last training session of the season and, after we'd finished, I went to see the caretaker to give him a bottle of whiskey. I stayed chatting. When I eventually got out to the car park there was Pete, on his own, fiddling about with his car, his bulge pressing against the bodywork. He looked up, gave me a nervous smile, and then started to mumble just as he did when he rang up after his car had broken down. Somehow I was expecting what he was going to say 'Bri......er. You know you said ...er if I wanted to stay.' I interrupted him and told him to arrive at nine and I'd get a curry in. On the outside I remained calm - how I managed it I don't know - but on the inside I was shaking.
I knew I'd broken one of my rules yet again but I couldn't stop myself. Every time I lay on my bed wanking, I'd be thinking about Pete: his cock was in my mouth, my cock was up his arse, there wasn't anything I wasn't doing to him. But as so often happens once the orgasm subsided reality dawned and I had to remind myself that there was no reason to think he would ever want sex with me, after all he had only asked to stay the night.
Pete
Thursday training was the last of the season, as there was only one more match left, and the coming Saturday would be the last opportunity I'd have to stay with Brian until September. I thought about ringing him again but hadn't the guts so I decided to approach him at the end of training. Things couldn't have worked out better.
As it was the last session Brian went off to have a chat with the caretaker and I hung about until everyone had gone, pretending to be doing something to my car. When he returned my cock began to swell but my confidence suddenly left and I began to mutter. Brian interrupted: 'Come on, out with it, you want to stay at my place again? Of course you can. Get round about nine and I'll get a curry in.'
Fuck! On the way home I couldn't leave my cock alone. I felt so horny I had to stop the car in a side ally, get it out and have a proper wank. I sat there with my eyes closed, dreaming about Brian and gently rubbing my cock . I was so fucking absorbed in what I was doing that I didn't notice a woman taking her dog out for a walk. Luckily the dog started to bark and I quickly covered my cock with a road map and pretended to be studying it. As soon as she'd gone I started to wank again and twenty minutes later shot my load into an old rag. The rest of the journey home was spent trying to work out ways of getting Brian to talk about his sex life. I had few ideas and the ones I did have were not very practicable. Brian is a very private person.
Bri
I was very restless for the whole of Saturday. I wanted sex with Pete and badly but I knew that I couldn't afford to make the first move. Even starting to talk about sex might be too risky. I spent the whole of the afternoon watching pornos and gently rubbing my cock. In the evening I started to drink before Pete arrived. During the meal we talked of nothing but football and didn't even get near the topic of sex. I continued to drink and by the time we went to the sitting room I was getting quite drunk.
We'd hardly sat down, with me stretched out on the sofa and Pete in a chair on his own, when he went into his nervous mode:
'Um...... Bri.....um....can I ....um.....tell you something?' I nodded. 'I chucked my girl friend in last Sunday'
'Shit' I thought 'Why hasn't he said anything about a girl friend before. 'No chance of sex with him now.'
But then through my drunken stupor I heard him say, 'I'd been going out with her for two years......er.....but .....er.... we'd ...er.......never had sex.' '
I'd had so much to drink I couldn't think straight. There was a long pause as I tried to make up my mind whether to ask him why he'd never had sex with his girlfriend. Eventually I said
' What you do for sex then?'. My question didn't seem to embarrass him and he started to sound a bit less hesitant.
' Wank' came the reply.
As calmly as I could I asked him how often and he then started telling me about some of the problems he has at home.
' I wank whenever I get a fucking chance but the trouble is I've two younger brothers who share a bedroom with me. They're always asking me what I'm doing under the quilt when I'm trying to enjoy myself. I get really pissed off'
Pete was obviously ready to talk about sex and I should have asked more questions, but instead I just suggested the reason he wanted to stay the night was so he could enjoy being alone in the bedroom.
At that point I finally had to admit to myself that, despite the urge to have sex, which was pulsing through my veins, I couldn't even get a hard on because I'd had so much to drink. I knew that the only thing to do was go to bed. As I got up to leave I noticed Pete had stretched his legs out and I could have sworn he was giving his cock a squeeze Muttering something about a toilet roll, I left the room wishing I hadn't got so drunk.
Pete
I drove over to Pete's on the Saturday night and when I arrived the meal was ready. It was pretty obvious Brian had already had a few drinks but again my confidence left me. During the meal we just talked about football. Brian continued to drink and by the time we got into the sitting room he was fucking pissed. I realised this would be my last chance. I had to start talking about sex I decided the only safe way was to tell him about my girl friend. I didn't really want to in case he got the wrong fucking idea but I had no alternative. I asked if I could tell him something. He simply nodded. I then described how I'd split up with Jane but added a bit which wasn't true. I told him that she wanted to go away for the weekend so that we could have sex. but that I didn't want to. When I finished he just sat there and I desperately tried to think of something else to say. It seemed fucking ages before Brian eventually said:
'What do you usually do for sex, then? A boy like you must get the urge quite often'
'Fuck' I thought 'This is it. Bri wants to talk about sex' so I started to tell him about the problems I had getting a good wank. Remembering the previous Saturday I told him I liked it long and slow but at home this was almost impossible.
'That's why you wanted to come round here again is it? So you can be alone in my spare room?' His words were slurred. I didn't know what to say. It seemed as if he knew all about the previous week. I just grinned and looked at him hoping for some encouragement but he just got up and said:
'I'm going to bed. You know where everything is. The toilet roll is on the side'
I sat there for a while thinking about the evening's conversation, gently squeezing my cock and wondering what he meant about the toilet roll. I then took myself off to bed. When I got in the room I made sure the curtains were properly closed and slowly undressed in front of the mirror. I stood there looking at myself, my cock pulsating. I realised I was really desperate for sex with Brian and I wondered whether he wanted sex with me. I turned to look at myself in the mirror, side on, gripping hold of my balls with one hand and squeezing the base of my cock with the other. It was then I noticed two bog rolls - one empty- on the bedside table. ' Fuck me' I said as I remembered what Brian had said as he left the sitting room.
I picked up the empty toilet roll and slipped it over my cock It was a little tight. I stood there in front of the mirror and slowly began to draw it back and forward. I sat on the edge of the bed, I lay on the bed with my knees in the air, and I got into every possible position I could fucking think of, gently massaging my cock. A tingling sensation went though the whole of my body
As with the previous Saturday I lost all sense of time, the feeling was so fucking wicked. I'm nearly eighteen and have been wanking since I was thirteen but never before had I experienced anything like this. There was only one disappointment, though. I fucking lost control and shot my load before I wanted to, my cum spurting all over the bed. I wiped it up, stuffed the wet paper into the end of the bog roll and left it on the floor where I hoped Brian would find it. At four in the morning I woke up with a hard on and started playing with my cock again. This time the feeling was not so intense and my cum just spurted over my chest. I rubbed it into my body and went back to sleep again.
Bri
The following morning Pete left before me. I thanked him for coming and, as casually as I could, suggested he might like to stay the weekend next time. The invitation was a bit vague but I didn't want to push things unless I knew I was going to succeed.
After the game Pete went home without saying anything. I went back to my place feeling really low. I lay down on my bed and started to give the situation serious thought. Pete had told me a bit about his sex life or lack of it, I should say, but I desperately wanted action and not words. I couldn't work out why he hadn't said anything to me after the game and began to feel I'd gone too far asking him what he did for sex and then asking if he wanted to stay the weekend. I decided it would be best to forget all about him. Feeling thoroughly fed up and frustrated I went to the local park to see who I could pick up.
As there was nobody in the park I tried the toilet near the road. I went into one of the cubicles and looked through the hole. There was a guy of about thirty wanking. No sooner had I sat down than he stood up and thrust his cock through the hole. It was one of those thick cocks that curve upwards. I took it in my mouth and started working on it with my tongue. It wasn't long though before I could feel a pumping action as the white liquid spurted out into my mouth, once twice, three times, and slithered down my throat. The guy withdrew his cock, pulled up his jeans and left. I stayed there for about half an hour but nobody else came in. As I walked back home I kept wishing it had been Pete's cock in my mouth..
I didn't know what to do with myself for the next few days. I tried to put Pete out of my mind but every time I had a wank I kept thinking about him. I could see his smiling face, I could picture him in the showers with his long thin cock, I could imagine him lying on the bed wanking. I was cheered up a bit when I cleaned out the small bedroom. I'd left two toilet rolls there on Saturday afternoon - one full and the other empty- hoping Pete would make good use of them. Under the bed I discovered the empty toilet roll- stuffed with paper. I knew Pete had enjoyed himself Saturday night.
It seemed ages but it was only four days. I arrived home late from work and had only just got through the door when the phone rang. It was Pete. As soon as he started to mumble I knew what he wanted. 'Bri...er.. you know you said stay...er.' I cut him short. We arranged that he come round the following day.
Pete
The following morning I was the first to leave and I said goodbye without saying anything about the previous night. Brian's last words were: ' You must stay for the whole of the weekend next time'.
I knew Brian was interested in my sex life but I couldn't work out what he wanted. The lads at football sometimes laughed about enjoying a good wank while watching a porno. Maybe Brian's remarks about the bog roll came into that category. If I made the wrong move or even said too much I wouldn't be playing fucking football for him next season. That I could have coped with.- there are other clubs. What I didn't want to lose, even if I didn't get Brian, was the privacy of his bedroom
The next few days were a fucking nightmare. My brothers were particularly annoying, the bastards, and I couldn't think of an excuse for ringing Brian up. That was silly of me. I didn't need one. Finally frustration overcame me and. I went round the corner, where nobody could listen in, to make the call on my mobile. Luckily Brian was in. I'd rehearsed what I wanted to say before dialling the number but my words were not needed. As soon as Brian knew it was me he said: 'So you want to come and stay for the weekend? When have you got in mind?
Bri
Pete came round on Friday night. I made no real plans I just thought that if I could get him to talk about his sex life a bit more things would develop from there. Unfortunately we met some friends of mine down the pub and got drunk. I vaguely remember putting my arms around Pete on the way home but that was as near as we got to sex.
The following morning when I got up I decided to knock on Pete's bedroom door and put my head round hoping to discover some action. I was disappointed. My knock had woken him up and although the sight of him in bed turned me on I couldn't think of an excuse to go in and went to the kitchen to make breakfast..
After breakfast, while we were washing up. Pete suddenly said he was going out and would be back at five. I didn't know what to make of this. I asked him where he was going but all I got in reply was: 'To get one or two things sorted out'
I spent the afternoon trying to work out what Pete was up to but it was all a bit of a mystery. What scared me most was the thought that he had a new girl friend and wanted to bring her back to my flat for sex but, of course, I just didn't know. Things got so bad I couldn't even concentrate on my favourite porno. Five o'clock came and no Pete.....half-past five and still no Pete. I was getting unbelievably stressed. Eventually he turned up at quarter past six, highly excited.
Pete
I arrived at Brian's the following day at seven in the evening and we went straight out to the pub. We'd only planned to stay for about an hour but, unfortunately, a couple of Brian's football friends were there and we spent the whole fucking evening getting pissed. As we lurched home at about 11.30 we put our arms round each other. It was the first time I'd touched Brian since we'd first met in the pub. I tried to fucking wank that night but couldn't
I was woken the following morning just before mid-day by a knock on the bedroom door. Brian was standing there in his fucking boxer shorts with his head round the door. I could just see his hairy chest and the muscles on one of his arms. As I started to get hard I looked down to see whether there was a swelling in his shorts but couldn't see properly. Unfortunately he didn't come in but went off to get breakfast.
While I was washing I couldn't stop myself getting a hard on. I sat down on the bog and started playing with my cock just as I do at home. I felt sure that if nothing happened that weekend nothing ever would so I worked out a plan which, looking back was a bit prattish. I decided to get a porno video and tell Brian I'd found it in a bog.. That's how I spent Saturday afternoon. When I told Brian I was going out I could see he was disappointed. I said I'd be back by five and was very evasive when he asked me where I was going. As it was I didn't get back until gone six. As I drove up to the flat I could see Brian looking out of the window. My cock began to swell at the sight of him.
Bri
When Pete got back we sat down to eat straight away and it was obvious he couldn't wait to finish the meal. I sat there patiently as I could, knowing it wouldn't be long before he told me what was on his mind. Eventually he came out with it: 'Bri. Guess what I've found?' I said nothing. 'I've found a video in a bog. Do you reckon it might be a porno?' I didn't really think he'd found the video but that didn't matter. Here was my chance.
After the meal we went into my bedroom where I kept my video recorder so I could watch movies in bed. I went straight to the wardrobe got a couple of track bottoms out, asked Pete whether he wanted to change out of his jeans and threw a pair at him.. We both sat on different sides of the bed but I could see in the wardrobe mirror what he was doing. As I slipped my jeans off I could see him doing the same, taking his boxers off with them. Although he stood up with his back to me when he put the track bottoms on I could just see the tip of his cock. He had a hard on. My heart started to pound.
We both lay back on the bed with our knees in the air, both hesitant to reveal too much. Before starting the video I jokingly asked if his cock was stiff and we both laughed as he nodded.
Pete
During the meal I tried to remain calm but I couldn't fucking contain myself. I produced the video and told my little white lie about finding it in a bog.. I'm sure Brian didn't believe me but he showed no reaction. He just said: 'We'll have to watch it in my bedroom. I haven't got a video recorder in the sitting room.' My cock began to swell. Things were working out better than I'd fucking hoped.
When we'd finished eating we went straight into the bedroom. It had a double bed with a television and video fixed to the wall. Brian immediately took control: 'I'm going to put something looser on. Do you want to borrow some track bottoms?' He didn't wait for an answer but flung a pair across at me. We both sat on the edge of the bed with our backs to each other. I took off my shoes, undid my zip and slowly pulled down my jeans, taking my boxers with them. My cock was throbbing and I was fucking nervous. I stood up, with my back to Brian, slipped the track bottoms on, sat back on the bed and rolled over keeping my knees in the air. 'Are you ready? ' said Brian 'Have you got a hard on?' I nodded and we both laughed.
Bri
I don't know what I'd expected but when the movie started I became tense. It was about a man with a large cock and a young woman. It wasn't what I'd hoped for but I realised it could have been what Pete wanted. After all there was no chance of him watching such a movie at home. I wasn't quite sure what to think.
Pete
The porno was about a young women and a guy with a big cock. As soon as it started I glanced at Brian. I expected him to say something but he went fucking silent. I didn't understand why. I began to think I'd made a mistake and that my plan wouldn't work.
Bri
It was Pete who broke the silence when in a low voice he said
'Fuck me he's got a large cock.'
I sort of smiled and relaxed a bit as it was the guy's cock that he'd mentioned and not the woman's tits. But I still didn't know what to say. Pete spoke again, this time louder:
'It's fucking enormous' I knew then I had to say something.
'What bigger than yours ?' I joked, picturing in my mind the long thin cock I'd seen in the showers
Pete didn't give a direct reply. He paused, turned to me and said.
'Tell me Bri have you ever been sucked off like the guy in the porno ?'
This was the first time he'd asked me a direct question about my sex life and my doubts about what he was after began to disappear but still only slowly.
'Of course I have' I said but that was all
His next question sent a shiver of excitement down my spine
'Have you ever given anybody else a suck?'
I now turned toward him and could see the glint in his eyes. I said:
'Why? Do you want me to give you one?
There was a pause.....then the answer I wanted: 'You fucking bet I do'
Pete
After a few minutes I just had to say something so I muttered
'He's got a fucking large cock' This seemed to relax Brian a bit. He laughed and that gave me more confidence. When it got to the point where the guy was about to stick his cock in the woman's mouth I almost shouted:
'Fuck me its enormous' Brian looked at me grinning and said:
'What longer than yours?
We both laughed and I remembered how Brian had looked down at my cock in the showers. Then without thinking I suddenly burst out:
'Has anybody ever given you a blow job, Bri?'
Then for the first time, Brian told me something about his sex life. 'Yeah...of course.'
I now had no doubts. My shyness left me as I turned to him and asked:
'Have you ever given anyone a suck?'
The reply was just what I fucking wanted to hear.
Bri
That was the last thing Pete said for a little while. He remained almost motionless as I sat astride him, leant forward and pulled his shirt off. Gradually edging to the bottom of the bed, I carefully pulled down his track bottoms as I went. I paused and looked at him: he was shivering with expectation, his long, thin cock pulsating. He looked at me and at my cock, tenting inside my track bottoms. I got off the bed and stood just beside him. As I removed my shirt and carefully took off my track bottoms Pete could hardy contain himself. When his eyes met my cock for the first time I heard him murmur, almost in disbelief: 'It's fucking bigger than the guy's on the video.' I smiled but said nothing - all I was interested in at that moment was Pete's cock. I knelt down, bent over him and slowly began to lick it with my tongue.
Pete
Brian looked at me his eyes full of fucking lust. He rolled over, and with his knees either side of me, slipped off my shirt. He paused and then gripping the top of my track bottoms, slowly and firmly pulled them down. I lay there, naked and quivering with excitement, my cock pulsating. I could hardly fucking bare it. I wanted to see the muscles on his naked body and I wanted to see his cock. Still looking at me he got off the bed, and standing just to the side, slowly removed his shirt. Then, just as I was saying to myself 'Fucking hurry up Bri' he carefully removed his track bottoms. His cock hit daylight and I gasped 'Fuck me! Its bigger than the guy's in the video' Brian said nothing, he just bent over me. The suspense was agony. After what seemed an age his tongue touched the tip of my cock and as it did so I closed my eyes. I then began to experience the most unbelievable fucking sensation I'd ever had .....................