All the names in the story have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent, but all of the events are veritably true. Normal rules apply: you must be 18 or older to read this story, or 21 in some areas. This story contains male/male sex in graphic detail, and should be enjoyed with your hand around your cock, perhaps with some lube, or even with a mouth around your pulsating dick. If you enjoyed my story, please send me some personal e-mails telling me what you liked and what more you would want to hear about: langboy062003@yahoo.com
His name was Jacob, and he was my ex-girlfriend's stepbrother. Technically I had met him before her, but ended up dating the girl, because neither of us was open with our sexualities at this juncture (when I decided to date the girl, that is). From the get-go, I wanted to fuck him or have him fuck me; either way would have worked. And I know it's ugly and unbecoming, but I used to have wonderful masturbation sessions, where I would literally cum three or four times a day just thinking about him. The reason it was foul was not the reason that I was jerking-off severely because of him, but because I was dating his stepsister at that moment.
We spent a lot of time together, Jacob and I, and were quite good friends, even after my horrible split. He would stay the night with me and we would joke around and get drunk. There were several times where I thought something might happen between the two of us, but nothing occurred, because I was a huge pussy. It was fairly obvious that he preferred men to women.
One particular time comes to mind that really gets my cock stiff and leaking every time I think about it. Jacob called me out of the blue, during my summer between senior year of high school and my freshman year of college. He wanted to hang out, and it was pretty late, so he wanted to stay overnight with me. My house was out in the boonies, where he would have to drive anywhere from 20 minutes to 45 to get to me. Naturally, he arrived to my house with a fresh bottle of mixed liquor. You know, the kind that you used to make when you were stealing from your parents and you haphazardly poured as much from as many bottles as you could without getting caught? Well that's what he brought to contribute to our romp-roaring night of debauchery.
The entire night was a drunken blast, and we made each other laugh and do immature things; smoked entirely too many cigarettes, but we were young, so who cares. Anyway, we spent the night doing those things, and I secretly just wanted to lick his beautiful blond face. Jacob had the body of a diver, very trim and ripped, petite, and blond curls; his nose was kind of long, but his lips were tiny and inviting. We both flirted with one another, making each other laugh louder still. Finally, I suggested we go to bed, and he quickly agreed.
As we got in bed, we both disrobed to our boxers -- he in his boxer briefs -- and I slid in the bed, followed quickly by Jacob. That was another tip-off: two half naked men are sleeping in the same bed, without any sort of remorse. Of course my dick was rock hard. There was nothing more that I wanted than to lean over and take his stiff cock into my mouth. Just thinking about it gets my mouth watering. After a several minutes of silence, I hear him `snoring,' and I say that loosely, because he was not asleep at all.
My curiosity got the better of me, so I began to rub his bare stomach with the back of my hand, hopefully to elicit some measure of pleasure, rather than discomfort and a will to leave my bed abruptly. When his body thrived, I definitely took that as a sign to continue, and duly noted that his snoring had, in fact, stopped altogether. Jacob sighed deeply, and then rolled towards me, with his eyes closed. I was able to rub my hand lower down his stomach, only to discover the top of his erect penis, the head peaking out of the band of his boxer briefs. I gently rubbed the tip and felt his pre-cum oozing out of the slit. Every inch of my body wanted to do more, but when I felt this, I sort of freaked out and pulled away. It was a novice move, but he didn't get offended. (I had heard rumor that he had slept with a few other guys, so he definitely knew the routine.)
Unfortunately, that was the end of our session that night. There may have been a time when he caressed my body and grabbed my cock, but it was when I was dozing off and unable to recognize what was passing between us. And though this session ending with the most incredible blue balls imaginable, it would not be our last encounter.
Flash forward to college, Sophomore year, late spring. I am already an active brother of my fraternity, living in the fraternity house. One fact about my fraternity house is that only four brothers, total, reside there; and during the week, there is literally no one around except for those upstairs. My room was the furthest away from the other rooms, so I had a lot of privacy. Furthermore, I had friends come over all the time, where we would spend all night drinking downstairs, without any sense of worry or mishap.
Once again, Jacob calls me and informs me that he has been suspended from his high school for a couple of days, and is on his way to see me. I laugh, because it was a typical situation for us: he would call and say that he was coming to hang out, and I would willingly oblige to host this beauteous man. Another side note is that he can never do anything alone, so he brought a girl with him, which took an extra two hours for him to get here. No worries, though, because the three of us had a blast together, and hung out with a few of his other friends, all of whom were girls. They flirted with Jacob and me, but we barely paid attention.
After we were good and drunk, the girls left to go back to campus, leaving Jacob and I alone in my fraternity house. I had worked it out so that we would be able to go straight to my bedroom without any peculiarity. Since he had shown up on a night where I had school the following day, I quickly suggested that he go to bed at the same time as me so that I could show him around the school. There were no questions asked. He simply affirmed with a quick nod and a shrug of a `sure' and we were off to my bedroom. Now, in my bedroom, there was a bed and a futon. Typically, when a guy has a friend from out of town come, that other guy sleeps on the spare bed if there is one; in this case, we had a repeat of the last night that we spent together.
I changed quietly into some gym shorts and a t-shirt, and handed him the same to sleep in. He changed while I put on some music for the two of us to sleep to. At this point, I'm getting really nervous, and as a matter of fact, every time I hear The Academy Is, I still get butterflies in my stomach. After I chose the album we would be listening to, I hopped into the bed, and he followed me. This time, I told myself, I would not chicken out, and I would have sex with him.
We lay there for several minutes, not talking, but still moving around in the bed a bit. It was a way to let the other person know that they were still wide-awake and open to more stuff. Silently I slid my bare foot over to his, and let the tenderly rest on one another. After a few seconds, he began to use his toes to tickle the top of my foot, informing me that what I was doing was very wise. In response, I began to caress my foot up and down, reaching the top of his ankle, where I could feel his sparse leg hairs tickle the side of my foot.
His hand suddenly reached over and grabbed my t-shirt. I responded with a hand in return, which I deliberately rubbed over his gym shorts to feel his erect member stiffly tenting the material. My hand reached the base of his stomach, where I pushed up the t-shirt so I could feel his bare muscle. This set him off, and he leaned over and kissed me. Now, this was the very first man-kiss I had ever experienced, and it just sent lightning bolts throughout my body.
After that first kiss, I pulled him into me and we kissed hard and passionately, for what seemed like hours. Ours cocks grinded neatly into each other's, and I spent a lot of my time moaning. Somehow during our heated make-out session, we managed to get completely naked. The first thing he did to me was lick away from my mouth, towards my ear, nibbled the lobe for a second, and began to kiss slowly down my neck. His pecks sent shivers all through my body, and while I was moaning, his hand encircled my cock, holding it hard in his hands as he began to jerk me off tenderly. His kisses progressed down the nape of my neck, to my collarbone, down my chest, through my happy trail, ending at the base of my cock. Gently flicking his tongue out of his mouth, he trailed up my cock to the head and began to flick the slit.
Jacob's free hand covered my mouth to stifle the moans that loudly escaped my mouth. Suddenly, I gasped, because his mouth had gone all the way down my cock, engulfing the head and the shaft, burying he nose into my pubes. There was a quiet gagging noise the pervaded his lips, only for a second, and then his head bobbed sensuously up and down the shaft of my cock. On his way up, he would flick his tongue against the shaft, and as his lips went down the shaft, he would drive his tongue into my slit. I almost came in his mouth several times while he did that.
I pulled him off of me to prolong the sex we were having, and pushed him against the bed. I didn't even attempt at the foreplay, and just wolfed his cock into my mouth like it was the last thing I would ever eat again. Since this was my first attempting at sucking cock, I would say I probably wasn't the best, but it seemed to get his cranks going, because he began to fuck my mouth. Once again, I wanted to do something more, so I pulled off his cock and told him to fuck me hard.
His eyes lit up when I said that to him, and there was no second thought about it. Jacobs writhing body lifted from the bed sheets as he pushed on top of me again. Willingly, I let him go down on my cock, and he pushed two fingers into my asshole. It hurt more than I had ever determined, but I wriggled my butt further down his fingers while he went to town on my cock head.
A few minutes passed until I told him I was ready. When I said to do it, to stick his dick in, he moaned gently and prepared to mount me. Another mistake I made was that there was not any real lubrication on his dick other than the pre-cum, so his first few attempts were futile. I halted him, spit in my hand, rubbed it on my hole, spit in my hand again, rubbed it all over his cock, and used my hand to guide him in.
Stiff and hot, his cock head slid past the sphincter and filled in an empty space. It was incredibly painful, but he kissed me as it went in, and it dulled my protests. He slid in further, letting me get comfortable each time he went deeper. Once I was used to it, he slowly slid in and out of my hole, getting quicker with each pump. I loosened up a little bit, and started to get really into it.
As he fucked me tenderly, his hand grabbed the shaft of my cock, stroking it up and down. I told him not to worry about that, that I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could. When he heard that, he just did it. He fucked me so hard that I couldn't control myself any longer. I grabbed my cock and stroked it. He pushed my legs high up in the air, and I just pulled my pud until I came all over myself. Jacob saw this that he had made me cum so hard, that he couldn't hold it any longer. When he was about to bust, he pulled out of my ass and came all over me. I was drenched in man spunk and loving every minute of it. We kissed passionately and fell asleep in each other's arms.