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This story involves graphic male-on-male sex, fucking, sucking, etc. All characters are over 18 years of age, and names have been changed to protect those who wish not to be "outed". Enjoy!
First, let me tell you about myself. My name is Craig. I am 21 years old, 5'10", 187 lbs, dark hair, bright blue eyes. Personally, I think I have a pretty nice "swimmers" build, nice tan, and a 8" uncut cock. I'm pretty laid back, and extremely horny most of the time. The following story is mostly true, involving some friends of mine. This story involves my incredibly hott friend, Brad, and this took place this spring as I watched my relatives' house for the weekend while they were away.
Brad is the hottest guy I know. He is 5'11", 165 lbs, short sandy blond hair, green eyes, the most perfect tan you'll ever see, a light dusting of hair on his legs and stomach (which is damn sexy) and he's extremely athletic. He's not a bodybuilder or anything, but his body is sculpted perfectly. He could easily be a model. Seeing as how we live in a small town, most girls have wanted (and had) him at one time or another. I loved hanging out with him because wherever we went, guaranteed we would be noticed. He is also the straightest-acting person I know. This is why what happened this spring surprised me so much. I'm gonna try not to get too descriptive and just get to the good stuff, but a little background is necessary, but since this really happened, it's worth the wait, promise.
Okay, so I'm housesitting for my cousin. It's a big house, but boring when you're alone in it. Brad's girlfriend had gone away for the weekend, and most of our other friends had also taken off somewhere. So I invite Brad over to play some pool. Everything was perfectly innocent for most of the evening, played pool, drank some beers, smoked a joint, listened to music, the usual crap. Contrary to most of our friends, Brad doesn't like to shut everything down at midnight, he's like me, a nighthawk. So well into like 1 or 2 a.m. we're both pretty sloshed.
Brad leans over me to correct my pool shot. I suck and he's really good so I always take his advice. However this time, he leaned into me further than usual, and lingered long after I had taken my shot. I thought I could feel his bulge pressing into my ass, and thought, "Great. Now that's gonna have me jerkin off all night." Brad is the type of guy that when you want him, you really really want him. That's how I felt. If I got horny, I could barely hold myself back from him. He was magnetic. Tonight though, he was the one giving off the flirtatious vibes. He would rub up against me when not necessary, stare at me longer than usual, talk lower, quieter. I'll never forget, he was wearing dark blue jeans and this white T-shirt, and a Von Dutch hat. Simple, but still hot as hell. Out of the blue he asks me to rub some aloe vera gel on his sunburnt back. I jumped at the chance, maybe being a bit too eager. He removed his shirt, and I thought it strange that his back was very nicely tanned, no trace of a sunburn at all. I thought I'd have some fun though, and lathered up his back with the cooling gel.
I got him to lay facedown on the couch as I smoothed the cream onto his skin, making sure not to miss way down by his waistband. He asked me if I could massage his neck while I was at it and I said sure. I had seen some coconut massage oil in the cabinet earlier, so I got it, and straddled his ass on the couch. I slowly oiled him up, and after about 10 minutes I had worked my way down to his gorgeous ass. I asked him if I was doing a good job, and he replied "Man, that's the best fucking massage I've ever had. Would you mind doing my legs? They're killing me from my baseball game yesterday."
My heart leapt in my throat. Could this be it? Was my ultimate wish finally coming true? We're alone in this huge house, no one around at all, I've got Brad half naked on the couch in the game room, oiled up, and he wants me to keep going. Man, if he doesn't give in all the way, I'm gonna have the worst case of blue balls anyone's ever seen.
"Man, you with me here? You wanna do my legs or what?"
I snapped back to reality. "Yeah man, you gotta take off your jeans though."
"No problem."
And with that, he stood, faced me, and slowly and seductively undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor. My eyes snapped to his crotch, his black CK boxer-briefs tented way out in the front. I looked up at him, and he had this gorgeous "like what you see?" look on his face. I couldn't stop staring at those eyes, I was hypnotized. I swallowed hard, and tried to say something, but nothing came out. Before I knew it, Brad was straddling my lap, his strong thighs on either side of mine. He rubbed my stomach, and sat back on my crotch. Then he started pulling my shirt over my head. When he had it off, he leaned into me and pressed his mouth against mine. I've never been kissed like that before. I felt like I was on fire.
Brad started kissing down the side of my neck, my ear, my shoulder, and moved onto my left nipple. He lightly sucked on it for a few minutes, before moving onto my six pack abs. He kissed every square inch of my stomach, down my treasure trail as far as my jeans would allow. The somehow, he undid my pants using only his teeth, lowered the zipper, and pulled them completely off. My white boxers were tented to the max. He started licking the head of my cock through the thin material until it was soaked. I rolled my head onto the back of the couch, and I suddenly heard a ripping sound. I looked down to see my shorts ripped completely in half, my 8" uncut cock bobbing up and smacking my stomach. Brad swallowed it in one swoop, his throat contracting onto my swollen knob. I could tell by the way he was moving that he had done this before, and it appeared he had had a lot of practice. He alternated between deep throating my cock, to licking each of my balls, and taking them into his mouth. When he did that, he would hum very low, and the vibrating sensation sent me over the goddamn moon. I was spread-eagle on that couch for more than half an hour when I felt him slowly licking around my asshole. I scooted out some to give him better access, and he went to town. He had me loosened up in no time, and then he stopped.
"Are you sure you wanna do this? If you feel weird or anything, just say so. We don't have to do..."
And with that, I grabbed his head and kissed him deep, pushing my tongue far into his mouth.
"Brad, man, there's no one else on Earth I'd rather do this with. You're the hottest dude I know and I need you right now. Fuck me."
He smiled that gorgeous smile, and grabbed the massage oil. Then he pulled his shorts down and out popped the thickest 8" cut dick I've ever seen. He oiled that beer-can thick dong up and got on his knees. Then he lubed up my tight asshole, slipping one, then two, then three fingers into me. I was ready. And I needed it hard and rough. I told Brad this, and he replied, "Just how I like it man, you better hold the fuck on, 'cause I'm gonna ride you like you'll never forget." And with that, he pushed more than half his length into me. I gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure. He stopped, but not for very long. He squirted more oil onto his cock, and pushed the rest all the way in. I felt his huge balls resting against my asscrack as he let me adjust to that horsecock. When I said I was good to go, he went right for the long-dicking. He was pumping me for all he was worth, in and out in and out, sweat dripping, he never stopped biting his bottom lip and cursing the whole time. I was in ecstacy. I couldn't even moan. My head was thrown back, my hair soaked with sweat, my arms draped at my sides. Brad had my legs up on his shoulders, rutting into my hole harder than ever. With his right hand he reached down and started jacking my cock, rhytmically in time with his deep thrusts. Precum was flowing out of my cock like it was piss. His hand was totally covered, so when he stuck 2 of his fingers in his mouth, and licked them seductively, that made me even hotter.
He suggested I get on my knees on the couch, so he could doggy me, getting better access to his latest fuckhole. I obeyed, and soon, I felt his baseball bat cock deep in me again. Man, he was like a caged animal. Banging me so hard the couch was moving, he was moaning and swearing like there was no tomorrow. He had me by the hips, pulling me into him every time he jammed that fucker in. Then he had my shoulders, pulling me back. I felt him lean onto my back, and I turned. He met me with his open mouth, and we kissed so deep I thought I would pass out, all the while he never missed a beat. He had reached around me and was pulling my prick with his muscular hand, paying special attention to the ultra-sensitive foreskin.
He laid me down on the couch on my stomach, and he laid on my back, still fucking me even harder than ever, kissing my neck, my ears, whatever he could get his lips and/or tongue on. The scent in the air was amazing: coconut oil, mixed with sweat and precum, our hot, beer-scented breath, still a hint of pot smoke in the air. Brad was speeding up, when he groaned in my ear, "dude, I'm gonna fuckin' blow here anytime. Where d'you want it?"
"I wanna taste you, shove that fuckin pipe down my throat and fill me up with your Grade-A nut juice."
And with that, he wrenched his cock out of me, flipped me over, and jammed into my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my head, and face-fucked me like there was no tomorrow. After 7 or 8 thrusts, I felt him shudder, and tasted the best-tasting cum I had ever eaten. He was practically screaming, and I glanced up at him. Every single muscle in his body was tensed to the max, his head thrown back, his soaking hair flying everywhere. The load of cum was unbelievable. 9, 10, 11 huge shots. It was running down my chin, onto my chest, covering my sweat-soaked stomach. I couldn't stop caressing his sweaty hard body as I drank his tasty jizz.
Suddenly he looked down at me and said, "Dude, you look like you really need to get off."
And with that, he covered his hand in his own cum, lathered up my cock, and sat directly onto my throbbing prick, burying it deep inside him. I was amazed. He had definitely done this before. No way could he take my big cock in one shot like that. He rode me like a cowboy on a young bronco. It only took 2 minutes and I was there. I screamed through clenched teeth and unloaded my hot baby batter into his sexy body. He wrapped his arms around me ina bear-hug sort of way, and continued to ride me, milking my cock for every last drop of cum. Our sweat and his cum made a nice lubricant between the two of us as we grinded together, both of us moaning and groaning like wild animals. When I was finally finished, he stayed on my softening cock and we made out for what seemed like hours.
Finally, he leaned back, gazing into my eyes, and said, "You don't mind if I stay the night, do you?"
I replied, "Brad, if you don't stay the whole goddamn weekend, I'll take it as a personal insult." And with that, we were off to bed. Over the next 2 days, we did things to each other that we never thought possible. But that's a story for another time. I've always valued and loved my friends, and now, Brad just climbed the list to the top. From that day on, we were inseparable, creating many more hot and sweaty escapades for the hot summer to come.
The End.
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