It's kind of strange, but this is the first story I've written and I hope it's not my last..It all started with an email I was typing to someone on the internet..
I seem hopelessly destined to service straight guys. Whether it's my straight friends, new acquaintances, or even the random hot stranger, it's funny to me how many supposed straight guys are willing to let me suck their cock, lick their nuts and ass, or occasionally want my hard 8 and a half inch dick hammering away at their ass.
It all started with my best friend in high school, (actually it started before that but that's a different story altogether). He was a big beefy dude standing 6 foot 1 and weighing about 195lbs, his name was Andrew. He had curly brown hair and a body to die for, even as a teenager. I would always savor the fleeting chance that he would take his shirt off while we were messing around and expose his beautiful mounds of beef that formed his chest. Or when he would be leaning just right and I could glimpse the crack of his ass peeking out of his dirty blue jeans, able to see the gorgeous globes of his butt. God, I wanted him. The rare times I was able to see him completely naked are etched into my head and the basis for many of my jack-off fantasies.
Anyway, we were house-sitting for a friend of his family's and for some reason we slept in the same bed (which, of course, I was more than willing to oblige). We had gotten drunk that night so I was still feeling a bit buzzed. Laying right next to the object of my desire was an amazing thing. It was kind of hot in the house (we didn't know how to control the thermostat) so we were sleeping with just a sheet covering us on the pull out sofa in the living room. I couldn't help but get off by just watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. The moonlight coming through the front windows made a perfect spotlight for his thick pecs and cut abs. I wanted to reach over and caress his chest or get his nipples in my mouth to lick and suckle with my tongue, but I didn't want to jeopardize our relationship. So, I did the only thing I could do, I started wanking my dick right there, next to my best friend.
I had been hard for several minutes, so my dick was already covered in precum. I used it to coat my hand and cock and make this all the more enjoyable. I was stroking my cock back and forth just watching him sleep and had to stop several times in the process, I didn't want this to end (who knows when I would be able to do this again). Anyway, after a few minutes of this torture, just stroking myself wasn't enough, I had to touch him.
I reached over and placed my hand on his chest, he was hot, literally, and it felt good. I rubbed my hand over his pecs and squeezed ever so gently, not wanting to wake him. I couldn't believe I was finally doing what I had fantasized about for years. I gently tweeked his nipple and thought, just for an instant, that I had gotten a rise out of him, both, by the slight move he made and the jump in his boxer shorts. From his chest I slowly worked my way down to his abs, feeling every contour and angle of his body. His stomach was firm and warm and there was the faintest trace of dark curly hair trailing from his belly button down under the rim of his cotton shorts. I continued to jack my cock and knew there had to be a reason God or Evolution created this hairy trail on his body. I let my hand follow where my eyes wanted it to go. Slowly I slid my hand under the rim of his shorts and could feel the small trail of hair form into a soft tangle of fine curly black hairs, I knew I had reached his bush. He suddenly gasped and I froze. He slowly rolled over onto his side, facing me, and then returned to sleeping, this time, laying on his stomach. While he made his turn, I removed my hand from under his shorts and I thought I saw his eyes squinted open (like you used to do when your Mom or Dad would come in to check and make sure you were asleep,..when of course you weren't).
I felt like I was going to go crazy. Here I was, jacking my dick next to my beefy best buddy, a huge wet spot all over my side of the bed, and I just had my hand down my buddies underwear. I couldn't believe I wasn't able to get a feel of his cock. I was willing to take a risk, now. I had to get off with the help of this guy.
As he lay on his stomach his ass was in full view, even his boxers were on my side. They were about 2 inches down his ass, exposing the firm smooth white globes of his bubble butt. I didn't hesitate, but I was still gentle and placed my hand on his ass. I had to stop jacking myself or this was going to end immediately. I rubbed his ass with my hand and slowly wedged a finger into his crack, I was in heaven. I thought I felt his ass rise ever so slowly to apply more pressure, but I couldn't be sure. I slowly moved my fingers down to his rosebud and just as I graced it with a finger he gasped again.
He rolled over again, but this time as he settled on his back, his thumb hooked the rim of his boxers and gave the smallest tug down towards his feet. I knew then that he wanted this too.
I could see it, and it was rock hard. His beautiful 8 inch, thick cock was halfway out of his shorts. It was perfectly framed by a mound of curly dark hair. I went for it. I moved my face towards his crotch, allowing him just enough time to stop this if he wanted to. He didn't move, in fact he casually leaned more my way in an effort to provide me more comfortable access. I moved towards his beefy cock taking in the heat and smell as I got closer. It was wonderful, if I could have bottled the smell I would have. It was thick and humid and spicy. When I reached the head of his cock I wrapped my lips around it, it was covered with precum and I loved it. I was tasting the juice of my best buddy and what a flavor it was.
All the precum made my work that much easier. I slid my mouth halfway down his shaft and felt like I couldn't swallow any more. His cock was streaming a constant supply of clear jism and I was soaking my side of the bed. I went back up on the shaft. Up and down, Up and down I was giving my straight jock buddy the best blow job of his or my young life. He was getting into this too, all the while he was moaning and breathing heavy, even making a sound I can only compare to what I would imagine an adolescent girl makes the first time she fingers herself to orgasm in her bedroom, so cautious not to disturb her parents in the next bedroom.
I felt his hand gently grab hold of the back of my head. He just held me there and slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. His motions picked up speed and before long, he was ramming his thick pole into my wet mouth, really fucking my face. I reached my hand between his legs and grabbed hold of his egg sized balls, with my free hand I started to jack myself again. I could tell he was close, so was I. The only sounds were of heavy breathing, moans, and the sound of his dick raping my tight mouth.
I eased my fingers to his asshole again and ever so gently, placed the tip of my finger to his rosebud. He opened his legs further and I slid my finger into his hot hole, up to my knuckle. I felt his balls contract. "I'm going to cum, man", is all he said.
He pumped his cock into my mouth a couple more times, then exploded his hot thick white juice into my mouth, over my tongue and down my throat. He continued to erupt about 5 more times, filling my mouth with his liquid. I came instantly, it was one of the most vigorous cums I had ever had. It shot thick and forceful all over both of us, even landing on his lower lip. I saw him lick the cum off his lip and savor the taste for a moment.
We were spent. We both rolled over and went to sleep. The next morning he acted like nothing had happened and, in response, so did I.
We never talked about the incident but it has remained one of my fondest memories. I spend many a night jacking my cock, remembering the taste of my best buddy.