Hi!!! Thank you for reading my past stories and I hope you will enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. There is 10 chapter to this story and each one is as good as the first.
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Kenny Johnson
Chapter One
I met Winston one June summer night in my driveway after I returned home from the grocery store. I had stopped to pick up a few things for dinner, a bottle of Merlot, a couple of rib eyes and a box of angle hair angle pasta for a pasta salad to go along with rib eye. I had the top down to feel the nice summer breeze as I drove along. With the music playing, the breeze and a clear night. I felt so relaxed and was enjoying the ride home after having a long day at work. I went to the gym to get in a workout to help ease away some to the stress and tension of the day. I got on the treadmill and did about five miles and my legs could tell that I had not been to the gym in a while. Even though I do a lot of walking around my lab, it does not help like a good five-mile jog. I so needed this workout.
As I drove out of the city limits, entered the suburbs and turned onto the street were I lived in a two-story brick house, I could smell the aroma of the flowers and cut grass. All of the different styled homes on my street it reminded him of my neighborhood back home when I was younger. I use to sit out on the porch, stare up at the clear blue sky, and just think about what was out there. A smile came across my face as I pulled into the driveway. I noticed a man coming out of the front door of Chad's house that's a few doors down from mine.
Chad Henderson and I have been best friends since high school. He's like a brother to me since I am an only child. Chad stands about six feet even, with brown eyes, athletic built short cut hair and a winning smile. He calls it his politician smile, the kind that would blind you when he smiles while steeling the candy from the baby in the stroller. We still laugh about that now when he tells me about making a deal with some company or organization when they want to buy or lease an old or acquired building from the city. He really knows his job and the business end on making a deal. The city really needed someone like him, honest and up front. When it comes to some Chad time, he makes time for himself, his mother, his sister and me. Chad is a true friend.
We bought homes on the same street at the same time. Chad shares him home with his mother and sister. His mother, Mary Henderson is in her middle to late sixties, but looks like a woman that's in her mid fifties. Chad asked his mother and sister move in with him after he got this job with the city. The house is much larger then their old home and make's it easier for his mother to get around, by it having two bedrooms down stairs, with two separate bathrooms. Chad stays up stairs where there's a master suite, connecting bath and a smaller room, that he converted into an office. Mary Henderson had breast cancer when she was in her mid to late fifties, and had gone through a lot of "Chemo" and with losing her hair, weight and stuff like that and was just sick a lot. However, to see her now, you would not think that at all. She is in remission now and she is doing great. Mary works at keeping herself as fit as possible. Mary is now in her mid sixties and she looks great. Charlotte is in her mid twenty and works for a small advertisement company located in the city and does pretty well. She enjoyed her job, and loved to go out to party. The three of us go out from time to time but here lately, Chad and Charlotte have been homebodies. I know he's been working late these days and Charlotte has been spending a lot of time in the city working and all.
I never told Chad or Chad's family that I am gay and never tried to show anything different. They accepted me just as I am. Oh, I have had my share of girlfriends in high school, but the relationships never lasted long. As for Chad, he just figured I was a player. Hey for that matter, Chad was definitely a player is high school. As far as college, I didn't see much of him. His studies in engineering and business administration, keep him busy on a different side of campus.
There's not much that I can say about Charlotte. When we were off at college, Charlotte was getting ready to graduate from High School and decided to go to a local college and just take a few courses until she made up her mind on the type of career she wanted. Moreover, she wanted to stay close to home when Mary was first diagnosis with breast cancer. The whole family was in a tailspin, but Mary insisted that Chad go off to college and get his degree in engineering, she had Charlotte there and she would look after her, if need be. Chad later told me that his mother said, "she needed the time alone to get her thought together and make a "plan of action", she was not going to let this beat her." By having Charlotte around gave her that opportunity to do something that she would not be able to do if he was there.
Now from what Chad has told me, Charlotte has been throwing hints that's she is looking for a place of her own in the city to give him "more space." Charlotte said she need a place of her own cause she is dating someone. Chad has no idea how this person is and Charlotte has not brought him over as of yet. I always figured that the house was big enough for the three of them and if Chad did get married, there would be another person in the house. Then this would give Charlotte the opportunity to move out, but who's to say...
Chad works for City Hall as the engineering project manager and handles all of the city construction problems, new business, down to approving new building permits. Chad got the job with the city while he was in college, during his last year. The city offered him the position and offered to finance an accelerated class to help him finish sooner. They were impressed with his summer jobs, his resume and all of his college projects. They felt that he would be a great candidate for the position and would help bring other business to the city.
I work for a pharmaceutical company that's just out side of the city, in Jersey City. I have a BS in Molecular Biology. I am five feet, eleven, medium complexion, a body in progress, working on keeping everything as tone as possible, brown eyes, clean shaven face with black hair that's short but not to short. I started out majoring in engineering, but changed it the second semester to biology, thank to his new friend he met in college. I live a good life and proud of it. I live in a very nice home, surrounded with good neighbors, my best friend lives just a few doors down from me and I talk to my parents (George and Jo Ann) once or twice a week. They still live in the old neighborhood and have live there for the past forty years. I visit them whenever possible, but they come out to see me when they are not off traveling around the states. My father, George Montgomery retired a couple years ago from the company were he worked at as an engineer for thirty-five years. My mother, Jo Ann Montgomery worked as an Administrative Assistant at the same company until she had me and decided to become a stay at home mom. She always told me that I was a hand full and could not bear to leave me in daycare while she worked.
They are very proud of me and are not a shame of my sexuality. I told them that I was gay when I graduated from high school, and on my way to college. I thought they would disown me and throw me out of the house and nothing else to do with me. Dad surprised the most about the whole thing. I figured that Dad would be angry and not have anything to do with me ever again, but low and behold, it was the complete opposite. Dad said, "No matter what, you are still my son and I love you. Never forget that." I smiled and started to cry, we hugged and I will never forget that moment in time. After the crying section was over, we sat down at the kitchen, had some coffee and talked about what I was going to major in at college. I told him that he wanted to be an engineer like him, but little did he know what I was getting myself into. Dad smiled and told I that was a good choice, but I should always keep my options open. Dad told me that he did not start out to be an engineer when he went off to college. He wanted to be a Chemist but had an urge to do something different in life.
I know both of my parents love me very much and I never gave then any trouble or caused them to worry about me when I was growing up. I was a good student in school, never hung out late and have one best friend. I love my parents very much and hoped I would always make them proud of me, no matter what.
I drove up in the driveway turned off the CD of Boney James that I was listening to and put the top up. I opened the driver's door, pushed the seat forward to get my gym bag and groceries. I reached into the back seat to grab my gym bag with one hand and the groceries with the other hand, I noticed him about to walking by my house. As he got to the section of the driveway, where we were face to face, I looked up smiled and said, "Good evening". He responded, by said, "Evening". Not looking to see what I was doing, I pulled the bag of groceries out of the car the pasta box hit the ground. He bent over to pick it up, when I notice he had picked up the pasta box and was handing back to him. Our eyes met and I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was this strange, but good felling. Not one of fear, but the kind of feeling like "I want to know you better feeling." I said, "Thanks!" He said, "My pleasure" as he handed me the box and walked away. I looked at him as he walked away and noticed he was heading for my neighbor Alma's house, the one that sit on the corner of my block. As he walked away, he turned smiled. I smiled back and started to walk to the side door of my house that leads to the kitchen. I put the key in the lock, turned it and stepped in side. I puts my gym bag down, put the groceries on the table and took down a wine glass from the glass rack took out a bottle of White Zinfandel out of the wine cooler and poured myself a glass. I walked over to the CD player, turned it on to listen to some more Boney James, while I fixed my dinner.
I walked back over to the table, picked up the grocery bag and took out the rib eyes, took them over to the counter, opened the package to prepare them for cooking. I placed them in a zip lock bag and added some onion powder, garlic powder, a little salt and some white pepper. Then I added some Teriyaki Sauce to the powder mix, removed as much air as I could from the bag mashed it around and placed it in the refrigerator to marinade. I looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall and noticed it was seven p.m. I figured my parents were about to sit down to dinner and said to myself, "I'll call them later." Then the phone rang. It was Chad. He wanted to know what I was up to for evening and if I felt like going out to the club. I told Chad that I just got in and was about to fix myself some dinner. Chad said, "I have company in town and want to take him out to show him some of the nightlife around here." I laughed and said, "What nightlife. We always go to the city for our nightlife!"
Chad laughed back and said, "Listen, if you changed my mind, give me a call. We won't leave to head out until ten o'clock and we would only be out for a few hours." I said, "Let me think about it while I fix dinner and I will call you back." He said, O.K. and hung up the phone. I put the pasta on and got the stuff I needed to make my pasta salad. Then the phone rang again, this time it was my friend Nikki. I met her during my college days. Nikki went to the same college that I went to and she majored in Journalism, where now she is working for one of the local papers in the city. She has her own column called "In the Beat". It covers the entire music scene that happen around the city and the local new talent that showcase their débuts at the local clubs. She has done interviews and wrote about single singing artists and groups that have made it big in the R&B and Hip Hop world.
Nikki wanted to know if I was interested in hanging out with her to hear this new Hip Hop group doing their first gig at the "Club" downtown. I told her that I was about to fix dinner. She asked what was I fixing and I told her. She thumb her nose up to the rib eyes, but told me to have her a plate of pasta salad ready for her by the time she made it to my house. I laughed and told her that I would and we can talk about it when she gets here. She also told me that she had talked to Pat and she would be bringing her along. Pat is another person that we went to college with us. Pat is a crime scene investigator and worked for the local police department, hoping to transfer to the FBI department in Washington, DC.
I pulled the steaks out of the refrigerator, removed them from the zip locked bag and placed them on the grill. My kitchen had the aroma of a steak house and it smelled good. I could not wait for the steaks to get done. I pulled a large bowl from the cabinet took out some spices with a bottle olive oil and prepared my dressing for the pasta salad. I looked at the clock again, and it was seven forty-five, p.m. I knew that Nikki and Pat would be here soon, so I turned the steaks over to sear them on the other side. I like my steak as rare as possible, still moving or saying moo! Pat liked hers medium rare, so I knew I would have to cook hers a little longer. I pulled two more glasses down from the rack and set the table for three. I walked over to the patio door to open it up and let some of the summer breeze enter the home and fill it with the aroma of cut grass and flowers. I loved having a flower garden in my backyard, except for the bugs. I wanted it close to the house, but quickly changed my mind when I gave it some thought. My mother and father helped me lay out the backyard. The landscape was all my mother's idea. She designed it so it looked like the one we have at home, and she did a great job. From the patio, you can see the season change from winter to spring, from spring to summer, from summer to fall and start all over again winter again. It was their house warming present to me.
As I drain the water from the pasta, I heard a car pull up in the driveway, and then there was laughter, it was Nikki and Pat. I yelled out, "come on in". The door opened and Nikki and Pat walked in laughing about something they were talking about on the way to my house. Pat picked up the bottle of wine and poured her and Nikki some in the glasses on the table. Pat said, "Something smells good!" I turned and smiled then said, "Dinner would be ready in a minute." I finished putting the dressing together and drained some more water from the pasta. I poured the pasta in the large bowl, handed it to Nikki and give her the dressing. She sat it on the table, poured the dry spices, olive oil, sesame seed oil dressing over the pasta and gave it a quick toss. By the time she finished, the steaks were done. I told Nikki that I had some baked chicken breast in the refrigerator and it would go good with her salad. She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the chicken breast, diced it up in cubes and added it to her salad. I turned down the music and unplugged the grill and we all sat down to eat.
While we were eating, we talked about our day. I asked Nikki and Pat, what were they laughing about as they got out of the car. Nikki told me that she had told Pat about something that happen at work. I looked on and asked Pat how was her day. She told me that she had her second interview with the FBI and things looked promising. We made a toast to her and her continued success.
I told them that Chad had called and asked me to hang out with him to night, cause he had a friend in town and wanted to show him the nightlife in town. The girls asked who was he and I told him I did not know. Nikki asked me to call Chad and see if he wanted to hang with us and to bring along his friend. Nikki also asked if Chad was still single? I told her that I think she missed her mark. Chad is thinking about asking this girl he's been seeing to marry him. She looked kind of sad for a second, but that sadness did not last long. Nikki is the type of woman that does not let any grass grow under her feet. I don't think she has ever had a long-term relationship with one man. She is always on the move, interviewing this person or that person and flying from here to there. Maybe one day she will settle down and find the right one. Pat is the same way too for that matter. Being a CSI officer, she has these crazy hours. I don't know how she does it and how she can have a normal life. This happens to be one of her night off, but she can be asked to come in at anytime. Both Nikki and Pat know about my gay status and are very comfortable with it. When we met in college, we would meet in my dorm room, have "these late night" study session and talk about everything except schoolwork. We started talking about dating and how many date we each have had since high school. When it came around to me, I told them about my brief stats with a few girls, and then told them about being gay. I told them about what happen when I told my parents and how accepting they were and have never looked back.
By now it was nine forty-five, p.m. and I told the girls that I should call Chad and let him know our plans. As I got ready to pick up the phone it rang and it was Chad, calling to find out if I was going to join him and his friend for a night out. I told him about Nikki and Pat being at my house and Nikki asked if you and your friend would like to join us downtown at the Club where Nikki will be checking out this new Hip Hop group. The whole evening would be on her. Chad said it sound like a great idea and he would meet us there if that would be all right. I also told him to just tell the doorman that he's with Nikki's party and the doorman would show him where we would be sitting. Nikki had a private booth at the club reserved just for her and her guest when she was doing an interview on new talent when they preformed at the Club.
Pat and Nikki cleared off the table and put the dished in the dishwasher. We finished off the bottle of White Zinfandel and each had one glass of Merlot. I told them that I really needed to jump in the shower and change my clothes before heading out. I rushed upstairs, pulled out a pair of dressed khaki and a pale green raw silk shirt. Jumped in the shower and toweled off, added the deodorant, took a cap of mouthwash and did the swizzle thing and spit. Combed my hair and put on some cologne (Cool Water) and slipped on a pair of causal dress loafers, then headed down stairs. When I got to the kitchen, the girls had closed the patio door, locked it and had the kitchen door opened and waiting for me to run out.
We got to the Club and there was a line with patrons waiting to get in. We walked up to the door attendant, Nikki told him who she was and also told the door attendant that two more of her party was on there was. She left Chad's name with him and asked if he would show Chad and his friend where we would be sitting. The door attendant smiled a big grin and said, "Sure!" As we headed toward our booth, Nikki started telling us a story about her and the door attendant. A waiter came over to take our order. We each order a glass of Merlot, as the waiter walked off, Nikki continued with her story. She told us that one night at the club, she had an interview with a male comedian after the show. Things went well in the interview and after it was over, he returned back stage to leave. She said, that the door attendant came over to walk her to car and wanted to make sure that she got there safely. Nikki invited him back to her apartment where things got hot and heavy. As she went down on him and he started to go down on her, he was getting very excited. The all of a sudden, he started shooting his load everywhere.
His stuff hit the ceiling over the bed, the wall and some of it landed on her head. She told us that she had never seen anything like it. We fell out laughing and asked her what happen next and just then, the door attendant was walking over to our table with Chad and his friend. Chad had dress much like I did, but his shirt was a different color. He friend was dress in a short-sleeved off-white linen shirt, khaki dress pants and loafers. He introduced us to his friend Winston Hodges. Chad told us that he knew Winston from the old neighborhood. He also told me that Winston's mother lived down the street from us. He said that I knew her, Alma Hodges. She has the house on the corner that is painted yellow with white trim. I said, "I remember it now! (Even though I knew it's the first house you see when you turn on to our street and is always kept nicely done with a beautiful flower garden in the front.)"
I looked at Winston and remembered he was the one that handed me the box of pasta that I dropped in the driveway, getting out of my car. I could not help but to noticed that he had a body of a boxer. He stood about five-eleven, has light brown eyes, big shoulders like a boxer, medium complexion, a stocky boxer's build with natural curly hair in a box cut. He is a very attractive man and he know it but did not show it, if you know what I mean. He spoke and he and Chad sat down across from one another in the booth. Nikki, Pat and I sat on the inside. With Chad on my left and Winston to Nikki's right. The waiter came with our glasses of Merlot and asked if Chad and Winston wanted something to drink. The both order gin and tonic with lime. The waiter came back with Chad and Winston's drinks. We lifted out glasses and toast to a good evening. We took a sip from our glasses and the show started. The group came out to do their thing and we all sat and listen to the boys rap. The music was fine, but some of the things they said, I just could not get with but this is the nature of Hip Hop. When the first session was over, Pat excused herself to go to the ladies room. Chad got up to use the men's room and Nikki went to talk to the boys (men) of the Hip-Hop group. I was left there with Winston, and started to feeling a bit uncomfortable. Winston looked at me and asked how did I know Chad. I told him that we lived in the same neighborhood, went high school and been best friends since. We both bought houses in the same area, together and he lived two doors up from my house. I said, "I did not know that Mrs. Hodges was his mother". I went on to say that she is a very kind and lovely lady. He said, "Thank me for the kind words." Then Winston asked if Chad and I had something going on. I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face and said, "Where did that come from?" Winston said, "Because of the way Chad talks about you and I see that the two of you are dressed somewhat alike (with a smile)." I looked at my shirt and laughed. I told him "no" and it just worked out like. But why would you think that Chad or I was gay? He said, "I always though Chad was on the "DL" and tried to figure out who he was seeing, then I met you and?" Now you on the other hand, I just have this feeling about. The ladies you are with have not made a single move towards you the whole evening. I told him that they are my friends and everything with them are on the up an up. Winston laughed, and then smiled.
I told Winston that I don't remember him for the old neighborhood. He told me that when he was young, he lived there, but went away when he was about thirteen. He looked straight into my eyes as I looked into his and I had that feeling again. By that time everyone had return and it was time for the second show. Right as the second show got started, I asked Chad to let me out, I needed to pay my water bill, he smiled and got up and then slid back in towards Pat. As I was walking towards the men's room, I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was Winston. He said he needed to use the rest room also. We walked inside the men's room, walked to a stall and took care of business. After we finish, we both walked to the sink to wash our hands and Winston asked if I was seeing someone? I looked over at him and said, "No, do you have someone in mind?" He looked at my and said, "Yes, me!" I looked at him with my mouth agape. With the water still running, he moved his hand from faucet and gently closed my mouth shout.
They say that your expression can speaks volumes, and I guess my expression was speaking loud and clear to Winston, cause the next thing I knew, he kissed me. I jerked my head back, looked away from him and saw my expression in the mirror. It is also said, that "The Mirror Doesn't Lie". I felt something that night when I first saw Winston, and I was feeling it again in the men's room. I looked back at Winston and said, "This is happening a little to fast for me right now". I turned the water off, pulled some paper towel from the holder, dried my hands, walked back to the booth and sat down. The group was performing their third rap and Winston came along and sat down across from me. He looked at me and I looked at him and did not say a word. I looked for our waiter, called him over and ordered another glass of Merlot. The waiter returned with drinks for all of us, placed them on the table, picked up all the empty glasses and walked away. I picked up my glass to take a sip and I felt Winston's shoe touch mine and he looked at me raised his glass of gin and tonic to me and took a sip. I felt hot all over like someone had just turned up the heat.
The show ended and everyone was clapping. I was stunned from what just happened. My mind did a rewind and play back from what took placed in the men's room. I heard someone speaking looked and saw Nikki trying to get my attention and she asked me how did I like the show. I smiled and told her fine, she laughed and said, "You lie!" Everyone at the table laughed. They all knew with the exception of Winston that I am not a big fan of Hip Hop music. I'm more a contemporary jazz and R&B music fan. It's the type I listening to, and they know that my favorite radio station is CD one-o-one point nine, FM; I can't get enough of it.
The club started jumping, pumping with the sound of artists like Pattie La Bell, The Temptations, R. Kelly, Gerald Levert and others like that. The dance floor got crowded quick and Nikki and Pat wanted to join in on the groove. Nikki asked Winston to let her out of the booth and asked him to dance, he told her that he would sit this one out. Pat slipped out behind her and grabbed Chad's hand and he followed. I wasn't in the mood for dancing at that moment, still thinking about what happened in the men's room. So, that left Winston and I sitting at the table alone together. Still feeling a bit awkward, Winston looked over the table at me and asked, "What's was wrong?" I said, "Nothing!" but he did not believe me. He got up and sat next to me to get a view of the dance floor and to talk to me. As he slid in next to me, I moved over a little to give him some room. Besides, I wanted to put a little distance between us anyway. Winston, looked at me again and said, "Look, if you feel that I'm putting you in an awkward position, lets put an end to this now, I will not purse this or push it any further." I looked at him with a smile and said, "I think you are moving a bit too fast." Winston looked me in the eyes and said, "I just want to know you better. I don't know any other way to do this, but to say what is on my mind." While looking at him, I could feel my cock starting to come to life. I felt the heat of my body starting to rise and my cock started pressing against my jockey shorts.
I looked down at his hands on the table and notice that one of them was touching mine and then I looked up at his face. I was getting so turned on that I did not know what to do. I had this feeling about him and that feeling was good. If I had a mirror right then and there, I would be able to have seen the expression on my face. Because that expression must have told Winston that I was down for this. I looked out on the dance floor to see if I could get a glimpse of Nikki, Pat and Chad. They were off in the middle of the floor having a good time. I then looked back at Winston and smiled. I told him that I would be willing to give this a try, but if things get ugly, I want out and that would be the end of it. I told him that I'm not a drama person, I'll watch it on TV and in the movies, but I don't want to play the role in real life. He smiled and said, "O.K.", with no hesitation, no break in his voice and looked me dead in the eyes, but I felt that there something was wrong here, and I would have to wait to find out what it is.
Winston asked when could he see me again, I told him to stop by my house tomorrow. I told him what time I would be in from work and he could come by then. He said, "That would be fine." With his hand still touching mine, he took hold of it with both of his, held it and then let go. I was aching so badly, it was hard to control myself. I looked at him and smiled but this time I must have had this hungry look in my eyes. He said, "I don't know if I can wait until tomorrow, but I guess I'll have to" and I smiled.
We sat stealing glances at each other and did not want to give ourselves away. I picked up my glass of Merlot, looked out on the dance floor and saw Nikki and Pat coming back to the table. When they arrived I asked, "Where's Chad? Nikki told me that he saw some girl that he knew and started dancing with her. I looked at my watch and notice that it was one thirty, a.m. I asked Nikki and Pat if they were ready to go. They asked if they could finish there drinks and I said, "Sure." I had had enough for the evening and wanted to get home and think about what I just gotten myself into. By then Chad came back to the table, picked up his watered down gin and tonic, finished it off and asked Winston if he was ready. Chad thanked Nikki for a great evening and Winston did the same. Winston said, "It's was nice to meet all of you and hope to see you again." As Chad and Winston walked away, Pat looked at me and asked, "So what do you think about Winston?" I looked at Pat, smiled and said nothing. Nikki looked at me and asked, "What's going on!" I said, "Nothing! (With a grin on my face)." We got up from the booth, walked to the car and headed for my house.
Nikki pulled up in front of my house and I looked at my watch. It was now two fifteen, a.m., and I knew it was going to be a long day. I knew I could not get any sleep before it was time to get up for work. I walked around headed to the side door, took out my keys to get ready to unlock the door, and saw Winston sitting on one of the two steps that are there. I looked around and asked, "What are you doing here?" He said, "I could not wait until you came home from work. I need to see you now!" I looked at him, he moved in closer and that's when it all happened. Winston took me in his arms and kissed me hard. Shocked and surprised, I pushed back a little and he pulled me in closer. I could not fight the heat that was growing between us. Our lips open and our tongues fought their way pass each other.
I felt my cock coming to life again in my jockey like it did at the club. I could feel Winston coming to life too. We broke off our kissing and I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I locked the door behind us, walked over to the glass rack to reach up for a wine glass. Winston walked over behind me pulled down two glasses and handed them to me. I had left the bottle of Merlot on the kitchen counter. I looked for a corkscrew and handed it to Winston. He removed the seal, opened the bottle and poured us some wine. We both took a sip and I walked into the living room, Winston followed close behind. We sat down on the couch and slipped off our shoes. He made himself comfortable in a matter of seconds. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and I could this nice size chest of a boxer. He moved his hand over to mine and place it on top. His hands were soft to the touch and it sent goose bumps up my spine. I looked at him right in the eyes and did not flinch, said to myself, "if he wants me, he is going to have to work for it." Things took another turn. My cock began to twitch and begged to be set free. I could feel it oozing it and getting my jockey all wet. I could only imagine what was happening to Winston at this time. So, here we were sitting in my living on the couch and I could feel the heat rising again. He starts playing with my fingers and that made everything worst.
Winston moved in for the kill by getting closer and telling me how intriguing I am and saying all the things he wanted to do to me, like nibble on my earlobes, bite my lips and suck the nipples on my chest. I was floored, I was hot and I could not take another sip. I had trouble sitting the wine glass on the table. He said, "Am I getting to you?" Well, after he said that, all I could do was look into those sexy, light brown eyes" of his and breathe hard (damm!). If he had moved closer and kissed me right at that moment, I would have exploded in my white "FTL" jockey right then and there.
I had the windows opened and the ceiling fans going to keep the house nice and cool during the summer nights. A nice breeze came along with the sweet smell of the honeysuckle, roses and carnations that I have in my garden out back and filled the air in the room and with the heat that was coming from our body just intensified the air that
was around us. Sweat started to form on our faces, and I could see sweat run down his chest and feel it rolling down my back, I was hot! I was so lost in his eyes and getting hotter by the second, knowing I was about to go on the ride of my life, with a friend of my best friend. Then my brain stopped and said, "What the hell are you doing"? I could not answer. All I could see was his eyes, and feel his hand stroking the top of mine.
We stood up, I could see the imprint of his cock pressing against his khaki pants and it looked like he was packing a nice piece in there. We started walking towards the stairs, when Winston grabbing my hand, squeezed it lightly as we proceeded up the stairs. We stopped; he turned me around to face him and kissed me. Our mouths opened, and our tongues did a dance, like Indian thumb wrestling and his tongue won hands down. Even with all of this hot kissing and hand holding going on, I started thinking about Chad and how this would mess up our friendship, then Winston stuck his tongue deep into my mouth and it seemed like he was trying to tickle my uvula (that little piece of flesh that hangs in the back of our throat). Then boom, my knees went weak, and that thought soon faded away. I felt like I was falling and Winston, grabbed me by my shoulders, squeezed them a bit, pulled me up so I was standing on my tip toes and I went with the flow, taking in deep breaths as he laid those lips on me, and I saw stars. You know, like the kind that is shown in the cartoons when one of the animated characters gets hit in the head and they see stars well, that's what I saw. I forgot all about Chad and everything else at that moment.
Winston moved his hands up and down my back, and pulled me closer and kissed me harder (if he had pulled me any closer, he would be standing on the other side of me).
I could feel his rock hard cock pressing up against my leg and I knew he could feel mine too! I could tell that our cocks wanted some very much needed attention and to be free of their confinement, then the heat from our bodies did not make things any better. Winston moved his hands slowly down my back to my ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. With my arms wrapped around his neck now and holding on, every time he would gently squeeze my ass, I would tighten my grip around his neck. He let me come up for some air, while squeezing my ass and moved his lips to my neck giving it little kisses; it felt good, real good!
The heat from his mouth on my neck just got me hotter and I started moaning with delight. I let go of his neck and started moving my fingers up and down his neck, which set him off to moaning and grinding his cock into my leg. I could feel it twitching, aching to be set free. I moved a hand between us to get a feel and rub his hot piece. When I touch it, he moaned louder and said, "Fuck!" I was ready to take that bad boy into my hungry, waiting mouth and do a job on it. We stepped back away from one another and looked at each other just for a second, then I took his hand and we ran up stair to my bedroom. We started stripping out of our clothes to be free and to get down to business. He grabbed the bottom my shirt, pulled it over my head and started sucking my right nipple and I fell onto the bed. I heard him say, "Fuck!" He pulled his linen shirt off and rushed to get out of his pants. I finished removing the rest of my clothing with the exception of my underwear so we could finish what we had started. I looked and the only thing he was wearing was his boxer's and I noticed his muscular thighs and before I knew it he was sucking on my nipple again.
I looked down and saw that his cock had push through the slit of his boxers, waiting for me to take it into my hungry mouth. I reached down to rubbed his now hot and wet cock and he moaned as he was sucking my nipple. I rubbed the head of it and felt the wetness that was coming from it. It had to be about nine inches, uncut, thick and sticking out of this basket of light brown hair. I smoothed the hood of it back and Winston moaned again and sucked harder on my nipple. It felt like he was about to suck my nipple right off my chest. I let go of his hot wet cock and saw it twitch. I gently pushed away from Winston to get to his hot wet cock and he assist by rolling over on his back, giving me full access to the whole package. I reached for it and it twitched with pre-cum dripping from the once covered head. I took the skin that covered the head of his cock and slid it back slowly, Winston moaned again. I sucked the head of his cock and tasted his pre-cum for the first time and it had that bittersweet taste to it.
As I took more of his cock into my mouth, Winston grabbed my head and slowly started to fuck my mouth. He would move his hips forward so I could get more of his cock into my mouth and he moaned again but picked up a little more speed this time. Winston was fucking my mouth and I loved every minute of it. I would deep throat his cock and that just made him hotter and moan louder. He started saying things like "Oh shit, oh shit", Suck that dick, suck it". While he was saying all of that, I had my cock in my hand pumping for dear life. I would come up for air every now and then, but I want to feel Winston's cock explode in my mouth and drink every ounce of cum he was able to produce. I felt myself about to climax and tried to hold back and wait for him so we would cum together. I let go of my cock and grabbed hold of his ass and pulled him in as close as possible to where my face and nose was all in his hot, sweaty basket of hair and the aroma of his body wash just got to me. It was all up in my nose and I could not help but to breathe it in.
Without touching my own cock, I shot my load right there between his legs on the bed. I was spent, I was done for, but I keep sucking away and holding on for dear life. His cock started to swell in my mouth and I knew he was about to let me drink the juices that he was storing for me. Winston brought my head in as close as possible, I got another whiff of his now even hotter and sweaty pubic area and he then said, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming", and oh boy did he cum! The force of his load hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. My reflexes kicked in and I backed off of his cock just enough so it would shoot down my throat. I drank him, like you would drink an ice-cold beer on one of those hot summer days. After his cock started going soft, I sucked on it to get the very last drop. He gently pushed my head back, smiled and asked if I was trying to suck his nuts dry. I let his cock slip out of my mouth, licked the corners of my lips and smiled. I crawled up towards him, laid my head on his arm. He pulled me closer to him, using his arm as he wrapped it around my neck and kissed me on my lips, tasting his own bitter/sweet juices. He licked his lips and smiled. We laid there for what seems like hours. I got up, went to the bathroom and came back with two towels to clean up with.
Winston looked at his watch and saw that it was five thirty, a.m. He told me that he had to leave. He did not want his mother to worry. I looked at him with a smile on my face and said fine. He got up, and got dress, then asked if he could come back later. I told him sure. I got up, grabbed my bathrobe and walked him down stairs to the kitchen door. I let him out, he turned and kissed me again and said, "I'll see you later!" and walked off in the direction of his mother's house. I locked the door, fell against it, sighed and went back up stairs, laid down on the bed looked at the clock, picked up the phone to call out sick and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up around eleven, a.m. I thought about what had just happen earlier and smiled to myself. How did I let that happen? The sex was good! Then I though, if this is a start of a relationship between Winston and I, how would it work. Being that Winston and Chad are friends, it would look strange if Chad was to see Winston coming from my house. This is something I must think about before it gets any deeper.