Hello to each and every one of you. This is story contains adult scenes, nudity, and sexual situations. If you are under age, offended by such materials, or offended by homosexual content (in which case, why are you here?) then read no further and leave at once. Othewise prepare yourself for one wild time and READ ON.
My name is Chris, and boy do I have a story to tell. This is a recent experience between myself and my friend Devon. We are both 18 and we met through a mutual friend. Anyway, here's how it all started.
Devon was soon to be moving out of town, so I decided that I'd throw him a big farewell party. I got together all of his friends and we had this big blowout bash at my house one Saturday afernoon. There was lots of music, lots of people, and lots of booze. We had partied well into the night when Devon decided he wanted to go out to one of the local clubs to party some more. So he leaves out and I figure that is the last I'll see him until he finally leaves out of town. Boy, was I wrong. Anyway, I lay down and go to sleep.
BANG, BANG, BANG
I sit up staight in bed and look all around me. It takes me a second before I realize that someone is banging on my front door. I look over at my clock. 4:05 AM. 'Who in the hell would be at my door at this time of night?' I grab my robe and stumble to the door, which is still taking a beating from the person's knocking. I swing it wide open with a sour look on my face to find Devon standing on the other side.
He's pretty tore up and leaning against the door post. "Man, can I crash here tonight?" he finally manages to mumble. I tell him I don't care and he comes in and passes out on the couch. I find my way back to my bed and crash out myself.
I wake up the next morning about 10:00 or so and make my way to the kitchen for my morning cup of coffee. I fill my mug and walk into the living room where Devon is still sleeping. I sit down in the arm chair directly across from the couch and start sipping my coffee.
As I am taking in my morning brew, I start to look at Devon. I mean actually look at him. Sometime through the night, either before he arrived or while he was sleeping, he removed his shirt and he was now lying sprawled across the couch with his arms behind his head peacefully resting.
My eyes slowly moved up and down his body. I had never really noticed before how hot he actually was. Now let me pause to say this. I am bisexual. I have always had these kinds of feelings but never acted on them. It is just recently that I have even acknowledged them. Devon on the other hand is as straight as them come. Getting back to the story.
I gazed at his bare chest and arms and even down to the baggy jeans he was wearing. He was not scrawny, but he didn't have a lot of mass either. But what he had was very well defined and it was absolutely amazing to look at. My gaze wandered to his shoulders and up to his face. I couldn't believe that I had never noticed how cute his face was. His naturally brown hair was spotted with bleached blond highlights.
His eyes moved ever so slightly as he slept. Every muscle on that beautiful exposed body seemed to jump as he shifted his position on the couch. Seeing this just made my entire body quiver. All of a sudden, I got an urge that I could not resist. I got the unstoppable want to put my hands on that warm smooth chest and run my fingers up and down that beautiful body.
I set my coffee down on the table and eased over to the couch. I quietly sat down on the coffee table directly in front of him. I reached out my hand inching slowly toward his body. I was about two inches from him when I forced myself to stop. He's one of my best friends and he's straight as an arrow. What would he do if he woke up? What would he think? Hell, what would he say? But I've got to. He is irresistable.
I slowly laid my hand to rest on his chest. It was so warm and so soft. It took all of my effort to keep myself from shaking. I moved my hand carefully down his chest to his abs, never taking my eyes off of his, making sure that they stayed closed. I ran my fingers back across his chest and felt the strong definition of his arms before returning to those glorious pecs. I was in pure heaven.
I closed my eyes, just reveling in the moment, when I felt another hand on top of mine. I drew a sharp breath and my eyes flew open. I looked at his face which showed no change of expression and his eyes were still shut. I looked down at my hand and sure enough, it was his hand on top of mine. His breathing was still slow and controlled. I figured he was still asleep.
His hand ran across the top of mine, then moved halfway up my forearm before lightly dragging his fingers back down to and across my hand. His motions sent shivers through my body. It felt great. Even if he was only dreaming of some chic, the reciprocation was nice none the less.
He softly gripped my hand and began to guide it across his body. From one side to the other, down his chest, running my fingers down his sides. He began to moan soflty in his sleep, dreaming of who knows what. It took a great deal of strength on my part to keep from moaning out loud with him.
I could feel him pulling at my hand. Pulling it lower and lower until my hand reached his navel. His hand continued to pull at mine, urging it to go lower, farther along the trail. My hand slowly began to inch lower and lower. Knowing where it was heading, I wasn't sure what to do. I glanced at his eyes, which were still closed tight, down his body and back up again.
I was a slight bit surprised to find that he was in an incredibly arroused state. There was a tall tent formed in his pants where my hand was shortly about to be. He kept pulling, overcoming my slight resistance and layed my hand directly onto the bulge in his pants.
The feeling that shot through my body was like sticking my finger in a light socket. I could feel his rock hard meat under the fabric and his warm hand rubbing the top of mine. My heart was racing ninety miles an hour as he guided my hand up and down along the ridge, stroking it ever so softly. I could feel it grow even more under the weight of my hand.
By this time, I was incredibly hot myself and completely turned on. I figured, since I had already gone this far, why not feel the real thing. His belt was already undone and his jeans lay loosely on his hips. The baggy boxers he wore underneath were were sticking out far above the waist of his pants. I placed my hand flat onto his stomach and slowly inched my fingers under the elastic of his boxers. I could feel the band move up my hand and by the time it had reached my knuckles, I could feel the warmth of his cock.
I pushed my hand farther and farther, until I could lay my entire hand on his now throbbing erection. It felt almost overwhelming as it pulsed in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around the entire shaft and started moving up and down. I had my right hand stroking his meat, while I rested my other on his thigh.
As I moved up and down, I felt him place a hand on my shoulder and one on my other hand. His hand moved from my shoulder down my arm to my forearm, and inched its way to the waist of his pants. He grabbed the button and pulled it loose. As he kept pulling, the zipper worked its way down until it could go no further.
I couldn't believe my eyes! This was like a dream. He ran his hand back up to my shoulder moving it around, and up to my neck, then back to my shoulder. Could this be? It seemed like he was asking me to go down on him. I looked at his face to check his expression, and it was still motionless. Eyes closed, still dreaming peacefully. I don't know what it was, but something told me to go for it.
I slid my hand out of his boxers and his cock bounded out of the slit. It was a pretty good size piece of meat. A good six or seven inches at least. Nice and thick, and cut. I looked at it, damp on the tip from precum. Oh I wanted it so bad. I closed my eyes and down I went. I took it all in my mouth in one pass. Devon gasped slightly as his hips bucked upwards, meeting my hot mouth.
I began my motions, up and down. Sucking his wonderful cock for all I was worth. I felt his hands come to rest on the back of my head. Not pushing my head down, just running his fingers through my hair. I sucked him as hard and fast as I could.
After a few minutes, I heard his breathing pick up, getting faster and faster. I knew what was coming. He started to buck his hips faster and faster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him push his head back against the pillow, and let out a loud moan, just as the first shot of his steaming cum shot into my mouth. His fingers grasped my hair and I felt his muscles tighten as he continued to convulse on the couch as he spewed over and over again, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow. I could feel the sweet fluid drip out of my lips and fall to his body.
I kept right on sucking and slurping until his body finally collapsed limp on the couch. I swallowed the last bit of cum and lifted my head up off of his still hard rock. The cum that had dripped out of my mouth had landed on his nuts and were running down the sides onto his boxers. I stuck out my tounge and licked all over his balls lapping up each and every bit of that delicious juice.
When I had completely cleaned his cock and balls, I slid them back into his boxers and refastened his jeans. After I had made sure that there was no "evidence" on the sofa, I stood up and adjusted my robe. I picked up my coffee and and turned toward the kitchen.
"Thanks for the wake-up call, man. I really appreciated it." came Devon's voice from behind me.
Utterly shocked I turned around to find Devon lying on the couch, arms propped behind his head, eyes wide open, with the biggest grin on his face.
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