The following is a fictional story based on real people. Things have been changed so as to protect myself. If you're underage, don't read it, yada yada. Please e-mail me with feedback as it asks at the end. Enjoy!
The first time I met Jesse was at the bar. It was a weird deja vu moment. He was friends with a lot of the people I was friends with but I'd never met him. Finally I figured out where it came from- I had seen his FB page before as a "suggested friend", and he had also dated a girl I used to go to school with. What I neglected to mention was I was formally introduced was that I had creeped his page as well. He was fuckin hot! But it wasn't until I met him in person that I realized just how hot he was.
I ran into him at our bar several more times after that. He was a really nice guy, not a jerk or anything. He was also very buff. Even if I hadn't seen his shirtless pics it was pretty obvious by how tight his American eagle shirts were. He had a smallish rounded face, with most of his facial features sized to fit. He had short cut dark blond hair, sometimes longer on top, sometimes buzzed all around. He had piercing blue eyes. He was a little shorter than me at probably around 5 foot six and a half inches. He probably weighed about 180 or so, but it was solid muscle. Whenever we would run into him at the bar I would always steal glances at him but never got much.
One evening he showed up while we were there he ended up hanging at our table most of the night. I got pretty drunk as the night went on and I felt the urge to make a move, but I never though he'd go that way, and that he'd beat my ass if I did. Not being a really strong guy, it wasn't worth the risk. Not to mention, I'm not really out, so it could have had a lot of backlash.
Later in the evening I excused myself to use the bathroom. There was a short wait but soon I was in and found myself alone. There were only two urinals, I chose the one on the right in the corner. I unzipped when someone walked in, and I realized it was Jesse. He stood next to me and also unzipped. I had to fight not to look, but I stole a couple quick glances anyway. He was kinda facing towards me, but I couldn't see anything, so I stopped trying. As I continued relieving myself, I realized he wasn't going. I looked over at him only to find him looking back at me, eye to eye. OK, that made me nervous. I decided to make light of it.
"Pee shy?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Just a little," he said with a sheepish grin. I noticed now though that he was looking down at my crotch, but he couldn't have seen anything. I ignored it. "Well I'm almost finished, unless you want a hand." I chuckled again. Did I really just say that? Well at least it was in a joking manor. He zipped back up and turned facing me, leaving his belt undone. "Sure, I know you're dying to give me one." I paused. What? Fuck. Had I been that obvious? I really thought I was gonna get a beat down now. I was still pissing and couldn't go anywhere. He walked up to me and placed his right arm around my shoulder. He straddled my left leg which was out some so that I could keep balance, pressing his junk against my leg.
He leaned in to my ear and said lowly, "I seen the way you keep looking at me."
By now I had finished with my leak and began fumbling with my pants. I managed to get them buttoned but that was about it. He leaned in closer if it was possible, pressing is cock against my leg harder and whispered, "Meet me at my car in five minutes, I'm behind the tanning salon." With that he reached his left hand down and grabbed my zipper with his forefinger and thumb and pulled it up, his three remaining fingers grazing my cock inside my jeans behind it. I instantly started getting hard. He stepped away from me and buckled his jeans, and I did the same to myself, and he turned and walked away, looking over his shoulder and giving me a smile as he did so.
I was floored. Did I really just get hit on and groped by this supposedly straight hot guy? Maybe it was the alcohol in him talking. Maybe he was setting me up. I walked back to the table and he was there acting like nothing had happened, but after a minute he commented on needing something from his car and he went out side. I guess he was serious in some way. I decided to find out. I let a few moments go by and commented that I needed some fresh air, and headed outside myself. Everyone else was just paying attention to each other. I walked out the door into the parking lot, which was adjacent to the building. At the other end was a small tanning salon which bar patrons often parked at when it was busy in a small lot on the other side of the building.
I made my way across the lot and around around the salon to the smaller lot which was between the salon and the car repair shop net to it. Very private actually. There were three or four cars parked there, and I saw Jesse leaning up against the car farthest in the back, his belt unbuckled once again. He stood there with his arms crossed, a smile on his face. Not so much a cocky smirk like you might think, but a pleased grin. "I wasn't sure if you'd come," he said as I approached him, unfolding his arms. "Yeah I wasn't...either," I managed out. "How are you so sure I'm not gonna beat you up for being a fag?" he asked as he took a step towards me. We were now only a few feet apart. I stopped.
"I-I guess I don't," I managed out.
I'm sure the look on my face was terror. He smiled again. "Don't worry, I won't," he said. He closed the distance between us and put his face very close to mine. Looking up slightly at my five foot nine inch frame, he continued his beaming smile. "You have nothing to worry about, promise," he said. He was so close I thought he was going to kiss me. "I knew you were gay as soon as I met you," he said. He suddenly placed his hands on my waist and ran them down a bit to my ass. I jumped a bit from the unexpected move. "Whoa, relax," he said. "I see the way you look at me with those hungry eyes. If you took your eyes off my chest or cock long enough to look me in the face you'd see me doing the same thing."
"Really?" I asked. I was surprised.
"Yeah," he said, sliding his hands further down my legs to just under my ass. "But I thought you were straight? I mean you've had girlfriends and everything." "Yeah, but there are often times I like to just be with a man," he said, looking down at my chest. He pulled his hands up and went over it once. "Shall we?" he said, motioning towards the car. "Its a bit cold out here." He turned around and opened the rear door, and motioned for me to get around the other side, and I did. As I climbed in, Jesse was already inside, splayed out like he knew full well what he wanted. He leaned his back up against the door facing me, with one leg down on the floor and the other across the back seat. I had to sit forward so as not to sit on his leg.
"Well, what do you want to do?" he asked looking at me, one arm laid out of the door, the other along the back of the seat. "I don't uh...know," I said, still nervous that at any moment another one of my friends was gonna pop in and go gotcha! I looked over his body. Down his tight, muscled chest to his slightly too small light colored jeans. They were nice and tight on his crotch, but also showed very little of what lay inside. They showed a bit of a bulge when he walked but now due to the tent shape they showed next to nothing. His belt was still undone.
"Well, I'll just say this. You can do whatever you're comfortable with, it's all fine by me. If you don't even want to do anything other than talk, that's OK too, but I have a feeling you want to do more than that." I still hadn't taken my eyes off the crotch of his jeans. He ran his hand over it and held it there, rubbing a bit but not too much. I saw a bit of a bulge in the bottom of the area, and figured he must have been starting to get hard. I placed my hand on his leg near the upper shin, and slowly ran it up towards his torso. Over the knee cap onto his thick, muscled thighs. I began to lean over the seat and move closer to him and my hand got closer to its destination. He took his hand away, placing it back along the windowsill of the car.
My hand reached where the pant leg joined, but grazed from his thigh to his waist, not going over where his cock lay. I pushed up his shirt to expose his stomach. He didn't have a six pack, but rather the thick stomach that body builders have that would look like fat to the untrained eye. I pushed his shirt up further, eager to feel his meaty pecs. He pulled his shirt up and held it with his chin, exposing his whole upper body. It was gorgeous. I leaned forward and began to lick his chest, playing with his nipples. I licked them with my tongue and bit them lightly, moving my hands from his chest to his knees and one quick swoosh that never left his body.
He shivered lightly as I played with his nipples quickly before moving my tongue down his chest to his navel, which I flicked with my tongue lightly. He inhaled sharply as I slowly moved my mouth down where his treasure trail would be if he had body hair. I pulled my right hand, which was down on his leg that was sprawled across the seat, up to my face, which was now just above the golden prize I wanted so badly, slowly running it over the crotch of his jeans. I reached down and cupped where I saw a slight bulge and felt his cock slightly, but they were stretched so much that I couldn't get any kind of an idea for what lay ahead of me.
I pulled my other hand up and began to undo the button on his jeans with both hands, and I began to wonder just how well equipped he was. I wondered if he took steroids and if he showed any signs of it just below my fumbling hands. He certainly looked like he could take them, and I quickly thought of how disappointing it would be to find that he was small, or had a nice tool but a small pair of boys to hang with it. Not that I'm a size queen, I just would hate for things to look mismatched.
I got the button undone finally, and slowly pulled the zipper down. Spreading the flaps apart, I could see that he was wearing a pair of red American Eagle boxers with white polka dots. This kid was a billboard for them. The slit on the boxers showed just a few inches before the fly on the jeans ended. It was pushed apart, but all I could see was some very short pubic hair he obviously kept well trimmed. I sat up a little and placed my right hand on the label of the boxers, running two of my fingers down to the slit of the fabric and across his groin. I leaned on to my right side a bit for a better angle and slid my hand inside.
It slowly made its journey south about another inch or so before finding their destination, and find it did. My hand, palm open, slid across a very thick, gorged cock. I stuck my hand in further, now down the the wrist, running it over the shaft which ran between his legs and down toward his ass. I wrapped my hand around it, and I knew he was big. I pulled my hand to the base and began to pull it toward the open slit above the zipper of the jeans.
Jesse sat him self up a bit and pushed his jeans down a little to make more room for his cock to come out, and as it turned out, it was quite necessary. I pulled his semi-erect cock back further and further, and finally the head popped out with the rest of the shaft. "Oh y God," I murmured as his massive cock lay in front of me. Jesse chuckled again. My hand still wrapped around it, it lay across the fly of his jeans past the bottom of the zipper. It was on my favorite state; full of blood, but not full erect. "How-how big is it?" I asked as I slowly began to pump it. He smiled again. "8.5" fully hard."
And a thick eight and a half inches it was, my god. I continued working his cock, getting him to full mast. I leaned forward and put the tip to my mouth, licking it. He closed his eyes and held his breath as I took it into my mouth. At first I just worked the head, slowly working my way down his massive cock, and soon I was taking nearly the entire thing down. I braced my left hand on his leg, alternating my right from the base of his cock to his other knee every so often, to rubbing on his stomach or nipples, then back again.
I pulled down on his jeans a bit, fully exposing his boxers now. It was getting a bit cramped in the back seat, but I wanted to see his balls. When I give head, its about the whole package, not just the cock. I slid his boxer leg up with my right hand and slid my hand inside and took hold of his balls. Well, ball. I was excited to find they matched the member. I massaged them with my hand, pulling one out through his boxer leg. I pulled my mouth from his cock and turned it to his testicle, stroking his cock with my hand using my spit as lube while I turned my attention elsewhere for a minute. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it. He tensed up a bit, a moan escaping his lips. I continued this for a minute before returning to the behemoth.
I resumed sucking on his cock, my right hand still alternating between several different places. I was able to get most of it into my mouth now. He began to moan and groan now, a little more with each bob onto the cock. He began to slide with me, bucking his hips to the motions I was making. He leaned forward some, and began to rub my cock through my jeans, which was rock hard, straining inside my pants. With just one hand he undid the zipper and reached inside, grabbing hold of my cock. That alone almost sent me over the edge. Unlike him however I was wearing boxer briefs, so I wasn't able to slide my cock out for him, but that didn't stop him. He reached up and pulled the waistband of y underwear down and pulled my cock out and stroked it. All the while this was going on I was still sucking him, starting to pick up the pace. He noticed, as his body moved quicker with me as well.
I knew at that point I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his cock inside me. But I wasn't sure how that would work. Maybe he had an idea. "I want you...to fuck me," I said between slurps. "I don't think we have time," he said.
"Plus, unless you have a rubber and lube, I got nothin." Damn it.
"Me neither," I managed out. "Look, finish this and I promise I'll make it worth your while," he said. He too was getting to be out of breath a bit. I nodded my head yes as best I could with such a tube steak in my mouth and continued.
He continued stroking my meat for a few more minutes, but then he took his hand and placed it on the top of my head. I looked up at him with my eyes as if to say, "You gonna finish?" He nodded his head back yes. "You want my load?" he said quietly. I nodded yes. Suddenly, both his hands were on my head, one on either side, and he began to thrust into my mouth harder. Using his hands, he began to push my head up and down. It was at this point that I knew I was no longer in control. I wasn't blowing him now, he was fucking my face.
And fuck my face he did. He began thrusting into me very hard, shoving my head down, pretty soon I was taking his entire cock. I don't know how to be perfectly honest. He began to moan hard with each thrust. He began to space his thrusts out more, I knew he had to be coming soon. He stopped pushing my head down, using only his hips as the power force to shove himself down my throat. He let out a very loud moan that was close to a scream, and I felt his cock tense in my mouth. He pulled back slightly, leaving a little less than half his shaft in my mouth. I quickly reached up with my hand and grabbed it by the base, and went down a bit more. He pulled one hand away from my head, putting the other back on top.
"Uhhhhnnnn!" he let out as he pushed into my mouth once more before pulling back out a little. His cock tensed again, and I felt an explosion inside my mouth. I felt his cock flex with each volley of cum. I had to swallow as I went to keep up. I looked up at him with my eyes to see his head laid back, eyes closed, grunting and panting with each release. It was probably the best tasting cum I had ever had, and I savored every drop of it. Finally he stopped shooting into my mouth, and he released his grasp on my head. I sat up, wiping away the mix of spit and cum from my mouth. He was still sitting with his head back, panting, but his eyes were open now. Finally he picked his head up and looked at me.
"Give me your phone," he said with heavy breaths. I fumbled around my jeans pockets and pulled I out. He took it from me and typed something into it and then gave it back. "For a blow job like that, you can text me for a booty call anytime and I'll be there, I don't care if I'm at work or what." I smiled and put it back, realizing my pants were still undone and my cock still out. Jesse moved his leg so that they were both on the floor now and I could sit properly. Realizing it wasn't about to be reciprocated, I began to get my clothes back in order, while he continued to sit there, pants undone, his deflating cock still hanging out. He looked over at me getting myself back together. "Besides, I owe you one now." he leaned over towards me and put his face in mine, and kissed me. I was a bit surprised at first but then I kissed him back, our tongues dancing, and he got a small taste of the massive load.
"Mmmm," he said as he broke the kiss. It was probably the most sensual kiss I'd ever had with a man before. "Love that taste," he said, smiling once again. He grabbed my raging cock through my jeans, stroking it a bit. His smile broke into a small chuckle as he stroked my cock, and I ran my hands over his huge biceps as he was leaned towards me. He was so built and strong. "I think we should head back in before anyone gets suspicious." He said. "yeah..."escaped my lips, but I didn't want to go inside. I wanted to keep going with him. But he was right. I exited he car and walked around to his side, where he was standing with his pants still undone. I stood in front of him as he stuffed his still semi inflated cock back into his pants before fixing everything back up, so as to block the view of anyone who might see, though we were fine.
"Damn," I said pointing at the car as he buckled his belt. He turned around and looked, and saw that all the windows were very fogged up. He turned back to me and began to laugh. "Whoops," was all he said. We walked back to the bar, he placed his arm around my shoulders again. "I mean what I said about texting me," he said as we walked back. "Anytime." I looked at him. "Tomorrow?" I said with a sly grin. "It's a date."
Thanks for reading guys, I appreciate any and all feed back on this. The more positive feedback I receive the more likely I am to continue writing soon. I'm really not sure where I want to take this story, I'm open to the idea of putting these two into a relationship, or keeping it a purely FWB type of thing as well. Also please check out and give feedback for my other stories, Racing Adrenaline and My Little Soldier extension under adult friends, Cue Stick under High School, Paid In Full under Encounters and Moonlight Confessions under either adult friends or beginnings.