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BLUE EYES
My girlfriend hadn't been able to make it to the wedding, as she had to go into work at short notice. The bride and groom were a couple of old friends of ours that we had known since university and there were certain to be others there that I knew, so I went along anyway. I had a great time and had enough to drink to be more than happy. Towards the end of the evening, Sara, the bride, came up to me. "Josh, I need a favour..."
I'd never been able to resist those blue eyes, "OK - how can I help?"
"It's Paul - his hotel's been overbooked and he's got nowhere to stay. Is there any chance that he could share your room - I know Kate couldn't make it."
I remembered Paul from uni. We'd never really got on, but I couldn't resist Sara. "OK where is he?"
"Paul," she called, "over here!"
He made his way through the crowded room. He hadn't changed that much since uni - average height, short blond hair and slim.
We shook hands and discussed the plans for the rest of the evening. It was getting late and I was pretty tired, so we agreed to have a last couple of drinks and head off to the hotel. A couple turned into three or four and two hours of memories and laughter later, we staggered out of the reception together, each supporting the other, suddenly the best of friends.
The hotel wasn't far and the cab got us there in no time. We straightened ourselves up and swayed up to the desk. The receptionist was about to go off duty, but she reached for my key card, then stopped. "I'm sorry sir, there's been a problem with the room we gave you earlier - a water pipe's cracked and we had to move your belongings to a different suite. I'm sorry for any inconvenience and if anything is damaged, please let us know." She gave me the new key and directed me to the room - without even raising an eyebrow.
We made it up to the fourth floor and counted along to find the room. The upgrade was worth it - they'd given me a suite rather than just a room. Paul collapsed onto the sofa and I staggered through to use the toilet. When I came back through the bedroom, I noticed that I hadn't got a twin room - the suite had a double bed. Paul came through at this point and noticed it too.
"Oh...."
"What's up?"
"The bed. Look Josh, you should know something about me - its only fair. I'm gay."
"I know that - it was obvious eight years ago and its still obvious. So?"
"Some straight guys could be bothered by sleeping in the same bed as a gay man. Would you prefer it if I slept on the sofa?"
"Don't be stupid - that can't be comfortable. In any case, I'm not so proud as to assume that every gay man wants to sleep with me. I had enough trouble persuading women to do that!"
"OK - as long as you're sure?"
"Go on, I'm going to bed. Join me when you're ready."
"Now there's an offer."
This was matched with a cute smile. I really should be more careful with whom I get drunk - he was flirting with me!
I washed and lay on the bed, wearing just my shorts, idly channel hopping through the hotel TV. Paul came into the room and began to undress. He had a good body with very little chest hair - something of a contrast to my own. He slipped his trousers off and folded them over a chair, leaving him clad only in a pair of black boxer shorts. As he bent forward to tidy his clothes, the fabric tightened over those firm, round arse cheeks. My mouth dried at the sight.
Paul turned and caught me looking. "See anything you like?" he grinned.
"It wouldn't be the first," I blurted, letting the drink take over from common sense.
"What?" Paul practically jumped onto the bed beside me. "I thought you were straight."
"I am - mostly. Kate and I have... played around a little - you know?"
"Other guys?"
"One or two - girls as well."
"Which do you prefer?"
"Depends on my mood at the time."
"And how's the mood at the moment?" At this, Paul ran his hand over my chest and down to the waist of my shorts. My cock was waking up nicely at this point. Brazenly, I looked him in the eyes and took his hand in mine, guiding it under the waist band and cupping my cock in his hand.
"Why don't you tell me? You're the expert on men. Give me your diagnosis."
He closed his eyes as he felt my cock in his palm. "I'd say that you're horny and I think I should prescribe something to be taken orally..."
With that, he slid down the bed, pulled my shorts down under my balls and brought the tip of my cock, now standing rock hard, to his mouth. He looked up into my eyes and licked his lips, then flicking his tongue across the tip of my rod.
"Who gives better head? Men or women?"
Before I could answer, he wrapped those lips around my cock and drove down, swallowing the whole length in one move. I just gasped in response. Paul pumped up and down six or seven times before lifting his mouth off my cock and looking up at me, his lips slick with saliva and my shaft glistening.
"So?"
"I need more time to answer that question." With that, I gently took his head in my hands and guided it back to my prick, waving in front of his face.
Paul smiled broadly, "Glad to help with the research," and engulfed my cock once more. He took the head in his mouth and pumped the first few inches in and out, while wanking me off. He certainly knew what he was doing - his fingers ran over my upper thighs, stroking my balls and probing between my ass cheeks. Using a saliva dampened finger, he ran the tip around my asshole before sliding it in. This extra sensation was getting too much and I was pumping my hips off the bed, thrusting up into his mouth. When he'd added two more fingers and was finger-fucking my arse properly, I let go.
"OOOOOohhhhhhh Paaaaauuuuuuulllllllll...." My cum squirted into his mouth. He looked into my eyes again and pulled my cock out of his mouth, aiming the last few spurts over his face. Paul made a great play of lapping the excess cum from my prick and then slid back up the bed, throwing an arm across my chest.
"You didn't warn me," he pouted.
"You seemed to know what you were doing, so I assumed you'd know what the triggers would be and how it would all turn out." I smiled at him and pulled his face close to me, "Besides, I thought you'd like the taste. I do." With that, I kissed him open mouthed, tasting myself. I lapped up the stray drops of cum from his face and we lay back on the bed.
"How does Kate feel about this?"
"OK - she actually finds it quite a turn on, watching me with another guy. Plus, she likes being the centre of attention. She is incredibly understanding!"
"That sort of understanding woman might just convert me to heterosexuality."
"Now that would be a loss to the men of the world." We lay together briefly, before I rolled over and looked down at him. "What about you? You still need to cum."
I stripped off my boxers and pulled his off as well, pulling them down over the hard pole of cock meat standing proud. I licked at the head, tasting the little dribble of precum that oozed from the tip, before kissing my way down the shaft and taking his balls into my mouth, tonguing them and rolling them in mouth. This brought suitable moans of encouragement from Paul and I lapped my way back up his cock. I kissed up his stomach and up to his nipples, taking each into my mouth and gently nibbling on it. All the while, my fingers were wrapped around that shaft, working it up and down.
"Paul - have you got anything in your overnight bag? I want you inside me."
"I thought you'd never ask." He rolled off the bed and grabbed his bag, upturning it onto the floor to find a small, crumpled tube. "Just in case - I came prepared."
I'd was now on all fours at the edge of the bed and expected his fingers to lube me up, but his hands parted my cheeks and I felt his tongue flicking over my hole. Paul rimmed my arse a little before working some lube onto his fingers and liberally applying it. I turned around, grabbed the tube, squirted a load into the palm of my hand and worked some KY over his shaft, looking up into his eyes lustfully.
"Lie down."
He lay on the bed and I straddled him, guiding his cock to the opening of my arse. I paused, savouring the moment, then pressed the head to my arsehole. I pressed out and slid down. It hurt to start with, then my arse got used to the penetration and I slipped down until his balls were against my cheeks, his belly against my balls.
I sat there, impaled, feeling his cock twitch deep inside me. Looking down at him, I clenched my arse and he moaned as he closed his eyes. I reached down and stroked his face, my fingers lingering over his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked a finger in. I began to slide up and down his shaft, rising until the head stretched my arsehole before slipping back down again, pumping him inside me.
We were both breathing heavily and I let myself fall forward over him, kissing him hard on the lips and feeling his hands grip my hips, thrusting off the bed into me. I sat back up and Paul reached down to grip my cock, now standing hard again. He worked my foreskin back and forwards in time with my fucking until neither of us could hold out. Paul and I moaned together as I felt the hot cum spurt inside me in five strong pulses. My second orgasm ripped through my body and I splashed spunk over Paul's chest, neck and face.
I collapsed onto the bed beside Paul, letting his softening cock slide from my loosened, slick arsehole.
"Wow."
"You're quite competent for a straight guy, you know."
"Why thank you, Paul. You must have known so many."
We lay together talking for another hour before dozing off. As I drifted off to sleep, I remembered that I never could resist those blue eyes.