CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART ONE
After the encounter with Chance, my relationship with Jeff changed. We were still friends, but even though he'd wanted it, I'd managed to avoid letting him suck me off. I did let him less than a week after that night, but I couldn't really keep it up. He sucked on it any way, but it was no use. It was swollen, but limp.
"I don't know what the problem is," he kept saying. "You were rock hard the other night when we were with Julie, but tonight it's big, but not really hard. What do you think the problem is?"
I could have told him, I think, but I said nothing. Things had changed. Our relationship was different now. It just wasn't the same as before. We tried, but he was no longer content just to suck me off. He wanted more freedom now to do the things we'd done that night with Chance. He wanted more out of me.
He was right. Things had gone fine that night with Julie. It had been like always. That is, up until she left the two of us in bed alone when she went into the bathroom.
Taking advantage of the situation, Jeff immediately started fondling my dick, licking and then sucking off what he called the pussy juice left on it. It felt good for a while, my dick already hugely swollen and very sensitive.
I was a little reluctant, at first, but at least for a while, I was enjoying it. Then, when he started playing with my butt and doing a lot of other stuff, things changed rapidly.
Since that night, I avoided being alone with him. Then one night as we were leaving the gym, I asked him if I could come back to his apartment with him to pick up some hand weights I'd lent him months ago. He said he was going to stop by the bar first, suggesting I go with him. I said no, I needed to get home. He gave me his key, telling me to go ahead and get them.
I went by his apartment, found the weights and was about to leave when someone knocked at the door. I figured it was Jeff, since I had his key, but opening the door, I discovered it was not. Both of us surprised to see the other, Chance and I stared at each other, neither speaking at first. Then Chance broke the silence.
"Well," he exclaimed, a smile coming across his face. "I didn't know you were living here now. I need to see Jeff about something."
"Oh, yeah. Uh," I fumbled around saying. "Jeff isn't here. There's no one here. I mean, no, I don't live here. I just got here."
"Well, that's cool," he replied, extending his hand. "I'm glad to see you. I wondered if I ever would again." I looked at him blankly, shaking his hand.
"Mind if I come in?" he asked, stepping inside. Then taking a small plastic bag from his pocket, he said, "This is for Jeff. It's a little something I'd promised him. If I can, I'd like to wait for him to come in."
"Sure," I replied. "I was just leaving myself."
"Oh? Well, why don't you wait with me?" he suggested, sitting on the arm of the sofa, his eyes moving over the bulge in my workout shorts. "It's been a while since we were together that night. I'd like to . . . you know, spend some time together, again." I took a deep breath, sensing his intent.
"Yeah, well, I think I know what you want, and to be honest with you, the other night was a mistake I don't intend to make again," I replied. He looked at me a moment, obviously surprised by my reaction. I almost felt sorry I'd been so blunt with him. He looked kind of hurt.
"Look," I went on, "I'm sorry to be rude or anything, but I think you got the wrong idea about me that night. You know what I mean?"
"Well . . . yes, I think I do," he replied, sitting on the couch, "but from what Jeff said, I thought the two of you had sex regularly. Was I wrong?" I could feel my face coloring with embarrassment.
"Well, yes, in a way," I replied, clumsily. "But it's not sex." He looked at me steadily, a grin coming into his face.
"Look," I continued, "Jeff sucks me off sometimes, but that's all. I'd never done any of the things I did with you before the other night. That's what I meant by a mistake." Chance began to smile, then turned his face to the floor.
"The fact is," I concluded, "Jeff and I don't do anything any more because he's not satisfied with just that, but that's all I'm willing to do. I guess that doesn't make any sense to you."
"Oh, yes. Now I understand," he replied. "Well, that doesn't mean the two of us can't be friends, does it? I mean, what you want sounds reasonable to me. Jeff must be crazy. I'd be happy to just suck you off sometimes, the way you and Jeff used to do it." He paused, looking up at me, waiting for a reaction. "What do you say? How about it?" he asked softly. "We can start tonight, if you want to."
"Oh, I don't know," I responded. "That might not be a good idea."
"Think about it," he urged. "It might work out fine and, of course, no one else need know anything about it. It'd be just between us."
I thought about it a moment. I was tempted. Then looking into his eyes, I shrugged my shoulders, tentatively nodding my head in agreement. Chance smiled and, picking up the plastic bag, began to roll a joint, asking if Jeff had any beer in the fridge. "We'll drink to our friendship," he suggested.
I got us both a beer and sat on the couch with him as we drank. He lit the joint and passed it to me. I took a quick drag, but purposely didn't hold it in very long. He watched, smiling. Then, taking one himself, handed it back to me. This continued for some time as we got comfortable on the sofa.
We talked and laughed about a lot of different things. He took off his jacket and shoes. I didn't have on much, other than my workout shorts and sweatshirt, but I took of my shoes. Before long we were quite relaxed and enjoying ourselves. I remember thinking he wasn't such a bad person after all. This might be a good arrangement between us.
At one point, I went out to the kitchen and, getting us both another beer, stood in front of him with one in each hand. Looking steadily at the bulge sagging heavily in my shorts, he suddenly moved his hand up against it, feeling it gently. I froze, for a moment.
"How long's it been since you've gotten off?" he asked. "Something in here feels a little swollen and needing some attention."
I pulled back from the sensation, smiling nervously as he felt it more fully, working my dick in his hand as it swelled conspicuously. A little surprised it was actually getting so hard that quickly, just from the touch of his hand, I started to get more nervous, wondering if I'd made a mistake to get this started again.
"Oh, I don't know," I stammered. "It's been a while, I guess."
"Well, what do you say we do something about it?" I heard him ask, feeling my shorts sliding down over my hips.
"No, we better not. At least, not now," I replied. "Jeff might come in and besides, I just came from the gym and haven't showered since working out. Some other time, maybe."
Acting as if he didn't hear me, Chance stared at the stretched pouch of my jock, running his fingers inside the elastic waist band and trying to pull it down over my bulging meat as I resisted silently.
"Oh, man," he exclaimed, taking a deep breath. "You don't have to shower. That just the way I like it."
Then, burying his face inside my pouch, he inhaled deeply, moaning softly as his tongue moved over the base of my dick, probing inside my tangled meat. I thought I was going to come unglued from the sensation.
"Wait, wait," I exclaimed suddenly. "I don't think I can do this, at least not this way. It's too much to handle."
Surprised, actually a little disappointed, I felt Chance stretch the pouch of my jock up over my meat and, fitting it inside, leaned back against the sofa.
"You're right," he said quietly. "I got carried away. I really want to suck you off, but when you're ready and wanting it too. Let's just sit and talk, maybe smoke another joint and get to know each other better. Maybe you could tell me how you and Jeff used to do it."
"Well, there's really nothing much to tell. I could usually tell when he wanted to. If I did too, we'd go somewhere private, I'd pull out my dick and he'd suck it until I'd cum. That's about it. We never even talked about it. There was no reason to."
"I see," Chance replied. "Sounds pretty simple to me. It was sort of a business transaction where each of you got what you wanted, but there was no emotion involved. Is that it?" I hesitated, frowning.
"I guess, at least until he started to mix a lot of other stuff into it."
He took a long drag on the joint, handing it to me. I did the same, not really caring if I got off too much or not. We were silent for a while, just drinking and smoking. I lost track of time.
"Tell you what," he said at one point. "Let me give it another try . . . that is, if you'd like to get off now." He looked over at me, a grin coming across his face. "I promise it'll be different this time." I thought about it a moment. I was tempted, or maybe it was the beer and pot talking.
"Okay with me," I finally replied, grinning back at him.
At his suggestion, we picked up our stuff and took it into the spare bedroom, just in case Jeff should come in later on. I didn't have on much at that point except a jock and sweatshirt. He asked if I'd mind taking them off and lying across the bed.
I agreed, thinking he'd leave his clothes on. Jeff always did. But I didn't say anything. In fact, we didn't speak at all from that time on. Everything we did was done in silence, except for the guy's stereo next door coming through the wall.
I lay on my back crosswise on the bed as Chance went into the bathroom and almost dozed off waiting for him to return. I didn't even realize he'd come back until I felt the bed move as he sat down at the foot. At first, he didn't touch me. I wondered why, what he was waiting for. I opened my legs slightly.
Then I remember feeling his cheek moving against my leg. It was dark, but he seemed to be kissing the inside of my thighs lightly as he moved up slowly toward my groin and pushed up under my balls.
Kissing and gently licking their heavy fullness, breathing deeply as he did, his warm breath actually cooled the trail of warm saliva left by his tongue as he probed the tender crevices of my groin.
Immediately responding to this, I could feel my dick, already beginning to swell, lifting itself up out of my groin, swaying freely above my stomach. I expected him at any moment to take it in his hand, or better yet, slide his mouth down over it. But he didn't.
Instead, I felt him nuzzle my heavy scrotum, licking and sucking slightly on one and then the other of my balls, repeating the process as he pushed up under their soft fullness, kissing and tonguing deep into my groin, even at times between the cheeks of my butt.
By then, my dick seemed hugely swollen, no longer swaying, but standing hard and erect. As he pulled his upper body up between my legs, I felt his face push into thick pubic hair around its base, his warm breath heating it as he inhaled its scent.
Moaning faintly, he probed around with his tongue, all the while my dick rubbing against his cheek and inside his neck. Then, pulling back his head, he looked down at my dick, its huge mushroom head inches from his mouth. Bracing myself, I expect to feel his mouth slide over it, even going so far as to lift it toward his mouth until it lightly touched his lips.
He kissed it lightly on the tip, licking what appeared to be seepage from its slit. Then moving his hand lightly up and down both sides of my body, he returned his face to my groin, pushing his mouth against my lower stomach, lightly kissing and closing his lips around its soft flesh until my body jerked and trembled from the sensation.
Resting his hands up on my pecs, he held my body still and, again lifting his head over my rigid dick, he pushed his full lips against the head of my dick, slowly allowing its incredibly sensitive mushroom to slide almost painfully between them.
At last I felt the moist warmth of his mouth slide very slowly down over the head, sucking it against his tongue as it swirled over the head, his whole mouth inching further down onto my dick as my body shook uncontrollably.
I'd forgotten how skillfully he'd done this the first night we met. The sensation was exquisite, like nothing you could ever describe. Gripping the sides of the bed to ease the incredible sexual tension, I twisted the sheet in my hands, wanting badly to make him stop, or at least ease up on the head, but at the same time not wanting to interrupt the incredible sensations rapidly radiating out into my groin and lower body. I moaned slightly, but it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Sensing my distress, he eased the pressure of his mouth, but continued to suck on my dick, taking as much of it as he could, even deep throating it occasionally until I forced him to stop. He would, but then continue to suck me with a kind of steady, fluid movement until I'd find it more and more difficult to hold back my cum. But I tried anyway.
Usually with Jeff, I didn't hold back at all. I'd cum the first time I had the urge. But with this guy, no. I didn't want to, not yet. When the urge to cum got too bad, I'd close my knees against his head. I remember thinking I could get used to getting this on a regular basis.
Apparently sharing my desire to prolong our pleasure, Chance relaxed his mouth, but held my dick passively inside as he rested the top of his forehead against my chest. Then, pushing his hands under my butt, at the same time gently squeezing the cheeks, I thought I felt him stroking my anus, but very lightly, the sensation at first jolting, but then smoothing. Immediately I became concerned.
He'd done this before. I remembered I rather liked it then, but I also remembered the effect it had on him. This time I liked it perhaps even more, certainly enough to let him keep it up for a while. It was a curious feeling. I had trouble believing it could result from something so simple.
Continuing to stroke my anus, he began to suck my dick once more, essentially doubling the sensations I had to deal with. In moments, my dick became so hard the head actually ached. Showing little emotion, Chance continued to suck my dick in long, firm strokes as he worked the tip of his finger inside my ass, fingering it gently with short rapid pulses.
In a short time, the pressure to cum in my balls and groin became excruciating. My body twisted against his, almost gagging him with the uncontrollable thrusts of my dick. I knew this time I had to release my load.
Arching my back, my dick thrust deep inside his mouth, I suddenly felt a gripping feeling in my groin, followed immediately by a huge load emptying in long spurts from my body into his mouth. Chance remained silent, showing no emotion as, digging my fingers into his shoulders, I felt his tongue tease yet a reluctant second load from the aching head of my dick.
In only moments, it was over. We lay naked for I don't know how long on the bed. Chance had relaxed against my body almost as soon as I'd cum. He'd dropped off to sleep, my dick still in his mouth. I know I also slept for a while. I remember hearing the stereo through the wall when I woke up. Eventually I shifted my body, pulling my dick from Chance's mouth, and got up off the bed.
I started to wake him up but, deciding to leave well enough alone, I dressed in the dark and left for home. I forgot to take the hand weights with me. The next morning when I saw Jeff at the College, that was the first thing he said.
"I thought you were going to come by and get your set of weights last night. I didn't get home until early this morning, but they were still there."
I never answered him one way or another. I just gave him back his key. He never mentioned Chance, so I assumed he'd already left before Jeff got home. This was all fine with me. I didn't want to have to go into it with him anyway.
I thought a lot about what had happened that night, but I still didn't know how I feel about it. I guess it had been just a one time thing. I didn't know how to get in touch with him, and Chance didn't know how to get in touch with me, assuming neither of us would want to go through Jeff. So I assumed that was that. Probably just as well, anyway.
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Spring, 2008