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This is my first attempt to author a story, so I started it out to see if there is any interest for me to go further (otherwise it is easier just to file it in my mind and enjoy when I'm alone). All feedback is appreciated, but please keep the context of all correspondence related to the story. norbertpenn@gmail.com
Change of Plans - Part I
What happened that night really wasn't planned at all. I wasn't supposed to even be in town, but there I was, staring at my beefy stud of a roommate and thinking to myself that he looked so lickable...
Sorry, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. You see, this weekend was supposed to a blast. I had planned to go to New York with my best friend so that we could have a 3 day weekend of non-stop party time. You know, sleeping most of the day, going out drinking at pubs and clubs in the evening and then finding lots of girls to try and fuck all night. I had broken up with my girlfriend of two years just a month back, and this was supposed to be my `cleansing', or so Jacob had told me. He hated that girl of mine--thought she was a huge bitch--so he did his best to be supportive when she dumped me for her trainer but this trip was going to be the cure for my heartbreak. So, to make a long story short, I had left my apartment that morning, fully packed and ready to head up north on our road trip after work. Jacob called me just after lunch to give me some bad news. His father had been in a car crash, and was in critical condition, so he had to fly home as soon as he could, which meant he couldn't do the trip. I offered to head home with him, but he thought it would be best for his mom to have fewer people around at that point. It would be a waste to go to New York alone, so we decided to postpone the trip and try to do it another time. Seeing my disappointment, a couple coworkers invited me to drinks and dinner after work, so I was out until around ten. I had no idea that when I got home my life would be changed forever.
When I walked into the living room, I was pretty much stunned speechless. There on the living room sofa was my roommate, Chad, completely naked in front of a laptop, jacking off his massive cock. I had never seen Chad naked before, and never really wanted to, but I couldn't help but just stand there and stare at his body. He was hairless and I was mesmerized. Well, he had a nice short buzz cut for his blonde hair, but otherwise, I couldn't see a single hair anywhere on his body. Some blonde people look smooth and you can usually see some fuzz when the sunlight shines on them just right, but Chad was completely smooth. I don't know how long I stood there staring at him, but I was broken out of my stupor when Chad asked, "what the hell are you staring at?"
"You're so smooth!" I blurted out.
"Yeah, I like the way it feels," he replied as he started to rub his hand up and down his muscular chest and abs. Chad is a beefy stud. Probably 6' and around 200 lbs of lean muscle. He could probably just walk into a room and pick any girl he'd like, and I bet he'd have to say two words to her and she'd be wet and ready to spread her legs for him. I never had thought of Chad in a sexual way given the fact that I wasn't into dudes. I mean, I had seen him walk around the apartment countless times without a shirt and I never really paid him a second glance. I couldn't figure out why I was suddenly so interested in his body, but looking back, it was his beautiful, smooth cock. I was no different than any girl he might approach. I was wet and ready to spread my legs for this stud.
Now, the moment probably could have come and gone had my next move been different, but that's not how it went down. I mean, all I had to do was say something like, "Put some clothes on dude!" But what I really said, sealed my fate, for the good or bad.
"You're like an ice cream cone!" I exclaimed, and little enthusiastically.
"What the fuck?" he asked?
"You just look so delicious and lickable," I returned. At that point, I can look back and see the whole thing with clarity, but I barely noticed his reaction as the words I spoke registered into his mind. He head kind of cocked to the side and a second later he got this huge grin on his face.
"Why don't you come have a taste," he said. It wasn't really spoken as a request, but more as a directive.
"Where?" was all I could think of to say. I can't describe how excited I felt that this muscular stud was actually going to let me lick him, and at that moment, I couldn't think of anything better in the world to be doing than running my tongue up and down his gorgeous body, tasting his flavor, smelling his aroma, and savoring every fucking delectable second. What the hell was I thinking?!!
End of Part I
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