Coming Out 23-The sleepover by Mark James
Bobby is at my house for a sleep-over. He is my best friend and we have been doing sleep-over's for years. I guess since we are both 19 we are too old to be calling it a sleep-over, but what else do you call it. The only difference this time is that the twin beds in my room are gone and we are sleeping together on a queen bed.
Bobby is home on leave from the marines. It is the first time I've seen him in 6 months. He is certainly not a boy anymore. Maturity becomes him. Just like all the extra muscle he has packed on. I've been in love with him all my life. We've dated together, jacked off together and jacked each other off and discussed sex ad nausea, but I've never told him how much I want to suck his cock. In other words I've never told him I'm gay. Actually I want to have loving sex with him, but as far as I can tell, he isn't gay so I would settle for sucking his cock.
He's asleep next to me, stark naked. That is something new. He never slept naked before he went in the marines. It's taking all my willpower not to lean over and take his dick in my mouth and love it. I'm laying here with a raging erection and am jacking off very surreptitiously, so as to not waken Bobby.
As I stroke myself to orgasm my fantasy is that Bobby is straddling my chest, fucking my mouth and I am about to receive his load as he orgasms. But it is just me that comes and with the release of the sexual tension I fall asleep with my stomach covered with cum and with my briefs pulled down to my thighs.
I'm dreaming the same fantasy about Bobby fucking my mouth and in it I am licking his balls. It is one of those weird situations where I'm dreaming and am awake enough to know I'm dreaming. I'm coming awake and don't want the dream to end. Something woke me up. I feel something lying on my mouth. I open my eyes and see Bobby's balls and erect cock looming over my face. Without conscious thought, like I am still in the dream, I raise my head and suck both nuts into my mouth. It feels so right.
Then I become fully conscious and realize it isn't a dream. Bobby is straddling my chest and I am sucking on his balls. I release his balls and Bobby inserts his cock in my mouth and rhythmically pushes it in and pulls it out of my mouth. I can't believe I have his cock in my mouth. My hands almost of their own accord reach up and stroke his hard muscular body everywhere I can reach. I love the feel of his soft, silky skin and the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. This whole situation seems surreal as I lay back and enjoy the love of my life feeding me his cock.
The he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood up on the bed. I was devastated. I wondered what I had done wrong to make him stop. I so desperately wanted him to finish and let me have his cum.
"Huh," I said.
He said, "Slide your body down about 3 feet."
I did but I still didn't know what was going on.
He moved the pillow from behind me, knelt down above my head, leaned over me, reinserted his cock in my mouth and then I felt his hard, wet mouth encircle my cock and suck on it as he bucked his hips and fucked my mouth with his cock.
Suddenly I knew I had died in my sleep and had gone to heaven. What I had fantasized about all my life was happening.
My logical mind popped and asked, "Where did he learn to do this: I thought I was the queer?"
But the emotional me didn't care, Bobby had taken over and was making love to me and that was all that mattered.
I wanted to participate but it was Bobby's show and I didn't want it to end and my parents were sleeping just down the hall so we had to be quiet.
Fortunately the bed springs didn't squeak and Bobby sucked expertly with almost no noise. I never wanted this to end but of course it had to.
I started writhing as he brought me to orgasm and he fucked my mouth deeper and faster as he approached orgasm. Then wonder of wonders we reached orgasm almost simultaneously. He took my load in his mouth and I assume he swallowed it. I had no choice, he ejaculated 3 times in my mouth and I had to swallow whether I wanted to or not. As much as I fantasized about taking his load the reality was another thing. I didn't mind the sweet taste but the quantity caught me by surprise. I controlled the gag reflex and swallowed it all.
Bobby turned around, lay next to me, and lovingly kissed me. The after sex lethargy kicked in and cradled in Bobby's arms I drifted off to sleep again.
I just barely heard him say, "We'll talk tomorrow and I'll tell you all about "Don't ask, don't tell" in the military."