"Ensnared" Chapter 1 Dedication: for Steve by Jacob442019@gmail.com (responses welcome)
Steve and I decided to have a movie night while the women were out of town. I showed up about 7:30pm on a warm Oregon summer Friday night, beer and chips in hand. He invited me in with a smile. Steve's dark brown hair was brushed back above his angular face. He looked like he had gotten off work, showered, and put on pants and a t-shirt.
Before long, beers were opened and a movie was playing on the large screen. I was happy to forget the work week and get caught up in the shooting and punching and suspense. Cars raced and plots twisted, and the beer was warm in my belly.
My head started to feel light, so I opened another beer. There was something about hanging with a guy and watching what we want to watch, laughing and joking through the fight scenes and car races.
The summer evening air was refreshing, and the sounds of a distant helicopter whirred in the night sky.
I tried to eat some chips to keep up with my beer, to temper my buzz, but at some point, my beer consumption outran my chip eating. The only problem with beer over something stronger was that it made me urinate. Be right back, I announced, and Steve paused the movie. As I started away, Steve stood up and mumbled something about getting more comfortable. Whatever, I thought, filling the toilet, grateful for the fuzziness in my brain.
I walked back a little awkwardly, sitting back into the couch about three feet from Steve.
Ready? he asked, and I nodded, noticing that he'd changed into a blue bathrobe. The windows were open, and the night air had turned cooler though still warm. Why would he put on a bathrobe? I wondered, thinking that it looked less comfortable than the shorts and shirt from earlier. Oh well, I did not trouble myself much. We were partway into the second movie, and I wanted to know what would happen next.
Some indeterminate time later, a really sexy woman with heavy breasts and a sultry smile graced the screen in nude glory. What do you think of that, Chris? Steve asked me before slugging down more beer.
God. Damn. was all I could muster.
Me, too, he said with a grin, and we continued watching.
A couple of beers and a few crackers with cheese and summer sausage later, the credits rolled, and Steve turned to me.
Hey, how about some real sexiness?
What's that? I asked.
Ever watch any lesbian porn? he queried.
Sometimes, I replied noncommittally.
Want to try some now?
Sure, I heard myself say.
Steve made some adjustments, and in moments, a gorgeous brunette was going down on a sexy blonde. I don't know what I liked better, the moans or the ecstatic faces or the goddesses' tanned, naked bodies, but I was captivated.
The blonde started cumming and wailing, thrusting her pussy into the brunette's mouth, while the brunette latched and sucked like a vacuum cleaner.
Jesus, I commented. Damn.
I watched as the brunette climbed off and the blonde lay back, taking a breather.
Then the brunette lay back and positioned herself, legs open, pelvis arched upward, and I studied the coffee table. Twice as many empty beer bottles were on my side than Steve's. I guess I was hitting it harder. Maybe I should slow down?
Steve followed my gaze to the bottles.
Don't you like my beer?, I kidded him, playing it cool.
How about a shot? he responded to a question I had not asked.
Of? I looked at him.
Thunk, went the bottle of Jack Daniels on the table.
You didn't, I said.
Oh yeah, he replied, and set a couple of jar glasses down more gently, then poured in some of the auburn whiskey.
I'm glad I'm sleeping on your couch, I announced through my teeth as the Jack Daniels burned down my throat and kindled my stomach.
My glass empty, I set it down, and took a swallow of beer to chase the fire away.
Steve was still holding his glass. Even though he'd poured us the same amount, he still had most of it left, whereas I'd drunk mine. Huh, I thought to myself.
The blonde positioned her head between the brunette's legs, and gave her friend a smile. I guess she's returning the favor.
The brunette adjusted herself and ran her fingers through the blonde's hair, arranging it, while the blonde descended upon her pussy.
Oh, oh, oh, ah, said the brunette, brushing the blonde's hair back and holding it aside, looking into her friend's beautiful face, watching her friend feast upon her.
Ooooh, the brunette moaned, Oh god, it's too much.
Undaunted, the blonde lapped and sucked, holding the brunette's hips and not letting her escape.
I stood up, needing to visit the bathroom again. The rest of room seemed to catch up more slowly. Damn Jack, I thought, feeling wobbly as I made my way. It might of been my imagination, but it seemed like Steve gave me a side-eyed look and a smile.
I liked how the Jack Daniels made me feel, except I wished I was more steady. I had to walk more carefully to keep myself from being too wobbly.
When I walked back into the TV room, the first thing I saw was the ladies 69'ing, and it was a thing of beauty.
I gave Steve a bleary smile and thumbs up, then froze.
Steve was reclining on his couch, as before, only his robe was opened. His stiff cock angled upward, perched on lolling balls encased in curly pubes
I looked at him, and he leered back at me with an odd grin.
What do you think? he asked.
I looked down from his face to his cock, and as I did so, it twitched.
Uh, I replied.
What? he said.
Uh, I repeated.
Well? he asked.
Well? I answered.
How does it look?
I stared, not sure what to say, but realizing to my surprise that my gaze kept drifting back downwards, to study his cock.
You like it, don't you, Chris?
I nodded, not sure what to say. I'd never seen a stiff cock staring at me like that before. I glanced at the women, then back to the cock. I had to admit, there was something about it.
You want to touch it, don't you Chris?
Well, I hadn't thought of that.
I moved closer to Steve, to Steve's cock.
You know you want to feel it, Chris, don't you?
I watched my fingers reach out.
Suddenly, I stopped.
What the hell?
What was I doing?
My fingers descended to rest on my knee.
Steve's cock hovered, watching me.
I shifted my hips and reached for my beer.
Steve saw me hesitate.
He sat up and let the bathrobe fall away, then stood up, completely naked.
I looked him over, up and down.
I couldn't help but notice tight abs, muscular physique. What a contrast to my soft belly.
Steve turned, placing one foot on the couch as though triumphant.
Feel me, his cock whispered.
I swallowed.
Lick me, said his cock softly.
Steve's cock and balls were now only a foot or two away.
He faced me like a Greek God, hands on hips.
Do you want to touch it? Steve asked after a moment.
I took a drink of beer, thinking that might break the spell.
It didn't.
I couldn't stop staring.
But, I didn't move, either.
Look at those women, loving on one another, Steve suggested, waving his arm toward the television. You and I aren't any different than them, just a couple of buddies having a little fun.
I glanced at the screen, and now there were two women pleasuring a third. All three were naked and one woman was suckling and fondling the ample breasts of another, while the third was finger banging and licking the same one whose breasts were being squeezed and sucked.
Why not?, I wondered in my alcohol haze. If women could have sex with women, I could have sex with a man. After all, what is a cock other than my own like? What will a man feel like? There was only one way to find out.
From the corner of my eye, I saw my hand move toward Steve. One of his balls hung lower than the other; both were covered in black, wavy hair. The sacks were oblong and full. I was reminded of the last time I had masturbated, when I had felt a smooth, soft area just below my balls, between my balls and my anus. I wondered, what do Steve's balls feel like? Does he have that same spot?
My hand cupped Steve's balls. They were warm and the hair was scratchy. My fingers pressed them lightly, feeling around them, then grazing along their base. Sure enough, there was a soft and silky spot at the base of the testicles, and I lightly caressed it with my fingers.
Steve breathed a deep breath as my hand explored him, and my other hand rose to greet the cock.
As I fondled, the cock twitched, stiffened. Hold me, it said. Caress me.
I ran the edge of my fingers up the side of the shaft, feather light, while my other hand played the piano gently under hairy balls.
Oooh, I heard Steve respond. I guess he liked it.
My fingers slid down the other side, and Steve let out a little moan.
Guess I got you by the balls, I said with a smile, encircling my hand around him.
Steve only grunted; what could he say?
I shifted my hips again, and I put the area between my thumb and forefinger against his cock, slowly wrapping my fingers around, then gently stroking, up, then down, up, then down.
Steve leaned back a little and his cheeks flushed. He was trying to stand still, but my hand pumping his dick started to get to him. I felt him tremble.
My hand tightened around his cock, still smoothly sliding up and down, but with more of a grip.
Oh, Steve said, a hand bracing himself against the top of the couch, his pelvis pressing toward me. I kept pumping and pumping, getting into a rhythm.
Oh shit, Steve said, closing his eyes and arching his back a little.
Don't stop, Chris, don't stop, don't stop! he ordered.
I caressed and tickled his balls with one hand and continued pumping his cock with my right.
As I did so, I felt the testicles tighten, pulling up and in.
Oh God, Steve gasped.
Warm cum droplets scattered across my face. then turned thicker and fuller, oozing forth as I pumped his cock, drawing forth the man-spunk.
God, Steve trembled, then shivered.
Damn, he added.
I let go of his cock and balls, grabbed a napkin, and wiped the cum from my face and chest, wiped my hand. Steve's juice was warm and sticky, part salty mucous, part thin and slippery.
I took a swallow of beer.
Steve pulled on his robe and tied the cloth belt across his front, then turned to face me.
Okay, Chris. Your turn, he said. Get your clothes off!
*** End Chapter 1 of "Ensnared"
by jacob442019@gmail.com
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