It'd been almost a year since I'd seen Erik. He moved to Arizona after traveling around Europe for a while, and we barely spoke anymore. Things were always a little weird with us. He was a good roommate. We had good times together. But the night we went out and got drunk, we kissed.
Like I said, things were always a little weird with us.
BZZZZ
Geez, I thought to myself, I hate that thing. The buzzer to my apartment was loud, in an unnecessary way. I started making my way to the intercom to buzz him in, and then realized wearing pants may be a good idea. "Oops!" I said out loud. I ran to my room, grabbed a pair of running pants, hurried to put them on, and ran back to the intercom. "Hey, sorry, come up the stairs and take a left. I'll open the door." I took a silent breath while I waited at the door for him. A half smile formed itself. I was just so excited to see him. We didn't know each other for too long, but we always just understood one another. My heart raced as I heard him come up the stairs. "Hey you!" I yelled, when he reached the top. I ran to give him a big hug. He was a bit out of breath, having a bag on his back and a duffel bag in hand. I reached for the duffel bag to help him. He shot me the biggest smile as he returned the hug.
"It is SO good to see you", he said. "How are ya?" His grip was tight. For a second, neither one of us wanted to let go.
"Good, I'm doing good. Let's get inside, c'mon." I led the way down the small hallway, into my apartment. Closing the door behind us, I motioned for him to drop his bag on the floor so we could catch up. "So, you haven't seen the place yet right? Lemme show you around real quick."
The entrance to my apartment is a long hallway with a closet off to the left. The hallway opens up to the kitchen and the living room, which is essentially one giant room. At the other end, there is another small hallway with the two bedrooms and the bathroom. I gave him the quick tour, and he seemed amazed at how cute the place was. "Well, you know, our last place was bigger, but this suits its purpose. We're hardly ever home anyway, much less together." I was referring to my roommate. I didn't see her very much. She works the third shift a lot. Between work and hanging out with friends, I wasn't around much either.
We stopped back in my room after I showed him the bathroom, and he threw himself on my bed. "My God, I am tired! I feel like it was such a long flight." He grabbed his stomach. "I'm starving!" I turned around and told him to rest, and that I would fix him something to eat. Digging through the cupboards I found a box of cookies and I brought those to him. "Thank you, but you don't have to make anything. Let's order out. I can wait, once I've had some of these." I said ok.
Erik The trip was almost unbearable. It may have been a combination of the turbulence, the screaming baby behind me, the horrible food, waiting for the train once I got to the airport, and the anxiety I had knowing that this was all so I could visit Jason. I must have had the worst case of butterflies in recorded history once I got on the train. The dumb smile never left my face. It wasn't until Jason buzzed me in that I was able to calm down long enough to not sound like an idiot. Once he ran up to me and gave me hug, all inhibitions were lost and I seriously did not want to let go of him. Now I was lying on his bed, devouring the snack he gave me, while he was fishing for menus so we could decide what we were having for dinner. He came back into the room a few minutes later with a stack of menus, his phone in the other hand. "Well, let's make a decision. I'm getting hungry myself." With that he lightly flung the stack on the bed, next to me, and plopped himself down at the foot of bed. "Whattaya feel like havin'? Chinese, Italian, Thai..?" He trailed off a little, and I noticed he looked down quickly, avoiding my eyes.
Jason Man, he looked better than the last time I saw him. He buzzed his head, which brought out his green eyes even more. I never thought mine were special, just a light brown hidden behind glasses. He had this semi-dark skin, like a perpetual tan, dark hair...dark features, altogether. Very thin, though we both ate whatever we wanted. He stood about 5'11", a couple inches taller than me.
He looked so good laying there. My heart raced. I had to look down while I was talking to him. I could feel my dick stir in my pants. His head was cocked to the side, propped up on his elbow, waiting for me to make a decision. "Hmm, Italian maybe? I could go for a sub." He said that was fine.
Erik "That's fine." As an afterthought I added, "Anything will do." I couldn't stop looking at him. I didn't care about the food, wasn't even hungry anymore. He was just sitting there, almost blushing, and avoiding my eyes, pretending he wasn't thinking the same thing. Jason was always a bit more shy. I swear it was this constant game of flirting-but-not-really when we lived together. After that night when we kissed in a drunken stupor, I think I was scared. And I think he caught onto it really quickly, so everything after that...every flirt, every look, every `accidental' touch, was done innocently. Just to be safe. It made him unattainable. And as much as I hated games, this was a game we played. He was so sweet to me, even when I backed off and hid. Like he understood. At one point, I understood too.
But nothing ever came of it. I moved out during the summer, wanting to travel and experience the world. He stayed in that apartment until the lease ran up and moved out with another roommate. We didn't really keep in touch very much. I always wondered what his reason was. Jason is a people-person. A little shy at times, but a people-person. Everyone liked him because he was positive and always smiled, offering advice. So why was it so hard for us to connect?
And, you know, it's funny, because as soon as that thought crept into my mind, he stretched on the bed, right beside me, and put his hand on my waist. His smile couldn't be any brighter. My heart jumped.
Jason He just kept looking at me, and I know he was thinking something but I didn't know what. I hurried to think of things I could tell him as I pretended to look at some menu I was going to order from, but my mind drew a blank. I kept swallowing hard, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous I was becoming. And then, the thought occurred to me that he wouldn't reject any move I made. We did have a lot of moments when we lived together. He knows I'm a little shy at times, he knows I gave him space when things were at first a little weird between us. Erik's more of a loner. Not to say he isn't social, but for some reason he prefers to keep a certain distance from everyone, as if he were afraid that everyone would hurt him somehow.
For a split second I was confused at the thought of him not rejecting any move I made, but at the same time being sort of standoff-ish. So, instead of sharing another innocent moment, I lay next to him and put my hand around his waist. This time, my dick was quick to stiffen.
Erik So the ball was in my court now. I could pretend it's just a friendly gesture, one of our innocent moments, or I could see it for what it was: he wanted to get close to me. The idea almost made me laugh, but not in a bad way. More of a "I can't believe this is happening" kind of way. Like a fantasy coming true. Jason's a cute guy. He's a little bit shorter than me, with short dark brown hair. He has these eyes that see everything, and he thinks his glasses hide that. He never saw himself the way anyone else did. And I think it was past time that I show him how I saw him.
My cock was rock hard. I wanted to rip his pants off and have him. But this was Jason, not someone I didn't know. So, instead, I brought my hand up to his face, gently caressing his stubble-covered cheek, and removed his glasses.
Jason That was all I needed. My dick was ready to burst out of my pants. I had to repeat to myself over and over that this was going to be different. He wasn't a one-night stand. He was Erik. He had my glasses in his hands, and I lightly grabbed his wrist and motioned for him to put them on my nightstand. He had to lean over past me. As he did this, my hand moved up his arm, over his back, swiftly grazing his butt, and back onto his waist. Erik brushed his cheek against mine, tapped my neck with his lips, and slowly pulled away to look at me. "This is what I want," I said to him. Propping myself up a little, my body slid like quicksilver over him. My lips were hungry for his. We kissed, passionately for the first time, and as we did so, his cock pressed up against mine, and the passion turned to lust.
I had to have him.
Erik Loveable Jason. So sweet, but when our mouths touched, my hip tilted to meet with his, and our cocks met. His was just as hard as mine, though much bigger. I wanted it. I wanted it in my mouth, after his lips were done. I wanted to suck on him, and the thought of it drove me wild. Laying down on the bed completely, my hands grabbed his waist and forced him on me so I could feel him completely. God, I just wanted him so badly. His body rubbed up and down against mine, and we both knew we wouldn't be slowing down anytime soon. Our legs were entangled, and while he kissed me and pushed his tongue in my mouth, rolling it around, driving me wild!, my legs became free and were free to spread themselves for Jason. Logic was giving way for lust. Jason was on top of me, and as soon as my legs spread and his knees bent as if to fuck me right there, the warmth in my groin increased. My hands, again, reached around, grabbed his ass, and pushed it against my own asshole. I had to have him.
Jason This was wild! I needed him to feel like this! He wanted me on top, he spread his legs to show his intentions, he forced me to grind with his ass...I couldn't take it. I almost said I want you, but instead I whispered, "I'm going to have you." Simultaneously, I grabbed his shirt and started taking it off. He did the same for me. My dick rubbed up against his ass while my hand rubbed his dick. We were both breathing heavily. He had some hair on his chest and stomach. I could see his underwear, and the tiny hairs poking out of the top. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. He helped me take his pants off. Again, he did the same for me. He moaned as he stroked my dick, and said he wanted to suck my boner. "Not right now. I need your dick."
Erik Jason did the most unexpected thing: he took both our underwear off and straddled me! He wanted me to fuck him! I asked if he was sure, but he was already reaching for the lube. My cock was covered in it by the time he was done. He made no move to let me be on top. His ass was going to ride my cock. It was so hot and unlike him...I grabbed my dick as he positioned himself on top of it, legs spread and ready to take me in.
His cock was gorgeous. So erect, so BIG, but he wanted mine right now. His ass needed to be fucked. His balls were beautiful, too, and I couldn't wait for the moment when I could have them in my mouth. My eyes finally met his for a moment, as he slowly closed them and tilted his head back to take me in. "Oh. Oh my god. Oooh..." My dick was so hard. I felt my head being surrounded by his asshole. I was inside of him. His right hand pumped his dick, and his left was on my stomach. He gasped. "Feels good..." I let him decide how much of me to take in, and how quickly. He seemed to pause, to allow his hole to stretch, before going on. After a few seconds, he was ready to take the whole thing. My whole dick was inside him. We both gasped this time...we both closed our eyes and tilted our heads back a little. "Fuck...love your dick..."
Jason "...fuck me." His hips pushed up and my mouth dropped. "Yeah." He continued to do this as I started to ride him. His hips went up and my ass went down. I could feel his balls and his hair against my ass each time. "Ah...oh...fuck...yeah...fuck me..."he was hot "oh god...faster...fuck me..."
"Shit...yeah...take that...take my cock..." I pumped faster. He was mine. "You like that?...like my cock..."
"Yeah...fuck me...oh god, oh god...mmm...Erik..."
"Take it all." My hips pushed up and my hands pushed his waist down so he could feel me all the way.
"FUCK..!"He was fucking me! I loved it. He let go of my waist and reached for my nipples. I stuck my chest out as I reached around to grab his thighs. A whole new wave of pleasure came over me. He pinched my nipples, making me ride him even faster. "Touch them. Fuck yeah."
"You like that? Ride me. Ride my cock. You like getting' fucked?"
"God yeah. Shit, I'm gonna get close..."
Erik I stopped quickly. I wanted his cum inside me. I wanted his dick to stretch me out. He understood. I got the lube quickly and smeared a bunch on his cock. He stroked himself while I fingered my hole with the leftover lube. Jason wasted no time in spreading me out. My ass met his cock and his head was inside me before I knew it. "Just fuck me." I wanted his cum inside me, and I wanted him to be rough.
Jason He wanted me to be rough, I could tell. I wasted no time, except to slide my dick in so I wouldn't hurt him too much. "You ok?" I asked. He nodded and his hands grabbed my ass and led my dick further inside. I pumped, gradually faster and faster, until all he could do was moan and yell, faster faster! My hips pushed in, I wanted him to feel me like I felt him. My own asshole was sore, and I loved it. Erik had fucked me, and now he wanted me to cum inside of him. I fucked him without mercy. I banged and banged and he wanted me to! He moaned, I grunted, I wanted to cum.
"FUCK me!" he said. My hands were on the bed propping me up. Ok, I'd fuck him like he wanted me to. I grabbed his thighs and with his legs over my shoulders, pounded him over and over and over.
I was getting close. I could feel my cum rising into my shaft. I moaned louder, breathed heavier. I looked right at Erik, and he knew it was time.
Erik He was so close. So was I. We were going to cum together. He pounded at me and I wished my legs could spread farther. He made me want to get fucked over and over again. We were shaking the bed, and finally he was going so fast I knew it was going to happen then. I grabbed my cock and pumped, getting ready to shoot, too. "Oh, fuck...Jason...fuck me...Jason!"
"Ohhhh. FUCK! Aahhh!" He yelled. "Shit! I'm gonna cum!"
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He stayed inside me as long as he could. My legs were still spread for him. They always would be. I wanted him inside again, but I was exhausted. He was tired, too. We both breathed heavy. We even laughed a little. This was different. We were different. He wasn't just another fuck. He was Jason.