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A work of total fiction, based entirely on my active fantasies. I have written 2 sides to the same story: Chris' side (the character I know), and Brad's side (at least what I think Brad's side of the story would be, if there were a Brad, and if the story took place).
Giving Head Part 1 of 3:
Chris' Side
At 21 I was thriled to move out of Res at UVic (University of Victoria, BC, for your non-Canadians). Don't get me wrong--res was a blast--but enough is enough. In my old age I craved more than 5 hours sleep and something other than the cafeteria classics for three meals a day.
Sex and sexuality have always been a big part of my life. Often enough I hand a lover or fuck buddy to do it with, but maintained healthy sets of fantasies and calluses on my right hand. I believe in love, and that sex can be a special experience when it is shared with someone you care about, but I also recognize that sex can be a stand-alone entity benefiting both (or more) parties if it is handled properly. I am gay, and can be submissive in the right circumstances. These circumstances came toghther at 21 when I moved out of res, and I was not even aware.
I moved in with one roomate: a friend named Brad from some of my classes. I usualy don't strike people as gay, but even though we did not talk about it, I knew he knew I was, and he knew I knew he knew, and so on. He was straight, and quite the ladies man. Girls wanted him. All he had to do to become the life of the night club was to show up. Quite the power for somone of our age to have.
As I got to know Brad better over time, I was not suprised to find that life hand awarded him every benefit he was entitled to because of his good looks.
Brad had his choice of women to fuck, get a blowjob from, or hang off him for whatever reason he wanted. It was not un-common for us to come back from the bar and for me to see Brad take two women in to his room. He would sleep with one on each side, both caressing his chest, holding his arms, and being rewarded with ocasional kisses. Each were there for Brad, and were so thrilled to be chosen by him they were quite content to share his body. There he would lay in bed untill one, or both, of the girls discovered his erection and brought him to orgasm with a hand job, blowjob, or a quick fuck.
When we would talk about his conquests, I would always comment "what a lucky girl," or other things like that. He got a kick out of how much of an honor I thought it was for the girls to have the chance to suck his cock, swallow his cum, or be fucked raw by him.
Brad was so used to having women hang all over him that he grew to crave a chalenge. Sex with the common woman was easy: hang around women and one will eventualy hang off his cock. Brad wanted to set his sights on the few women that were "hard to get." This is how Brad started to live his life: looking and waiting for more than the common girl that would do anything to be with him.
One night we had been at the bar, and as usual I had watched all the girls take their turns dancing with Brad, but it was obvious his interest was not there. After we got home (alone, which was rare) we joked around about this new classy Brad. We were both drunk, and joked about how he was going to have to find a "hard to get" girl fast, `cuse he had never gone wihtout sex this long in his life. He admitted to missing geting laid any time he wanted, but didn't want to fuck around any more of his adoring fans.
A few weeks later we were again drunk (this time a house party), and again he talked about how much he missed getting laid, and how he would give anything for a good blow-job. Being drunk, I said I could help him out there, and we both smiled, he blushed, and we laughed. I jerked off thinking about it that night, and realized the next morning that I really could help him out.
About a week and a half later it was a Friday night, and we went out again to the bar. Brad ran in to some girls he went to high school with (he was a local boy), and they were hainging off him all night. Early in the night Brad told me he was horny, but wanted me to make sure he did not fuck either of these two girls. Not wanting to be the policeman, I didn't try and slow things down at all. Eventualy I realized about 10 of us we were at home watching superchanel porn (on every Friday night) with the girls, laying on a big foam matteress that was in front of the TV. A few were starting to pass out, or find a room to sleep in. Both girls from Brad's high school were laying by Brad and it was shaping up to be one of those nights. Brad had a wicked erection (one which I had noticed and appreciated before), but he was not as into the festivities as normal. One girl asked Brad to remove his shirt, he didn't want to, so she said she would take off hers. She did, Brad's shirt came off, and I think the topless girl was fondeling Brad's erection under the sheets. Later in the night almost everyone was passed out, and the one girl was still working on Brad pretty hard. I got up to go to the bathroom, and Brad said he also needed to go. As I was flushing the toilet I heard the door close as the girls took a break and went out for a smoke. Brad started in to the bathroom, and in the light I could see the huge erection that his pajama bottoms alone just would not hide. We had a moment of privacy as the girls were outside, and we were in the bathroom. He said he didn't want to slip back into his old groove. I told him he should just have one of them blow him and he could get to bed. Brad was worried the girls were a little "in love" with him and that is what he was trying to avoid. I said I was the only one left, and should have kept talking but my voice trailed off as I thought of what that could mean.
I was staring at his hard on, and he saw me looking. I looked across his chest and to his face. He looked down at the tent in his pants, up at me, and then down to the floor right in front of him, almost gesturing in a silent communication. I raised my eyebrows, and he countered by looking down to the spot on the floor just in front of him again as he leaned back on the counter. I slowly sank to my knees, and put my hand on his bare chest. He put his left hand on my head and my hand started to slide down to the waist band of his pajamas. I explored his hard on through his bottoms, and caressed him softly through the fabric. He was letting his breath deapen, and would softly moan as his cock throbed.
I started to slide down his pants, and almost gasped as the head of his cock appeared--the first time I had ever seen it bare. He was a good size, circumcised, and perfectly shaped. As I saw his cock slowly come out of the confines of his shorts, I tried to imagine how many girls had been there to please his cock before. His erection was full and throbing--a clear indication of the intense sexual stimulation he had been undergoing for over 2 hours now. I grabed hold of his cock and stroked him a few times. He was ready for more though, and indicated that he had enough fore play by ever so slightly pulling my mouth to his cock. He wanted something to enter, and my mouth was going to be it.
He just stuck the head of his cock in to begin with, and I used my tongue to circle it and apply gentle preasure for his pleasure. He withdrew almost all the way and brushed the now slick head around my lips while my tongue continued to caress the very end. Brad pushed this inch or so in and out a few times while we began the long journey to his orgasm. He briefly paused with his cock in my mouth and let it rest on my tongue for a few seconds. His cock barely flexed, and I could feel the silky texture of pre-cum covering his cock head. I squezed the head of his cock with my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and could feel his pulse through his dick. I kept the pressure on his dick and he pushed his cock through this pressure and deep into my mouth, past the entrance to my throat, and in until my lips kissed his balls and pubes.
I made the most silent gag I have ever made as I tried to remove his cock from my mouth. When I finaly was free, I looked up at Brad's face from between his legs, and saw he was laughing. He told me not to worry, I would get used to it soon enough. He kept smiling and laughing as he took his cock in his hand and smacked it against my nose, on my cheek, and across my face. He said he new I loved it. I did not voice any objection to his actions, and felt him pull me forward by the top of my head as Brad went to continue towards his satisfaction.
There was no more fooling around now. Brad new the girls would be back from their smoke quickly, and that ment I had to get down to business. I parted my lips slightly as Brad's still moist cock head reached my mouth. I let his forward thrust open my mouth the rest of the way, and greated his cock with my tongue. I could tell Brad enjoyed being able to thrust in as deep as pleased him at his will, and he enjoyed my stimulation of his cockhead with my tongue at every oportunity. I tried to make my mouth as small as possible so Brad's cock would have as much contact with the inside of my mouth as possible. He was almost silent as he fucked my mouth, just enjoying the sensation. His hand on top of my head would clench my hair as I could sense he was coming to orgasm.
He started wispering something, but I didn't realize it until he asked if I understood. I tried my best communication of "no" with a cock in my mouth, and he had listened to enough people with his cock in their mouths to understand. He again wispered that everyone that is lucky enough to give him head swallows his cum. Silence followed for a few seconds as he continued to fuck my mouth. He repeatedly wispered to me that I had to swallow. I tried to communicate my acceptance of his wishes, and again I think he understood. His fucking slowed, and I did my best to make each movement of his cock as stimulating as possible. He was close.
Brad's right hand held the side of my face while his fingers reached around the back of my head to keep it in place as his orgasm started. With all the others passed out at various points around the house he did not moan, but his breathing sharply deapened, and then paused. When he started ejaculating only an inch or so of his cock was in my mouth, but in the seconds while he shot his man juice in my mouth he pushed in deeper and deeper until he was all the way in. He left his still throbing cock deep in my mouth, and I squeezed it with my cheeks, tongue, and throat as I felt his hands squeeze my head. Finaly I heard him breathe again as he pulled out slightly, and then all the way.
Brad reminded me of my obligation to take his sperm in my belly, and I swallowed it down while on my knees before him. I could see why all the girls had swallowed in the past: he had a smoth jello texture, and a simple and mellow but enjoyable taste. With his left hand still on top of my head he used his right hand to whipe his cock across my face. I heard the door from outside open and the girls come back in. Brad stuck his cock in for one final cleaning from my mouth, pulled it out, his pants up, and went out to the TV room again. I cleaned Brad's smeared juices off my face, and also returned to the group.
We sat and chatted for a while, but Brad was spent from his orgasm and just wanted to sleep, much to the disapointment of the girls. They fought for position beside him to cuddle to his body for copping a feel through the night, but Brad got up after about 10 minutes and slept on the couch.
Brad's Side
I have made a point of enjoying my life to the fullest. I have never understood people doing things they hate all their lives. I just don't get the point.
I have just finished my second year at UVic, after taking a few years off to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I grew up here in Victoria, and enjoy the city, but I know that there isn't tons of work here. I hope I find a good job here, but won't be crying if I have to move away. I have lived with my mom and family most of my life, asside from a few months away after high school. I have done a few things that don't stand out as being the best things in the world, but no major regrets. Life has treated me well, and I have no complaints.
Girls have always been easy for me. They tell me I am hot, but I don't see it. With a little talking and minimal effort I have been able to get my fair share of sex. I enjoy getting laid, but won't shrivel up and die if it dosen't happen. I enjoy being taken care of when I am in the mood, but have never really put too much effort into making sure there is a sure thing.
I have had a few girlfriends over the years. Most were more or less attracted to me at first, and I grew to like them alright. I have also had a few one-night stands, but just don't like the expectation of a relationship after sex. It's just sex: if you wanted more than sex, don't jump in bed first thing.
I think I am looking for something a little special these days: There are so many easy girls out there that I am afraid I am never going to find more than an easy lay. My most long term relationship was about 14 months (near the end of high school), and the only reason we were together was `cause she would get me off every time I saw her--nothing more than an orgasm machine. I was happy, and she worshiped the ground I walked on (and the bed I slept on), but girls like that hold me back from a real relationship.
I moved in with Chris, a friend from UVic, and love living out of my Mom's house. It is nice to have my own life like a real person. Chris is a good guy, and we get along just fine. Chris is gay (kosher with me), and I was joking around with him that he is the best at being a roomate `cuase I couldn't handle the naging of a girl all the time, but straight guys might try and steel girls away from me. I wasn't sure how the whole living with a gay guy was going to go at first, but it realy became no big deal. I am fine walking around in my boxers, and don't care if he does the same--that type of thing.
Living with Chris I thought would be the perfect oportunity to try and break my string of easy bang chicks. I figure that he wouldn't be pressuring me to lay as many girls as I could like most of my other friends, so mabye I would be able to find a real human girl. Turns out I was right, but for the wrong reasons.
Chris is in awe at my stories of all the girls I had been with. I don't get what the big deal is, but I guess he finds getting laid to be more chalenging. He loves hearing the stories I am most embaressed of, like my long term relationship that was just an orgasm machine. At first I didn't get why he liked the stories so much, but started to figure out that Chris was a "bottom" as they say in the gay world, and was facinated about how I had treated and used some of these girls. When I say I am embaressed about these stories, I do mean that. It was great getting the orgasms, etc. all the time, but some of those girls realy loved me, and I feel so bad about using them like I did. It would be different if they just liked having me blow my wad in their mouth, but when they were swallowing just to hang around me--well I should have put a stop to it.
The plan of looking for more than an easy lay took some time to get into. Going out all the time, and having my own place led to a lot of girls coming home with me. My plan worked great until I had a few drinks, then my horemones took over and I wanted to blow my load. I talked about this with Chris, but he didn't understand. I even started asking him to make sure I just didn't bring some chick home to fuck when we went out. It was tough not to--as soon as my cock got hard all blood left my brain and I just followed my dick around.
A few times I was successful in overcoming my urges, and left the bar without female accompanyment. I would talk with Chris in my drunked stooper, and would usualy tell stories about other times when I had been getting laid. I would then realize how much I mised getting laid, or at least sucked off after a night out. I did my best not to get hard, but did and then had to go beat off. One night Chris joked around that he would have to blow me if I didn't find my pefect girl soon. I laughed that night, but thought about it for the first time before I went to bed. I know I am not gay, or even bi, but having my cock sucked on by Chris wouldn't be that bad. I laughed to myself, but kept that thought in my mind.
A few weeks later Chris and I were out to Uforia (now the Boom Boom Room--what a lame name), and I ran into some girls from high school. I must admit that I hardly remembered them, but only remembered that one had a real thing for me back in the day. Anyway, I got that hard on, and the girls ended up coming home with Chris and I (and about a dozen others). I beged Chris not to let me fuck them, but he didn't do anything to stop them. We watched some TV, and there was a lot of sex on the TV, and the girls were rubbing up against me. I remember my dick being rubed by one of them for a while, and then somehow my shirt was off and the girl that had a crush on me was also topless. Usualy by the time someone tuched my dick it was a done deal, but tonight I was still trying to resist. The TV show ended, and the second girl was going to go for a smoke, and draged the first girl along. I guess Chris had got up to go to the bathroom, and I got up to ask him again to make sure I didn't fuck these two girls. I met Chris in the bathroom after he had finished taking a leak, and he suggested I get one of them to blow me so we could get to bed. Chris didn't understand that having one of them blow me ment they would call the next day, and that they would want to go out again, and all that crap that I was trying to avoid. As I was presenting my drunken argument about why each girl would not do, he blurted out that he was the only one left. The silence that followed was the akward pause I needed to get a blowjob that night.
I noticed Chris staring at my crotch, and my instincts just took over. It would be easier for me to get Chris to give me head `cause I knew it wouldn't be a big deal in the morning-just a blowjob with none of the day after crap. Chris had never said so, but I knew he liked being used for sex, so I was realy doing him a favour by leting him suck on my cock. I had a raging hard on after being fondled for the past hour or so, and needed to get off fast. My pajama bottoms did not do much to hide my erection, and Chris was practicaly drooling over my body. I looked down to the floor before me, showing him where he could kneel to please me.
I leaned back with my hands on the counter, and I rested my ass on the ledge. I almost laughed when I felt Chris' tentative touch of my stomach. It was hilarous how much it was turning him on to be able to look at and touch my body. I used to not hide a tent in my pants when I was hard and it was just us in the room. I got a kick out of how he could hardly carry on a conversation once he noticed. It was laughable. Today he was living a dream, and I was going to cum in his mouth.
Chris' hand slid down a little to my waist band and then he started masaging my cock through my pants. That was nice and all, but I had enough of that from the girl outside. Chris was here to get me off, and he needed to get a move on. Soon enough he started pulling my waist band down to free my dick.
I have always found that some people are genuine cocksuckers. Chris was one of these people. I was not about to get head because Chris loved me or wanted me to get him off in return--I was about to get head because Chris loved sucking cock. I have found that if you treat cocksuckers as what they are, you get a better blowjob. The key is to tease them a little, holding them back from time to time so that they turely apreciate what you are letting them do. Chris went to take the whole thing in at once, but I only let him have the head for a minute. Doing this let Chris' tongue masage my head for a few seconds to get me all moistened up.
After I felt Chris had paid his dues with my cock head, I started sinking my cock in further and further, until I stuck it right in his troat. Chris must have been out of practice `cuase I didn't expect him to not be able to handle it. He was trying to pull off and gag without making a sound to disturb anyone else, and I couldn't help but laugh. I think this was embaressing for him, so I told him it was ok and that I had gone too fast or something like that. Anyway, pulling out of his mouth for a second gave me a chance to tease him a little more, so I kept rubbing his spit and my pre-cum all over his face, smacking his cheeks and mouth with the head of my cock. Kind of a fun power tirp. He just sat there and took it like a true cocksucker.
Well, enough was enough. I needed to get off beofre the girls finished their smoke so I pulled Chris forward and started fucking his mouth again. He was actualy pretty good at sucking cock. He used a good amount of pressure, nice motion, and a lot of tongue on my head. I started shoving my cock in further and further as I got more and more into my blowjob. Chris was taking it a lot better now, and it was no problem getting into his throat when I tried again.
I had reached the stage where it is all pleasure, and you are just slowing down a little to make it last longer. Chris was very enthusiastic at his task, and was doing a good job of getting me off. Every girl that has given me head has always swallowed my load, and it has sort of become a trademark for me. My friends tell me how girls will spit their cum out, or not take it in their mouth at all, but I have managed to make my load disapear into the belly of every girl that has sucked me. I find it kind of puts them in their place--gives them a reminder that they have a little price to pay for being able to suck my dick. One girl tried to say no, so I pulled out of her mouth and started pulling up my pants, so she changed her mind. It is always fun to watch a girl taste sperm for the first time, and to see them force it down their throats.
I started to explain this to Chris, and he didn't get it at first so I explained again. I love listening to girls (and now Chris) try and talk with a cock in their mouth. It is such a distinctive sound. Anyway, finaly he got the message, and I decided I was going to cum soon. I fucked slowly for a second, and then started pacing my self to get off. I slowly reached a very enjoyable orgasm, and slowly sank my cock all the way in as I started shooting my jiz in Chris' mouth. He applied a good amount of pressure to my cock as my orgasm subsided. After I regained my composure, I slowly took my cock out of Chris' mouth and cleaned it off on his face. I didn't have any regret in my post-orgasmic state, but I did realize the girls were already back in the house, and I got up and went back to their company, leaving Chris to take care of himself.
The next morning I had to get to work early, so left before anyone else was awake. When I got back Chris was home, and had cleaned up the house. It looked like he was just going out to work, so we just chatted for a second. I remembered to thank him for the blowjob last night, and then he was gone.