I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This short story is part of a semi-autobiographical novel that I am writing.
There are three parts to this short story and I'll publish them on here over the next few days.
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HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - PART 3
OH THAT'S GOOD!
"Oh, that's good!" Pete sighed when our mouths parted. "You give a good snog "
I wanted to kiss again, to penetrate his mouth again and for him to penetrate mine. But there was something I wanted even more.
"Can I see it?" I whispered and his soft, fair hair rustled on his forehead under my breath.
"Sure!" Pete laughed softly at the familiar request.
I could barely believe that this straight guy was letting me do this. I lifted the duvet off our legs and pulled my body away from his, almost falling off the edge of the bed in the process. There it was! Lying softly on his smooth left thigh. The most beautiful thing that I had ever seen!
"Oh, Pete, that is fantastic!" I sighed. Four inches or more of very thick, very soft, circumcised cock. Under the pale, creamy flesh the ridge of a vein ran along the length of him.
I wanted to kiss his soft lips again, trace tender kisses down his lovely chest and over his firm belly. But there was something I wanted to do even more. Without waiting for permission I slid down my bed until my face was level with his crotch. My fingers stroked gently up the length of him, feeling and savouring every delicious inch.
Any man would have wanted to touch and feel the magnificent potency of him. Pete rolled onto his back, so that my cheek touched his smooth hip and my rock-hard cock pressed his right leg, below his knee.
He settled his head into the two palms of his hands on the pillow and lay back for me to worship his gorgeous prick. From what he had told me, he clearly enjoyed male admiration of his own maleness.
I curled my fingers around his shaft which settled comfortably in my hand with about two inches above my forefinger. I softly grabbed the lower half of his cock and stroked.
"I've never seen a circumcised one before." I whispered, marvelling at the revealed sculpture of his soft knob. Although soft, his exposed knob made him look like he was aroused, which was a very strange sight to me. Uncircumcised cocks just looked normal when soft, but this circumcised one looked like it was ready for sex even 'though it was flaccid.
"When I started getting erections, my foreskin hurt, so my parents got me circumcised." Pete said.
"Ouch!" I cringed.
"Best thing I ever did!" He said. "It lets my big cock relax to its full length when soft. I wouldn't be such a big boy if I hadn't had it done."
"It's lovely!" I whispered and stroked. Pete's big boy started to grow and he gave a contented sigh. I slid my fingers and thumb up his length as it grew rapidly. I hesitated at the ridge, knowing my own cock was sensitive if the foreskin was pulled back and there was no lubrication.
But Pete did not seem to flinch when my thumb softly stroked this fold of skin and my fingers tickled the top side of his velvety, cream knob.
"That feels good!" Pete sighed.
"It's becoming so big!" I said in admiration at the impressive nine inches of almost-hard cock.
"You can stroke me firmer. I know guys with foreskins think mine will be sensitive, but it isn't. Wank my big dick!" He said in a loud commanding voice.
I stroked harder and his cock grew sturdier. "Give me all of your big cock, Pete!" I yelled, hoping that Colin would jealously hear. "What is it now? Ten inches?" I said, no longer able to get my thumb and fingers to meet around his solid, thick shaft.
"Something like that!" Pete yelled. "Wank me harder!"
But I didn't obey. I paused and held the bottom four inches of him, with the rest pointing at my face. "I think there is something else you would like more." I whispered and lowered my face towards the exposed slit, which had started to weep a clear fluid.
"Oh yes! Suck my big cock!" Pete begged loudly.
I giggled in anticipation and in delight that our noises would be driving Colin, downstairs, wild with frustration.
I touched the tip of my tongue to his jewel of juice. He tasted sweet, very sweet, without the usual hint of sour that a man often had. The delicious taste just urged me on. I opened my mouth and slid my tight lips down over velvety knob."
"Ye-essss!" Pete gasped as my lips went down a couple of inches, on past his knob and onto his thick, firm shaft. "Cool, man!" He gasped as his hands left the back of his head and pressed to the back of my head.
"Suck my big cock!" he shouted.
I did.
The feel of him in my mouth was wonderful! So big, so fat, so firm! Oh the girls like Caroline were so lucky to have this straight, cute hunk. But tonight he was mine! I licked and sucked and drooled over him giving great gurgles of delight while Pete groaned, moaned and yelled for me to suck him hard.
I circled my tongue around his smooth velvety knob, which seemed to send him wild.
"Fuck!" he shouted, "You are a great cock-sucker!"
I imagined Pete, on-board ship, driving his randy ship-mates wild with his noise, while one of the lucky sailors sucked him like this. Pete was a noisy bugger as well as a big-boy! He would have been the object of desire for so many of the crew!
I tried to swallow more of him, but I wasn't experienced at deep-throating and the best I could manage was to run my lips down a little of his shaft, so that his knob tickled the top of my throat.
"I can't take any more in." I sighed my mouth off him, holding the base of his thick shaft and waving the ten inches in front of my face. "It's so massive!" I said.
It really was the most impressive cock that I had ever seen. It rose from a delicate, soft bed of fine fair. His balls were a good size and his scrotum was red, with pale pimples and a few hairs on it. I fingered the balls with my left hand and they slithered around in his slack sack. I tried to imagine how potent such a set-up would be. Would he ejaculate huge amounts of sperm to match his size?
"You are a great cock-sucker, Richard." Pete sighed, rubbing the back of my head to encourage me.
I needed no encouragement, my mouth was already missing being filled by this lovely cock. I sighed and moaned as my lips parted and his first three inches filled me.
"Oh yes!" Pete said loudly. "Suck my big cock!" He begged.
I got an extra thrill knowing Colin, below, would be jealously hearing our love-making. Tonight he was going to have to listen, as I had listened to him on so many nights.
"Oh! That's lovely! Fucking marvellous!" Pete shouted in appreciation as my tongue licked around the ridge of his knob. Pete tasted so sweet, I could have supped on him forever!
Pete's hands were firmly holding the back of my head, pressing with each upward thrust of his pelvis and I pursed my lips so that they wanked his knob and shaft. I was ready for him to fuck my face as hard and as fast as he wanted. My mouth was an eager receptacle for his fuck.
Pete athletically thrust and pushed on my head and moaned loudly.
"I'll suck yours too!" he shouted eagerly.
I needed no second invitation; this cute, straight hunk was offering to do me. How could I refuse? I swung around on the bed, keeping his big cock in my mouth as I rotated on it and presented my legs to the pillow where he rested his head.
Expertly, Pete took my hard cock into his mouth, causing me to groan on his. The feeling of having him do it, when I knew he wasn't really into gay stuff was intensely exciting. I had aroused him so much that he was eager to be so intimate.
We both groaned and moaned and his tonguing of my cock was expertly done. He pressed his hands to my bum and I pushed in, my knob slipping out of my foreskin into his warm, wet mouth.
I was so excited by what his mouth was doing, that I was neglecting his cock
I kept moaning "Yes!" instead of working on his cock.
"I'm coming!" I yelled, wiping my mouth off his prick, to warn him. Pete just pressed his hands harder on my bum, so that my crotch was trapped against his face. I jerked and Pete's mouth started gulping over my shaft, inviting my spunk to drench his mouth.
Pete expertly sucked and swallowed and in gratitude I pushed my mouth back over his neglected monster-cock. The feeling of climaxing in his mouth while he filled mine with his hard flesh was overwhelming.
Pete's whole body was now rocking, rhythmically pressing his face to my crotch, withdrawing slightly and pressing his crotch to my face and back again.
My fingers kneaded his firm buttocks urging him to fuck my face. And while I was still slowly pressing my cock into his mouth in the final delightful ecstasy, Pete's buttocks went rock hard and his cock fired a forceful jet of spunk into my throat, while he moaned loudly.
I sucked and sucked, wanting to taste every drop of him, while his fists pounded my buttocks in lost rapture. Pete was snarling and roaring like a lion as his mouth let go of my spent cock and he thrust inside my mouth.
My hands pressed his buttocks which alternated between rock-firm and softly pliant. His lovely bum, his lovely body, his lovely cock!
Pete's roar turned to moans as his climax concluded. I sucked and drew every last precious drop of spunk from him.
Unlike mine, which became sensitive when I finished coming, Pete's knob seemed insensitive to my licks and sucks. Also unlike mine, Pete did not seem to shrink, but stayed long and quite firm, even after his climax.
I sucked and drooled and swallowed, while caressing his fantastic knob in my mouth.
"Fucking great suck!" Pete said and I imagined all the satisfied sailors who had given his wonderful cock a good seeing-to! Did he get such intimate attention from his girlfriends? Did they worship his cock like men did or was it much more heterosexual? I imagined his dick would give many a fanny a massive climax.
I heard Colin's door open downstairs and him go into the bathroom, probably to deposit his spunk-soaked tissues in the loo. There was no doubt that Colin would have pleasured himself to the sounds of our intercourse. I knew Colin was a habitual wanker when he didn't have a girlfriend. I'd shared a room with him for six months and then this house ever since. I knew what a sexual creature he was.
I rolled around to face Pete and we cuddled like lovers. I pecked his lips and he did not respond, but I smelt my spunk on his breath. I rolled over and got the glass of water off the bedside table and offered it to him.
With a laugh he took it and drank, rinsing and swallowing my sperm down. I did the same. Pete's spunk tasted strong and sweet and it took some rinsing down.
We laughed and I settled my head on his shoulder, while he wrapped his arm around me. Pete soon fell into a deep sleep of the just-climaxed. I lay awake watching his soft, relaxed face, his smooth, compact chest, his delicious, flat tummy and his soft six-inch monster, lolling on his hip.
Would I ever do this again with him? Would he go back to Caroline and his straight preference? I had to savour every moment!