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Life's Turns
I woke up feeling like a new man; last night was the best sexual experience of my entire life. I moved my legs around and some of Ian's cum leaked out of my ass. At that moment I knew it was not a dream. As I contemplated the night, I realized that Ian wasn't in my bed, so I got up and looked for him. He was not in his room, nor was he in the living room, kitchen, or bathroom. I called his cell and got no answer, I began to worry thinking that he must be totally freaked out. I mean before yesterday I never even looked at another guy, now I was wondering have I always liked guys, were these feeling so repressed that even I was not aware that they existed. I had a lot of things to figure out and I was hoping that Ian and I could figure them out together.
I decided not to waste such a perfect day so I headed out to my friend Chris's house. On the way I called Ian just to make sure he was okay but it just went to voicemail. Why did we have to go so far? I didn't want to fuck up our friendship and yet that is exactly what I felt was happening. I made it to Chris's house. I rang the door bell and there was no answer, I knocked on the door and it just opened. So I walked in and called his name out, I knew he was home because his car was still parked outside. I ran up the stairs to his room and there was no one there, I walked back downstairs to the kitchen, there I heard some clanking coming from the basement. I asked if he was down there and he told me to come down.
I went down the stairs and there Chris was bench pressing in a pair of white Calvin Klein trunks. He was sweating so much they were translucent. My dick was hard as a rock! Chris always had a muscular body, in high school he was the captain of the wrestling team, now days he was a carpenter. He was a bit taller than me and he sported twenty three inch biceps. He saw me staring; clearly my mind was fixated on one thing so he threw his sweaty towel on my face. "Hey man what's up, you look like you were being hypnotized or something" he bellowed. That I was I was being hypnotized by that tube steak that was bursting to be set free by his trunks. I told him I just had a lot on my mind and I just needed a friend. He had a worried look on his face, wondering how serious of a predicament I was in.
At that moment I didn't want to talk about it, I told him I just wanted to work out and blow off some steam. So I got on the bench and began to lift some weights, all of my frustrations and concerns began to be pushed out of me as I pushed the weights up. I did three consecutive sets without realizing I was doing them. Then it started to burn, but I continued lifting, on the fifth set my arms were pushed to the max and could not push the bar up. "Do you need a spot" asked Chris, I screamed out yes feeling the weights about to touch my neck. "Then tell me what's going on," I relented telling him that if he got the weights off me I'd tell. He put his hands on the bar and before lifting, he dipped his legs so his cock was square on my fore head. There was an awkward silence in the room; we looked each other in the eyes face to face. "Okay now spill it, what's going on?" and like a river I recanted the whole night, from the kiss in the club to being butt fucked on my own carpet, to not hearing a word from Ian this morning. I started crying thinking why me, how could I fuck up our relationship. As I finished Chris just chuckled, I looked at him thinking what was so funny about my situation.
"Look man, we all experiment, hell do you think I haven't fooled around with any of my friends? Hell I have gotten my cock sucked and I even fucked some guy before, I mean I even sucked a few of them off just to show my appreciation, that doesn't make you gay and that shouldn't end a friendship." I pondered what he said closely and wondered was Chris just as in denial about his sexuality as I was. Oddly though I kind of felt better after he told me, I still had a lot to figure out but at least I wasn't going to be alone. "You know since you're here how about we play a little game." I lifted one of my eyebrows and asked what he had in mind. "I don't know how about a wrestling match" he coyly answered. I told him that I was at a disadvantaged since I didn't spend most of my life training to be a wrestler. He then said that I could tie one of his arms down and that should be more than fair. I agreed and got an extension cord to wrap around his arm and body. Before we began he stated that the loser would have to suck the winner's cock, I readily agreed. First I took off my shirt and shorts just to make it as fair as possible. Chris was on the bottom and counted down.
"On your mark, get set, go!" I rolled him on his back, trying to pin him down, but he used his legs to flip me right over. Each of us struggling for control, without both of his arms it seemed that I had the advantaged but his strength was a force to be reckoned with. With all the power in my legs I scissored his neck hoping to get him in a chokehold but with one stroke he grabbed my boxers and tore them in half. I was stunned; there I was on my stomach with my ass raised in the air naked like a jaybird. Chris just laughed and said he got a little carried away. I ran to put my shorts on but he held me still, I was so worried about not having any clothes on that it completely escaped me that now he was working with two hands. He picked me up and had turned me upside down, all the blood was rushing to my head, I thought he was getting ready to pile drive me, when I felt his tongue dart my asshole. I became jelly in his arms; he gently lowered me to the ground and asked me if he won. I moaned in agreement, he stopped and asked to hear that he had won but I couldn't resign myself to say it. Then he gripped my ball sack which really woke me from my daze I screamed "YOU WIN JUST LET GO OF MY BALLS." He let go spun me around and offered his thick dick to me to swallow.
He buried my face in his trunks making sure I caught the scent of his musky cock. Then he opened my mouth and made me blow him through his underwear, I was captured by his masculinity, I began to lick for all it was worth tasting the pungent saltiness of his sweat. Then he told me to take his undies off with my teeth, I readily obeyed. There his cock stood free in all its glory, but I had no time to marvel because before I knew it he was trying to stuff half of it down my throat. My jaw was in pain, I had never had something so big in my mouth, and it was the size of a can of Budweiser. I took it in, but my mouth was so dry, so Chris pulled it out and spat in my open mouth, then shoved it right back in. That was all the lube I needed, his dick was tunneling my mouth open, and I gagged a few times as it hit the back of my throat. For a good ten minutes I was trying to give him a sloppy blow job but he seemed frustrated by my activities. "I guess I need to show you how to give a real blow job" he acknowledged. He sat me on the bench and began to kiss my dick. It was so incredible, who would have thought that Chris Evans was a great cocksucker?
He began to tease me by biting the skin underneath the head of my dick; it was like I needed a little bit of pain to counteract all this pleasure it kept me on my toes. Then with one swoop he went balls deep, devouring my entire dick. Not once did his teeth touch my piece. With his free hand, he would roll my balls around his fingers, pushing and pulling them into submissions, I swore they dropped a few inches that day. I was almost about to explode when he got up and asked if I was ready for another go, I accepted the challenge wanting to give him as much pleasure as he had given me.
I stuck my tongue out, lapping up his dick like a dog does to a bone. I relaxed my throat and eased all nine inches down my throat, I tried breathing out my nose this time. I gently went up and down taking even more as time went on, finally I went down again and his balls hit my chin. I had finally deep throated that monster cock. He made sure that it wasn't just a fluke by pulling it all the way out and pushing it in. Once again I had inhaled that sausage, but this time he didn't let go of my head. I was being suffocated by cock, I could feel my face turning blue, and I started to fade out struggling for air. Then he let go, forcing me to gasp for air. "That's for being so cocky" he said as he laughed at my face. Then he got back on the mat and pulled me on top of him, we began to sixty nine each other. It was like we were one, this time it wasn't just me working his cock but that we were one being in some auto-fellatio fantasy. I then pulled his face with my hamstrings and impaled his mouth on my cock. He struggled for his freedom but I thought it was my turn to play rough. Thinking back on it may be it wasn't a good idea to have my cock almost bitten off by a bucking bronco. But I held still making sure it went all the way down his throat, by the time I let up he had passed out.
I decided I was going to wake him up with my dick, so I spat on my pud and aimed right at his hole. I pushed in when as I was half way in he woke up and howled. Before he could push me off I hit his prostate. No one had ever fucked him before and here I was long dicking one of my good pals. His cock had regained its stiffness and now he was panting for more. I placed his legs over my shoulders and went for broke; I would slap his dick on his stomach then gently massage it in upward strokes. I didn't want him to cum so I would build him up staring into his eyes as he pleaded for release. How the roles had changed a few minutes ago he was having his way with me, now I was turning him into the bitch he thought others should be. I pinched his nipples waking him from that blank stare but he would just tighten his hole around my cock. I tried bending over to kiss him but he turned his head sideways, so I began biting his ear working my way down to his neck and pecs. When I bit his right tit I felt wetness on my abs, I looked down and there he was leaking on me. He was gushing precum like a geyser. "You like when I play with your big tits? Do you know these are prettier than any girls that I've ever seen, make them dance for me."
He began to make his pecs jump, alternating left and right. I pulled his nubs making his eyes roll to the back of his head. My cock was hitting a nerve, turning him into a little cum whore. He looked so embarrassed when I kept thrashing about at his man tits; I wanted to make him feel like a silly little girl. We were fucking like a pair of jackrabbits; I suckled his nipples hoping that if I hummed on them may be milk would come out. I was simply lost in the moment; I didn't want to come down from this high. I looked at his glowing face and went down for another attempt for a kiss but he wasn't having any of it. "Look I don't kiss guys that's just too gay," I couldn't believe he was saying that, here I was stuffing my cock in his ass and playing with his tits and that was the line he didn't want to cross. With a sense of determination I fucked him even harder, making his thighs tremble from the shear force of my humps. I grabbed him by the hair and looked him dead in the eyes, he tried looking away feeling awkward from the whole situation but I wouldn't let him. I leaned down and touched my lips to his. He tightened his lips but I tried prying them open with my tongue, he couldn't resist by me fucking his ass it caused him to relent, having to make his uuuhhs and awes vocal. We began to French kiss his guard was finally down, he had succumbed to me. We began to battle for supremacy with our tongues darting in each others mouths.
I put one hand behind his back and with the other I cradled his face, we were kissing until our lips were sore from friction. He bit my lower lip until a little blood dribbled, then he would snake his tongue into my mouth. I regained my composure and started humping him with all my might. Before I could even realize what was happening, Chris had jolted his head back and cum was shooting past his eyebrows. He was cumming from the friction my abs moving up and down his cock and being fully impaled on my rocket. His face looked like he had just been his with a banana cream pie. I licked some of it and fed it to him with my tongue. He whispered in my ear "thank you thank you" I'm pretty sure he was just delirious from the intense fucking I just gave him. When he licked my ear that was all I needed to get off, I shot five volleys of cum deep in that tight ass. This orgasm was more intense than the one I shared with Ian, it seemed primal like He-Man the Barbarian Conqueror.
I lay on top of Chris as his hole would slowly loosen then tighten around my dick; it was as if he was milking me dry. He pulled my face to his and began to tongue fuck me once more. We rested there in the afterglow, our hearts were still racing, and our breaths were heavy and short. "You know that was the best orgasm of my life," Chris told me. Surprisingly I believed him; it was like we were really in sync with one another. I reached down to feel his dick and it was still hard. "I hope you're ready for round two."
To be continued...
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