I was just sitting around the house alone that afternoon. The rest of the family was off doing their various things and I was enjoying the relative silence of the house by listening to a little Life of Agony (the new stuff is really pretty happy). I was online, surfing around aimlessly, pics of hot guys and warez, what else is there on the net? Oh yea, stories...
I didn't hear his presence until he knocked on my door. I asked who it was and, be still my throbbing cock, it was Mark. I enthusiastically told him to enter, which he did and pulled up chair. We chatted about some inconsequential things: movies, bands, net stuff... whatever. I somehow ended up mentioning that a girl at work showed up for her shift while tripping. She'd thought it would wear off before it did I guess. Anyway, we started talking about how funny it would've been to mess with her if I'd realized she was tripping at the time.
"You could send her walking around the store and she might not come back for hours," he offered at one point.
"You could just talk to her like this," I said as I moved my face close to his then far away then close then far.
He mimicked my 3D movements for a moment, then got really close to my face and just stared at me to show another way to mess with her. I couldn't stop myself. He was two inches from me and there was no way I could resist. I kissed him. It wasn't long, just as soon as I realized what I'd done I had to watch him pull back and stare at me with a look of astonishment that could've just about killed me. It wasn't enough that I really loved the guy and that he was pretty damn straight, but now he was probably going to insult me then walk right out of my life.
His look of astonishment turned into a quizzical gaze, with his head cocked slightly to the side. I started to apologize, but as soon as I moved closer to him he shoved me back angrily. I stumbled backwards against my desk, looking up at him in horror. He walked toward me and I vowed to myself that I wouldn't resist any attack he came with -- it was all my fault that he hated me.
He walked right up to me, put a hand on my shoulder, and shouted, "How could you not tell me you were gay!? That's so damn unfair! We could've been together for months... years now!"
It took a moment for his words to enter my conscious thoughts, long enough for it to coincide with his kiss. I recoiled much the way he had only a minute before, shocked at this revelation. Once realization set-in, I seized the moment before it was gone and embraced him tightly. It was all I could do to not cry out in relief that I wouldn't be losing him after all.
Our lips met again, strongly this time, with passion instead of hesitation, expectation instead of surprise. Our tongues twined together and our hands began roaming. Mere seconds passed and, though our kiss lingered, our state of dress did not. We stood together in our embrace, skin against skin, chest against chest, cock pressed against cock. I pushed him back to the bed, where I lowered him onto the quilt and settled between his legs.
I took his cock in hand and licked around the circumsized ridge, then down and back up the length of the 7" shaft. I tongued his balls, then sucked each between my lips for a moment before returning to the object of my -- until now -- forbidden fantasies. I kissed his slit, then slowly engulfed every inch of him, eventually feeling that hot pole slide right down into my throat. He moaned in ecstasy, arching his back off the bed. I let most of him escape my greedy mouth, making circles around the head as it came out of my throat, then took it right back in. We fell into a wonderful rhythm with me loving every inch he gave me and he writhing under my loving lips and tongue. It took mere minutes for him to reach the brink. I caressed his entire body with my hands as I took him into my throat one last time, then pulled all but the tip out and grasped his shaft with both hands. Only two strokes brought his gift into my waiting mouth, which didn't miss a drop. I licked his cock clean then moved up to lay beside him on the bed, caressing his chest with my hand.
He smiled at me and said, "See? If you'd told me you were gay, we could've been doing this for years!"
"Yeah, well I didn't see you fessing up either!" I grinned back.
He reached out and took my still hard member in his hand. "I guess I'd better do something about this -- we have years to make up for!"
He rolled onto his stomach, then motioned for me to go ahead. I got this mischevous grin on my face, then pulled out my personal lubricant -- which, until then, had always been purely personal. I spread a good helping onto his hole, then rubbed a good palmful into my hard cock. I entered him very slowly, feeling his tight sphincter clench around my shaft. I stopped quickly when I heard his pained gasp.
"Tell me when it's ok," I said.
"It's ok, go ahead."
I pushed a little further in, keeping any animal desires strongly in check. It took a few minutes, but eventually I felt my hips pressed against his asscheeks. I started to move slowly out and in, building to more of a slow but steady rhythm until I heard my new lover's moans of pleasure egging me on. My thrusting began to build in speed and power until he was asking for more and I was, certainly willingly, granting each request. Soon I was pounding into him with long, full strokes, and shortly after I thrust myself into him one final time before unloading all I had deep inside him. As I climaxed I saw his back arch one more time as he came on the bed's quilt.
"Sorry about the bed," he said.
I collapsed on top of him, my cock still buried inside him, and kissed his neck. "That's ok, it's the last thing I'm thinking about."
I withdrew as I softened and rolled onto my back beside him. He turned to face me and we kissed again, more slowly, more meaningfully. I embraced him as he lay with his body half on top of mine, his head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. The last thing I saw before falling asleep was that wonderful smile on his lips.
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