Title Mutual Pleasure Subject Gay Date 01/11/98 Author Ziggy (Male) Email ziggy001@btinternet.com
Today had been a day for staying indoors, the weather had seen to that and only those who had to go out would in the pouring rain and lashing winds. Don't get me wrong, the weathers not always like this in the UK, just when we get rain we seem to get lots of it. I decided to stay in and get some work done on the computer and had spent most of the day working on digital photos in PhotoShop or writing stories. At six p.m. I decided enough was enough for one day and headed downstairs to the kitchen for something to eat, I was starving having skipped breakfast and lunch. I put a meal in the microwave and heated it, then went into the lounge to eat and watch the local news and weather. Flooding locally was bad, worse in some places, though the road that ran behind my house was closed due to three feet of water blocking it. The food was good and took away the empty feeling that had been gnawing at me; I sipped at some white wine and watched the weather forecast, more fucking rain, as if we hadn't had enough already. I watched some mindless comedy show as I finished my meal, then just sat and watched more mindless TV for a while before I could stand it no longer. I had a headache now, probably from staring at a monitor all day, I headed for the shower to run hot water on my head and neck, and it usually did the trick for me. The hot soothing jets soon made me feel more relaxed as I showered, soaping myself all over, my hand slipping to my groin; it was time for a shave again.
The razor slid over my shaft, taking away the pubic hairs which grew way along the length, then when it was smooth I carefully shaved my balls. Something about shaving my cock and balls appeals to me, it's partly the look, but also the feel as well. Once finished I climbed out of the shower and headed naked upstairs to the study, I put on some music and turned the wall lights on low, giving the room a dim warm red glow. I grabbed a towelling robe from the bedroom and crashed out on the sofa to relax for a few hours before heading out for the night, assuming the rain would eventually ease off. I had only been on the sofa about ten minutes when the doorbell rang; I got up reluctantly and headed downstairs to the front door.
"Hi"
"Hi Stevie, come on in." I said.
He followed me up to the study, I retied the belt on the robe, which had started to come undone and sat down again. Stevie sat on the sofa next to me, and we chatted about music and keyboards, a mutual passion for us. We also had another mutual passion, though from different angles, oral sex. Stevie just loves giving head and I just love the way he gives it, it was inevitable that sooner or later I was going to get my cock sucked tonight. The belt began to slip again, but this time I let it go, the robe falling open to expose my shaved cock and balls. Stevie looked, though he had never made the first move in all the time I had known him.
"Want to deal with that for me?" I asked.
Stevie slipped from the sofa onto the floor between my legs, his head making straight for my cock, taking me in his mouth to the base, sucking me to hardness which took him no time at all as he worked his magic on my tool. I had long since given up wondering why he was always so keen to go down on me, he never wanted anything in return, though I was always willing to return the favour for him. In the end it was accepted that he enjoyed sucking me off and seeing me come, as much as I got off on watching him do it to me. I lay back on the sofa and watched as his head bobbed up and down on my rigid shaft, stopping now and again to lick all around the head, flicking the head with his tongue then sucking me deep into his mouth again. His hands gently stroking my inner thighs and balls adding to the pleasure he was giving me with his mouth. I can hold back on most guys, but with Stevie it's harder, he has this knack of putting me off and then pushing me over the edge before I can stop myself from coming, he was trying it now.
The phone was ringing, why did this always have to happen when Stevie was here. He let my cock slip from his mouth and went and grabbed the cordless phone from the desk and passed it to me. I took it from him and pressed the answer button.
"Hi." I said.
Stevie settled back down onto the floor and grinned at me as he sank his mouth onto my shaft. Have you ever tried having a telephone conversation while someone is sucking on your cock, try it sometime, it's amazing just how quickly you forget what you were saying. All the while Stevie sucked and teased at my cock he kept his eyes locked on mine, something that I just love, don't ask me why, I don't know. The voice on the other end of the line brought me back to earth.
"Sorry I got distracted." I said, it was not a lie.
Stevie was running his palms over the front of my thighs and up onto my hip and belly, then one hand grasped my shaft hard and he flicked his tongue like lightening on the underside of my cock head, I gasped out loud.
"Sorry I coughed." I lied into the phone.
Stevie knew he was going to see me come any minute, his hand cupped my balls, and he took them gently in his palm wrapping his fingers around them and then pulled slowly downwards. His mouth returning to my cock, it didn't take him long and I started to come. I never came in his mouth, which was the deal; he would suck me as much as I wanted as long as he could see me come. I mouthed the word coming and he pulled his mouth from my cock, but continued to lick the underside of the head and pull down on my balls. The voice on the other end of the phone droned on, I put my thumb on the mute button as I came. Groaning loudly as I pumped hot thick spunk out onto my belly as Stevie wanked me off, the look of pleasure on his face some how made me come just that little bit more. I lay back on the sofa; my breathing slowing to it's usual pace. Suddenly I realised that I hadn't said a word for a while to the guy on the phone, but he was still talking. I watched as Stevie licked the thick creamy cum from my belly, then from my shaft, finally sucking the head clean.
"No I'm having a quiet night in." I said into the mouthpiece.
What would he have said, my straight friend who had no idea what I was doing right now, in fact he had no idea that I was into guys. Why is it some people just cannot see what is staring them in the face I wonder. He continued to tell me about his holiday, how he hadn't got off with any of the local women in the two-week stay.
"Perhaps you should have tried the men?" I said laughing.
The line went silent for a while; I had shocked him, Jesus he was naive. I put my hand on Stevie's head and pushed him down further on my cock, he moved up and down on the shaft under my hand, though I wasn't actually doing anything to him to make him do it. He pulled me forward on the sofa, putting my legs over his shoulders and sinking his mouth right down to my belly. I could feel the head of my cock in his throat, then I felt his hand on my nipple, twisting it gently between his thumb and finger, I was beginning to lose all interest in the guys holiday as again I felt the urge to blow my load for Stevie. He stopped sucking my cock and moved to my balls, sucking them into his mouth while he wanked me off, his other hand massaging between my balls and asshole. All the while we had eye contact, and again I felt the burning sensation rising in my balls as they began to churn, getting ready for another ejaculation.
"Do I? Breathless. probably smoking too much I expect." I said.
I listened to the lecture on the perils of smoking; this was from a man who wouldn't take a risk if his life depended on it. He went on and on, but it was wasted on me, I was going to come any second. I mouthed the word now and Stevie sucked on my balls as he watched the arc of spunk leave my straining cock to land on my chest. The voice droned on and on.
"Yes I do have something to clear my chest." I said.
Stevie was clearing it right now for me, his tongue lapping at the thick white cum that had landed in two blobs on my chest. He looked up at me, traces of cum on his lips as he grinned up at me. He got up and went to make a drink, giving me time to recover, ready for a third and possibly forth orgasm before he had to go home to his wife. I listened to the voice on the phone for a while as I relaxed full length on the sofa, then Stevie returned with a couple of hot drinks. We drank them slowly as the voice went on in my ear, I was getting bored of this, he might be a friend, but he was a boring friend at times.
"Well I'd better go, I have things to do."
The voice droned on and on in my ear, Stevie was softly stroking my cock, goading it into life, as always he managed to get it up with very little effort.
"Sorry but I have to go, something just came up." I said, then switched off the phone.
Stevie traced his fingertip along the thick vein that stood out on my shaft, tracing to the head and circling around. He looked me in the eye and sank his mouth onto my gorged shaft, never breaking eye contact once. I relaxed back on the sofa watching as he worked my cock deeper into his throat. It was still pretty early and I wondered just how many more times he would make me come before he went home to his wife.