One Shot At Blake

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Hello reader,

This is my first attempt at any sort of erotic/sex writing. Like every other writer here, i'm going to ask that you please send me your comments and suggestions. I wonder how many people actually listen to these intros? I guess I'll find out. Anyway, on with the story/sex thinger.

Thanks, Dave

• • • One Shot At Blake - - -

I was in the gym playing a close game of badmitten when the bell rang signaling the end of school. Me and my buddy Blake both insisted on finishing the game, but our partners were eager to leave school so we continued the game as singles. We kept at a tie for about four minutes, neither of us scoring any points on our serve, before finally Blake managed to beat me because of a corner shot I misjudged. We congratulated each other on a good game and headed into the locker rooms.

The locker was empty - our gym class had shot out of there quickly and it was still too early for the sports teams to be getting dressed. I sat down at my locker to change back into my normal clothes. Just as I was putting on my jeans, Blake showed up.

"Hey man, I'm gunna get a shower real quick. Catch me when you're done and we can hang out - unless you've got something else coming up?"

I shook my head. "No, that's cool." He headed off and I heard the shower water start in the room down the hall. I finished changing out and started to head towards the exit to wait for Blake when I passed the shower the room. I nervously glanced in to see if I could get a peek at him. He was standing at one of the shower heads across from the doorway facing the wall. He was totally naked, even his dark green boxers tossed aside on his clothes pile. He was running his hands through his hair, his head turned up slightly towards the water. I stopped outside the door in the hallway and leaned against the far wall so it would appear I was just waiting for him - I definitely wanted to take my time watching this. I could hear him saying, "Unless you've got something else coming up?" in my head.

He was running his hands through this hair, which he kept a bit on the long side. It seemed to be a light brown but it was frosted blond mostly so that you couldn't tell which shade was his natural color. My gaze lowered to his back, looking over his lightly tanned skin and muscular shoulders. My eyes followed the curve of the small of his back to his smooth, firm ass.

Just then he began to turn around and I looked down the hall for fear that he would catch me staring. I risked a look back into the showers and saw him with his eyes closed, letting the water rush over him. I watched the water running down his broad, well defined chest and over his hard nipples. It flowed down over his tight stomach to an ever so light trail of hairs and -

BANG BANG BANG

"Justin, the bus leaves in ten minutes!"

I snapped up in my bed with a hardon that was fast fading from shock and confusion. I looked over at the clock and it was only 6:30AM. Damn! Just a dream. I jumped out of bed and peeked down the hall to make sure nobody was around to witness my morning erection. Seeing no one, i slid into the bathroom and rushed through my morning routine; more like bungled through it, as I was so crushed for time I'm sure I didn't make everything. I missed the bus and had to get a ride from my mom, who was none too happy about the matter.

I ended up being late to homeroom but having the memory of that dream in my head, I didn't care much.

Blake and I had been friends since my sophomore year when he was in my gym class. We didn't really become good friends until after gym was over, but I watched him enough in the locker rooms for my mind to piece together little wishes like that dream. At first I didn't talk to him at all - he looked like a regular jock so I avoided him on the stereotype. After awhile, though, we got put on the same volleyball team and he seemed like a cool enough guy. We became good friends very quickly. He didn't end up in my health class so I only saw him after school until junior year when he ended up in one of my other classes.

I'd ended up telling him I was gay shortly before the summer. I'd dreamed in my mind that he'd tell me he was too, but no such luck. He even had a girlfriend at the time - which just goes to show how blindly obsessed I was. Luckily it didn't seem to phase our friendship at all - we still hung out the same and slept over almost every weekend. Since I have a full basement and my parents basically leave me totally alone down there, whenever we were at my house we'd end up watching a porno he had. There were enough shots of guys to keep me interested although nothing that really counted. It had never lead to anything though - we somehow hadn't let it lead to jerking off or anything.

By the time I got to my eighth period class - Chem - I was more then ready for the day to be over. I doodled little sketches in my notebook - I like to try and develop some artistic talent when I'm bored (if it ever develops, i'll let you know) - and tried to fight off sleep as the teacher drilled out notes. After the bell rang I ran to my locker to find Blake there waiting.

"Hey man, what's up? I didn't see you around before homeroom."

I flashed a grin and started to open my locker. I sure saw you, I thought to myself. "I overslept and missed the bus. This whole day has been hell."

He gave me his best look of fake pity. I loved his eyes, they were a cool deep brown. "You wanna go hang out?" he asked.

"Nah, I think for now I wanna go home, get this work done, and take a nap. You're welcome over tonight though. My parents just got some new movies for the DVD player."

"You overslept and you wanna go home and take a nap?" He grinned and ruffled my hair. He does that all the time. It annoys me to this very day. "Oh well, I'm definitely up for tonight. I could use some time away from my rents."

"I'll seeya then," I said, closing my locker, and ran to catch the bus.

He showed up around eight. He had changed into a pair of light khakis and a tight black t-shirt. We went straight down stairs to the couch and TV. We picked out The Matrix and Gladiator from the movies (very ironic pair) and sat down to watch. About halfway through Gladiator my mom called the stairs saying she and dad were going to bed.

"What'd you think?" I asked after the movie ended.

"It was cool, although I could do without that guy being all over his sister," he said with a chuckle.

"What now?"

He grinned. "Well, I got a movie..."

I smirked and popped open the CD slot as he reached into his stuff and brought out a porno. It was one I'd never seen before. Damn, this kid must have quite the sexual appetite. "You have good taste," I said, holding up the box and pointing at one of the guys on the back.

He smirked and grabbed the box out of my hand, throwing it back into his bag. We laid back on the couch and let the movie play. As the first scene got underway he leaned forward and started to slide off his shirt. I watched, enthralled, as it slid up revealing his beginning six pack and tight chest complimented with those perfect light brown nipples. He leaned back again and tossed his shirt aside. I followed his movements shortly after.

He idly rubbed his chest a bit with his hand and then let it settle on the large bulge that had formed in his pants. I started to divide my attention between the movie and him, trying to judge how long he was from the outline of his hardened rod. He looked over at me nervously for a second and started to rub at his bulge, occasionally grabbing it through his jeans and trying to stroke it a bit. It wasn't long before my own six inches started responding to the eye candy and I started giving it a similar treatment.

Every once in awhile he'd look down at his bulging crotch and over at me for a second - then back to the movie. I couldn't help but wonder what was up - he'd never acted this nervous before. After a bit of this he glanced at my face and then nervously began to unzip his pants as he watched the movie. I held my breath, my mind blazing through what might happen, and he undid the button on his jeans and slid them down his legs. He was wearing a loose pair of black boxers, but his cock was pressed up hard against them, straining them so that they looked about to break.

I had completely forgotten about the movie. My eyes were glued to Blake. He rubbed at his dick through his boxers for a bit and then, eyes glued to the movie, he reached his hand into the slit and grabbed his cock, pulling it out slowly. I gasped slightly and he looked over at me, now stroking it slowly. It was at least an inch longer then my own, and a bit thicker. I watched in total awe as he stroked his shaft up and down, stopping just below the head. I took out my own cock eagerly - I had to, it felt like it would bust right through! - and stroked it slowly.

He let go of his cock and stared at the floor for a moment before turning to me and motioning at his twitching rod. "This... uh... this turns you on?" He asked, nervously, his voice hoarse.

I couldn't make myself speak and eventually just nodded.

He watched me for a bit as I started at his cock and jerked myself, and then scooted over a bit closer to me. "Y-you can touch it if you want." I held my breath and looked up at his face. "I mean, I guess it'd feel the same... whether it was a girl or a guy..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I wasn't about to let my disbelief let me lose the chance. I scooted over so we were right next to each other and shifted to reach over with my left hand. I tentatively brushed my fingers against the underside of the head and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. He felt hotter and stiffer then I'd ever imagined it would. I just sat still for a moment, and then his own hand covered mine and slowly pushed mine up and down his pulsing rod. He rested his hand on his thigh again and I continued to stroke his cock, twisting my hand to feel its entirety.

He let out a soft moan and a few moments later a small drop of precum emerged from the head. I continued to stroke and used my other hand to take a small taste of it to my mouth. It was slightly salty but not too bad - there was no way back for me at this point. From the TV I heard a man's voice say, "Come on, suck it!" Blake's breathing was getting heavier and faster. I got off the couch and spread his legs so I could kneel between them for better access. I grabbed his boxers and slid them down so I could get at all of him. I started to stroke him again with my left hand and ran my other through his light brown hairs and down to his huge balls, taking them into my hand and rubbing his sack ever so lightly.

I steadied his twitching shaft in my hand and leaned forward slowly. Blake squirmed slightly from anticipation. I reached out my tongue and licked at the base of his rod, then all the way up the underside of his cock to the head and took the head between my lips, pushing my tongue out against his shaft. It didn't seem to have a strong taste and certainly not a bad one, so I took it further into my mouth and began to try for it all. It took me awhile to get used to it, but I slowly began to pump his shaft, moving down and running my tongue along it then up the head, sucking on it gently before going down again. I stopped to take his cock in hand and simply lick it over, base to tip. He was moaning steadily and getting louder with every lick.

I began to stroke his cock again and leaned down to lick at his balls. I tried to take them into my mouth, sucking and licking at his sack. I heard him mumble something incoherently and I knew that it wouldn't last much longer. I took his balls in my hand and pulled slightly at them as I took his cock back in my mouth. I pumped it a few more times before I felt his fingers in my hair and his balls drawing in. I pulled off and licked right a the underside of the head, the most sensitive spot, and then sucked it in as he fired his first shot. His cock twitched wildly as cum filled my mouth. I tried to keep the pulsing head in my mouth as more and more came. I had trouble swallowing it all and had to come off and stroke him through the rest of it. He seemed to be hyperventilating. His eyes were still closed and his chest was heaving. His cock was beginning to soften a bit but it was still hard enough and I took it in my mouth to lick off what I'd missed. It was a minute or two before it was soft again and I took it out of my mouth. I stared up at him, worried that I'd screwed up bad. My thoughts were drawn to my own cock though, which was still hard and throbbing.

I sat on the couch next to him and took my cock in hand, jerking it off quickly. I arched my back and closed my eyes, feeling my cum fast approaching. Just as I was firing my first load, I felt Blake's hand on my shaft, warm and sweaty. He pumped my rod as I fired my load up onto my chest and over his hand. He kept stroking my cock even after both our loads were gone.

It was about an hour before either of us spoke, and the movie had long since ended. I felt incredibly guilty - I thought for sure our friendship was ruined.

"Shit man, I'm sorry... oh my god, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..."

He looked at me with those brown eyes. "It's okay dude, that was... that was awesome. I just... uh... it's okay man."

I just nodded slowly.

We ended up laying there for quite some time before I got back into my boxers and slipped upstairs quietly to get a towel. When I came down we cleaned up and he got back into his boxers and khakis. Exhausted, we both went to sleep shortly after.

The next morning we just chilled like always. I didn't really think about what had happened again until after he left. Ever since then we've jerked off together a lot but nothing else ever "happened". I'm pretty sure Blake's still straight - things like that don't just change. I often still wish he was gay but I guess I'm still more then satisfied. It hasn't affected our friendship and I certainly got some fun out of it, then and on my own later. Regardless, I'm incredibly happy to have a friend like Blake.