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This is the warning. You know, that bit about where I say that you should be an adult and it should be legal where you are and you should want to read stories about gay stuff. And now you read all that when and realise you're 14, sitting in a country where porn has been outlawed and your straight, but you think: "what the hell I'm going to read it anyway." Thought you'd recognise it. Anyway, I've warned you that you shouldn't really go past this point if you fall into any of the above categories so no one can say I didn't try.
I think that the warning might end up being longer than the actually story. Anyway, this is a short one and it's for my mate Louis. Yeah, that's you. The Canadian one. Enjoy it.
Straight Mate
The room was totally dark as I lay there listening to the sound coming from the room next door. I could hear the creaking of bed springs and the headboard hitting the wall with every hard thrust he made. The two of them were groaning loudly, even their breathing was definitely audible around the otherwise quiet hotel.
I closed my eyes tight as my hand crept under the sheet reaching for my cock as it began to come to life. In my mind I could see him thrusting in and out. Hot beads of sweat running down his face, his strong neck and all down his masculine body. From behind I could see his tight ass pounding away, forcing his huge dick in and out of the willing hole before him. With his legs parted a little, I could see his balls. Hanging freely in their hairy sack, gently hitting the flesh in front with every movement forward. And I could see his cock. Just briefly, every few seconds as he withdrew it slightly, stretching that hole with it's width. Stimulating it with his hairy shaft. Holding it outside that hole, lingering, teasingly close before ploughing it all the way back inside.
With one hand I grasped my rock hard shaft and started to rub myself backwards and forwards. With the other I started pinching my nipples and rubbing over my chest. All the time my head was spinning with the noise from the room next door as it got louder and louder as the two lovers started to reach their climax. With one huge slam of the headboard on the wall just behind me, loud enough to startle me, I heard an almost animal like grunt from him. At the same time, my hand pulled down in mid-stroke. My body went ridged as I could feel my balls tighten up against my body. Frozen for what seemed like hours, I lay there, basking in the warm glow that seemed to be centred around my heavy balls. I could feel my dick start to twitch in my firm grasp and the warm wetness of my cum starting to spray up, covering my chest.
This was becoming something of a habit. Me and the rest of the guys in the university swim team went all over the country and in every single hotel I seemed to leave my mark on the bed sheets. It was difficult not to though. The talk between the guys on the team when we weren't swimming seemed to be all about sex. In the evening's we'd go out and I'd watch them, my mates, chatting up one girl after the other. Coaxing her back to the hotel. Each one trying to outdo the other in terms of numbers had between the sheets. I joined in of course, but I never went all the way. I left that to my roommate, Paul.
Paul was and still is, my best mate. We'd been friends for almost forever. On the school's swim team together too, we went to the same university and ended up on their team together as well. No matter where we went, me and Paul always shared a room. It's was when we were about 17 that things started to become a little difficult for me, always being with Paul whenever we were away at a swim meet. From that day onwards, things have just been harder and harder. I see him naked or at least near naked just about everyday of the week. When we're in our room together, I see him in exactly the same state, but without any of our other friends there to keep my mind off his body. And now I'm laying here, covered in cum and listening to him lay some bitch he picked up in the bar downstairs.
What would you do in that situation? Do you laugh or do you cry? Laugh because it's so ridiculous, the guy is clearly straight and here you are condemned to a night of sleeping in your own mess. Or cry because he's so gorgeous but you don't have a hope of getting him in anything like the situation he is in now on the other side of that wall. In the end I did neither. I just slept.
It must have been at least a few hours later I was woken up by the sound of the door being closed and footsteps walking across the room. I stayed where I was and didn't move. I could feel that my chest was covered in a layer of drying cum and I didn't want to have to explain that one to Paul now.
I opened an eye, I hoped that Paul wouldn't notice me awake. The only light in the room was that of the street lamps outside the window and the moon I suppose. It wasn't very much, but I could at least make out a little more than just shadows. Paul walked in between the two beds. He whispered my name, checking to see if I was awake. I didn't reply. He was wearing only his jeans. I saw him throw his T-shirt on the floor, next to where I had left my clothes earlier on when I went to bed. He kicked off his trainers as his hands reached for the buckle on his belt.
Seeing Paul stripping just inches away from where I was laying was starting to get me worked up again. I could feel my dick start to rise once again. I longed to grab hold of it and give it a couple of tugs, but there was no way I could have done it without Paul noticing and there was no way I wanted to endanger seeing the rest of his strip show, even if was only going to be for a moment.
He parted the ends of the strip of leather and started to pop open the silver buttons on his jeans. The light seemed to glint off each one and as it passed through the thick denim material, it the gentle sound sent a shiver up my spine. He parted his jeans for a second as he took his watch off and laid it down on the small table in between our two beds. That gave me a chance to eye up that luscious basket, encased by the brilliant white cotton of his Jockeys boxer briefs. Involuntarily, I licked my lips as I saw Paul's hands moved back to his jeans as he began to move them down his legs.
Like the rest of us on the team, Paul didn't bother shaving his body hair. We didn't see much point. We pretty much managed to win without going to extreme lengths to do it. And man was Paul hairy! Well, his bottom half was anyway. It was a bit weird, his chest was totally smooth as was the whole of his upper body, except for a sparse patch of really light hair under each of his ample arms. But his legs, his ass and all around his crotch was covered in a thick layer of the same light coloured hair. I'd been watching him since we first had to take a shower after gym at school. It was sort of an extra-curricular project for me!
Paul let the jeans slip to the floor before stepping out of them. His legs were like the rest of his body, firm, lean and tanned. And there he was before me. Literally just a few inches away from my face dressed in only his underwear that bulged almost obscenely at the front. I froze as he whispered my name again, sure for a moment that he'd caught me eyeing him up. Then my nose filled with the strong scent of my friend as he leant over and started going through his bag that he always kept by the side of his bed. I saw him take something out, but I couldn't make out what it was in the light.
I continued to watch fascinated by what he was doing. Well, mostly I was fascinated by the bulge in the front of his underwear. I was almost certain that I could make out the outline of his cock as it rested on top of his balls. It was probably just my imagination though I thought as my cock twitched again to let me know he was up for some action when I was ready. Paul sat down on the edge of his bed and set down whatever the thing was he'd taken out of his bag on the table. As he put it down I wondered if it was some papers or something. Then he turned on the side light, but quickly twisted it away from me so as not to wake me up I suppose. Suddenly, his bed and Paul on it were illuminated and I had a much better view! He picked up the paper's that he had just taken out of his bag. I could tell that it was a magazine. Paul flipped to the back of the magazine. I could see the front page. I could make out the title: 'Playboy'.
Well at that little revelation, my cock surged forward to it's full 7.5 inches. I could feel my heart race inside my chest as I realised that Paul had been checking to see if I was asleep so that he could have an encore to his encounter next door. My mouth went dry as Paul began to turn the pages of the magazine. He stopped periodically and just stirred at the page in front of him. My mouth dropped as more than once I saw Paul move a hand down to his boxer short covered crotch and appear to massage the beast that lay underneath.
A few more turns of the pages, a couple more gropes and I didn't stand a chance. I had to touch my dick. I had to get a feel of my own tool at least. I needed another release from this amazingly horny sight in front of me. I could feel the precum leaking out of the tip and running in little rivulets down my shaft. Slicking me up once again as if I had no choice but to get hold of it and go for it. I moved. Swiftly, hoping that I might just get away with it, no matter how slim the chance. My fingers made contact with my hard shaft. Mentally anyway, I breathed a sigh of relief just to have a hand on my engorged member. For a couple of seconds I thought I'd got away with it.
"Sorry mate, did I wake you up?" I heard Paul say.
My whole body froze and I swallowed hard. I opened my eyes, doing my best to pretend to be just waking up from a deep sleep. I never was much of an actor. But I tried anyway: "It's ok mate, I'd only just drifted off anyway." I said as I opened my eyes to look at him. I saw Paul just calmly put the magazine over his crotch, hiding that basket from my gaze.
"What you up to?" I asked, like I didn't already know. I didn't realise it then, but I'm sure that subconsciously, my mind was putting me in a position to act on my animal instincts -- basically to have sex with my best mate -- should the opportunity present itself.
"Nothing." He said, if a little bashfully, but with a huge shit eating grin extending from one side of his face to the other. "It's just that the girl in the room next door was only into doing it once and she wouldn't even give me a blow job." He stated as he held up the magazine showing me the front of it once again.
"At least you managed to find someone to do it once with..." I said, my voice trailing off as I realised I might be getting a little close to the mark.
Paul just sort of laughed a little. "I suppose that's true." He admitted. It went quite for a moment. I didn't know what to say next. I don't think Paul did either. "Hey, do you want to have a look?"
At that point I seem to recall my mind doing somersaults and racing with all kinds of ideas about what he meant and what I should do. Thankfully, he qualified his invitation: "At the magazine I mean."
"Yeah, of course the magazine." I answered. Well, I thought to myself, I suppose I'd better come clean. "Well, I'm not really, errrrr, not really decent. You know?" I replied, hoping beyond hope that he would get what I meant without me having to explain it in excruciatingly embarrassing detail, whilst at the same time hoping that I hadn't just blown my chances.
Thankfully, Paul knew what I meant. He giggled again and said, "You just haul yourself and that stiffy of yours over here and give it something to get stiff over." He told me, as he moved over on his bed and patting the side of it, indicating that I should go and sit next to him.
Don't tell me that you would refuse if placed in the same situation. Well, I definitely didn't anyway. I licked my lips, swallowed hard, sent up a little prayer to make sure I was doing the right thing. Not that I ever get an answer. So I made my own mind up and pulled by the bed sheet. I hauled myself out of the bed, making a vein attempt to hide my still painfully hard erection as I leaped over and onto Paul's bed. It was only a single, so we were pretty close together. Close enough for me to feel his body heat. Close enough to smell the faint scent of his aftershave, just starting to wear off now.
I watched as Paul sort of looked me up and down. He'd never looked at me like that before. Then again, I'd never actually been naked and stiff as anything laying next to him on a bed before. He handed me the dirty magazine as he said, "Fair's, fair." With that he reached down and in one fluid movement, raised his ass up off the bed and pulled his boxer shorts down and right the way off. He threw them onto the pile on the floor and I was left just looking at his cock.
Paul's dick was definitely half hard. I've never seen him that big before. It must have been about five inches long at that point. And, fuck, this thing was fat. Must have been at least three inches round and the guy wasn't even hard yet. His shaft was covered in hairs about half way up. He kept his bush pretty trim, we'd all had a laugh about that in the showers when he'd first done it. Paul didn't mind getting so much intermit attention, I didn't think anything of it then, but now... His thick prick was being cushioned by his big balls. I'd noticed right from the start, when we were about 14 that Paul had balls much bigger than you would think. They hung down loosely in his sack, itself covered by a layer of hair.
In that brief glance down, just while he was pulling his shorts off, I tried to memorise as much as possible Even if this was only to be a mutual wank between the two of us, just two horny guys getting their rocks off and no more, I was determined I would have a mental record to play back forever.
He took hold of the magazine again and held it up in front of us. I sort of had to lean over to get a look at the pictures. Not that I've ever been interested in any of the pictures in 'Playboy', but I had to keep the act up. Paul must have thought I was strained. He reached an arm over my shoulders so that the pages were now straight in the middle of the two of us. Each time he flipped one, he would have to pull my head slightly closer towards him. This was definitely turning out to be more than I had ever dared imagine. I was sure he'd be able to feel my heart pounding.
With each page that was turned I sneaked a peak down between Paul's legs. Sure enough his five inch, semi hard dick, was getting bigger and hard with each picture and each article that we looked at. By the time we reached the centre fold, Paul was at least as hard as I was and a good deal thicker. A small moan escaped his lips as he studied in detail the picture in front of him. So near, so very, very near. Our naked sides were almost touching we were that close. I had a hand resting along my leg, no more than an inch or two away from Paul's cock.
Shit, I'd just been caught. I'd spent too long looking at Paul's dick and not enough time looking at the page in front of me. When I looked back up, Paul's eyes stirred directly into mine. If a doctor had taken my blood pressure there and then, I think I would have been laying in a hospital bed. I went to say something, anything that would get me out of the hole I was in now. I had been caught eyeing up the dick of my best, straight, mate. What do you say?
My lips parted, about to speak. He threw the magazine down on to the floor beside the bed. Shit, this was it, I'd got myself into a fight. One last chance to say something. His faced closed right up in on mine. I could feel his breath. He was going to scream really loudly at me... He grabbed my bottom lip with his own and pushed his tongue all the way into my mouth.
It was two minutes past three on the morning of Sunday the eighth of May. And my best friend had just wedged his tongue down my throat. I could so easily have passed out there and then. I didn't. I just lay there, stunned. Paul lifted his face away from mine and looked at me. I just stirred back at him and smiled. Paul grinned back at me. He leaped across and straddled my legs. Leaning in our cocks touched. It was like fireworks going off all over my body. I could feel the throbbing head of his cut dick against my own. Our precum mingled together straight from the source. He took hold of my head and I wrapped my hands around his back, pulling our bodies together and we kissed again.
Long and rough. Our stubbly faces ground against each other as our lips meshed in a hot wet kiss. Our tongues darted from my mouth to his and back again. Tickling, licking, flicking at each other's lips, fighting against each other, swaying from one mouth to the next. Paul tongued me hard. Forcing himself what seemed like half way down his throat as he began to rub himself up against me hard.
I could feel his dick pressing against the side of my own as he rubbed. Our precum leaked between both of our bodies, acting as a lubrication. His cock was so big, so hard, I could almost feel it digging into my skin. I could feel his balls resting on mine. Squeezing together, the hairy softness. I reached a hand down and took hold of his ass. Hairy and inviting. Sweat seemed to be pouring down his crack. I managed to feel up between our legs as he continued rubbing. My finger tips played with our balls, alternating between his nuts and mine. Rolling them around in my fingers. Separately each one and then all together at the same time.
Then I remembered what Paul had said earlier. I opened my eyes to see his looking straight into mine. They were slightly glazed over, like there was nothing else he would rather be doing right now. My whole body appeared to explode into a feeling of hot passionate lust for this guy. He'd not go a blow job off the slut next door. If that's what he wanted, I was going to make sure he never wanted it from a girl again.
Taking hold of his head, I pulled him off me and smiled at him. He licked his lips and looked down between our two bodies, at our dicks pushing together and the mix of sweat and precum that lay between us. He looked back up at me again and smiled, as if to say that we were doing a good job. I kissed him again on the lips and rolled him off me, spreading him out on the bed.
I took hold of his dick in my hand for the first time. He let out a loud satisfied moan as I felt the rough skin of his fat, hairy shaft. I got on top of him and sucked on his neck for a moment, making sure to leave my mark. That would be interesting watching him explain that one when he got into the pool in the morning. Paul through his arms upwards and I lightly tongued around the sweaty hair of his armpits. Not something I'd ever thought about doing before, but in case this was a dream, I'd decided I was going to do everything.
My tongue trailed up and down his body. I paid close attention to his nipples. I suck and pinched at them with my lips. I cold feel their hardness in my mouth as my tongue swirled around and around making Paul writhe with the pleasure of it. I left his chest totally wet, covered in sweat and my saliva. I sat up so that I was sitting on his chest. Paul just continued looking at me, that smile never once left his face. He was enjoying this more than anything else he had ever done before. I took hold of my cock, still leaking loads and loads of precum. I went to each of his nipples and rubbed the top of my dick over each one. We both shouted out at the feeling of this new movement. I could feel the hardness of his nipples against the ultra sensitive head of my dick. The very tips of them sort of disappeared into my piss slit for a split second as I covered each of those love buds in my sticky clear fluid. I did each one in turn, left and right and then back again. The feeling was like nothing else I've ever tried.
I trailed my dick back down along the centre of his body until I was sitting over Paul's cock. I laid it along my hairy crack, feeling it throb and twitch as I went back to his chest and started to lick my precum off him. His head thrashed about as I swirled and licked every last bit of him clean before making my way down to his navel and darting my tongue all the way over his smooth skin. I poked around his belly button. A cute outtie he had, all smooth and tanned. As I gave him a tongue bath, my chin brushed up against the top of his dick that had just moments ago laid snugly in my hairy ass crack. The scent was too much for me and I knew it was time to get to work.
Getting right down between Paul's legs, I licked up the inside of his thighs. My tongue was met with a barrage of hair and Paul's sweet smelling sweat as he continued to wriggle around on the bed, trying to guide my tongue to which ever part of him felt like it needed the attention. But I was going to do this my way! I moved over to the other thigh, licking up all the way, swirling my tongue before starting over again. Occasionally, I would let my tongue slip down to the start of his ass crack. Paul would open his legs out wide every time, trying to get me to go deeper. But that would be for later on.
I lifted his balls and licked underneath them. If he was anything like me, this would be sending wave upon wave of sexual energy coursing through every part of his body, sending his mind in a spin. Making him think that the entire world revolved around his dick. For me and him, for tonight anyway, it did.
Next I went to his balls. Letting them drop into my mouth. I could just about manage both of them at the same time but his big hairy nut sack filled out my entire mouth. Although I did my best, swirling my tongue all the way over his hot package. It was almost as if I could feel his seed welling up inside, waiting for me to tip him so far over the edge that he would have no choice but to explode.
With all the foreplay I could think of over with, I determined now to make this the best blow job of his life. I let his balls drop out of my mouth. They hung seductively between his legs. My hand reached up and pulled Paul's throbbing member away from his stomach. A small pool of precum lay on his soft skin, all the more for me to enjoy later on I thought as I looked down at the bright red head of his dick. Cleanly circumcised, more and more precum just seemed to spill out from the tiny little hole at the end of his cock. It was running down his shaft, now all over my hand. I could see that his neatly trimmed bush was covered in a layer of the sticky stuff. My senses were being overtaken by the scent of Paul's body, his leaking cock. I moved my head closer and closer, I could hear Paul breathing deeper and deeper as he could sense me coming nearer. He must have felt my breath on the tip of his cock as he thrust his crotch forward. My lips made contact with Paul's big prick. The precum had made him so slippery, I could help but, in one go, take about four inches of it in.
Paul was so big, his cock stretched at the sides of my mouth. I could feel the few pubes that lined his shaft scraping past my lips as more and more of him sunk into my mouth. My tongue was working overtime, darting from one place to the next. Lapping up the precum that continued to flow from his slit, whilst at the same time, probing new parts of Paul's most private part. I licked all the way around where the shaft of Paul's fat dick, met the head. He kicked and screamed every time I even lightly past my tongue over this most sensitive part.
There was no way I would ever have been able to fit that huge member into my mouth and down my throat without a lot more practice. So with about three quarters of Paul lodged inside me, I moved my hand up to wank the base of his cock whilst keeping up my tongue work on what I did have past my stretched lips. At the same time I put my free hand on my own cock that I could feel coming close to orgasm once again and started to tug up and down on it. Doing the same to Paul's cock as I went. My moans were stifled by Paul's giant prick in my mouth. But it felt perfect. So hot. Sweat dripped all the way over my body. My nose was filled with the scent of Paul's crotch and sex hung heavy in the air.
I pressed as much of Paul's cock into my mouth as I could. He screamed as I rammed the end of it down my throat. I could feel his balls come up to meet the base of his dick. I squeezed around him once more, feeling the thickness of his incredible dick. One more suck, one more lick, one more swirl of the tongue and that was enough. Paul started bucking, trying to force more and more of himself into my mouth as I could feel his cum start to rise up from his balls, shooting all the way along the length of his cock before spraying out and down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, taking a little more of Paul's dick into my throat as I did so, desperately trying to not let the tiniest amount of his seed escape. He moaned and thrashed even more as he felt more of his cock go into me despite him being laid prone in this highly sensitive state as his orgasm overwhelmed his entire body.
It seemed like forever, but really it was no more than half a minute as he ejaculated wave after wave of his hot sticky cum down my throat. His legs kicked out, his body rolled from side to side as he continued to fill me up. He started to settle down. Still moaning and breathing heavily though. I started to lift my head up. His dick began to soften a little and slipped out of my mouth, hitting his stomach. Covered in his own precum, cum and my saliva.
My own dick was still hard. I was frantically jerking it backwards and forwards as I got to my feet. Enjoying the sight of seeing Paul laid out before me. His body totally spent. Not for the first time that night I jumped back up on the bed and sat on his stomach. My hairy balls rested against his smooth skin. My ass was being covered in the sticky mess that had collected on Paul's stomach. He opened his eyes to see me furiously working at my cock. He reached up and touched my dick. I let go. Just one touch from my mate was all it took. I shot further, harder and longer than ever before. My cum surged forward and hit him in the face, in his hair on his chest. Ribbon after ribbon of this white cream covered every part of Paul. He lapped it up, opening his mouth, trying to get a taste.
That smile never left his face as we got into his bed. It was still there in the morning.
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There you have it then, a short one to get you in the mood I think! Hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to write to me if you did and then I can send you the URL of my site which contains all of my stories, if you haven't already visited. As for you Louis, I hope you enjoyed that one and I'll talk to you soon.