The following is a true story. Please do not copy it and claim it to be your own, as you consciously know that these events did not happen to you. Thank you for respecting that and thank you for reading my story.
I really didn't think about Kevin much at all the following day. My mind was more focused on the lecture my professor was giving, and the clients I was speaking with at the Psychology Clinic, and my thesis mentors feedback on what I had written since I had last met with him. My day was just a little too hectic to stop and consider what I would be doing at seven o'clock when Kevin got off of work.
Truly, when I had a break in my academic schedule, I would think of Tiffany. I wondered if she was thinking about me and missing me and regretting her decision to break up with me. Every now and then I would check my cell phone for a text message from her or a missed call, but I never received anything.
By five o'clock when I got home and dropped my bag to the floor, I was tired and depressed and feeling deflated after receiving a shit ton of criticism from my thesis mentor. It had not been a good day, and it got worse when I walked to my bedroom and realized that Tiffany had been there to grab all of her things.
"Fuck," I said as I took note of her clothes missing from my closet.
With a deep sigh and a thorough massage of the back of my neck, I sat down on the edge of my bed and soaked in the fact that Tiffany and I were really over. I wasn't going to kiss her again or hold her again or whisper to her again or see her face when I hit that spot inside of her again. We were through. This realization laid me back on the bed and encouraged me to close my eyes and surrender to my exhaustion.
I woke up to two loud beeps from my cell phone, indicating that I had received a text message. I was almost positive that it was Kevin, and I was right.
He wrote, "You feel up to proving me wrong?"
It was eight o'clock and my head felt heavy from the three-hour nap that I had just taken. I considered responding back to my friend, but I didn't know quite what to say so I closed my cell phone and got up. My legs unconsciously walked me to my bathroom where I shed myself of my clothes and turned on water for a shower. Once the water had gotten warm, I stepped in front of it and let my tensed up shoulders drop. As I showered and washed the days fatigue from my body, I considered Kevin's question.
Did I feel up to proving him wrong? Not really, but what else did I have to do? Correct all the things wrong with my thesis? That sounded like fun. Think about Tiffany and where she was and what she was doing? An even bigger blast. Why not go over to his place and end my two-month sex drought? Two months. Shit. There was an excellent reason right there. Sure it would be a little awkward, but then again maybe not. He didn't seem too concerned about it.
These were my thoughts, and after I had showered and toweled myself dry, I walked back to my bedroom and grabbed my cell phone.
"When do you want me to come over?" I texted him.
I was surprised by Kevin's quick response of, "You can come now."
I stared at this text message for a few seconds before breathing out and responding with, "I'll see you in a minute then."
It took me all of ten minutes to get dressed and ready. It was just Kevin, so I didn't bother to put any product in my hair or put cologne on or even take the time to consider what I would wear. I simply threw on some gray shorts and a white t-shirt with the name of my university arched across it then slipped on some flip-flops.
I cracked open a beer and had a couple cigarettes on my balcony before leaving for Kevin's; it's true that I was a little nervous. Was he going to kiss me? This idea freaked me out a little. Was he going to take control and force me out of my clothes? This also freaked me out. Was I going to hurt him? Was he going to hate it? Was he going to love it? Was I going to hate it? Was I going to love it? I didn't know, and I decided halfway through my cigarette that I shouldn't even think about it. I'd find out soon enough, I concluded.
Two gulps away from finishing my beer I got a text from Kevin that read, "..."
I grinned a little and texted back, "I'm leaving now."
And I did.
Kevin lives less than fifteen minutes from me, so the drive to his place was short and uneventful. Half a dozen stoplights, a couple right turns, a couple left turns and there is his white three-story house with his black 2003 Nissan Pathfinder parked in the driveway.
I let myself into his house with the key that I still had from when I lived with him over a year ago. I only used it when I knew he was expecting me or when I knew he didn't have some girl with him.
"Hey," I said to him, entering his living room.
"Hey," He responded simply, observing me as I sat down on the couch.
Kevin was relaxed back in his tan, leather recliner with his bare feet crossed atop the footrest and his right arm flung behind his head. He was wearing light blue denim jeans and a red t-shirt with the number 55 blown up across his chest. He looked like he had been sitting like that all day as indicated by the stubble on his face and his PlayStation remote on the floor in front of him.
"Did you go to work today?" I asked him.
"No. I took a sick day."
"You look sick," I said sarcastically.
"Yea. Head cold," He grinned, "It sucks."
"Was Michael pissed?"
Kevin frowned and shook his head, "He told me to take a couple days off and come back healthy on Friday. The restaurant is so slow during the week this time of year. Michelle and Jordan can handle it without me."
I nodded.
"Have you heard from Tiffany?" He asked me, changing the subject.
"No. She stopped by though and picked up some of her stuff while I was gone."
"Wow that's fast."
I shrugged my eyebrows in agreement then said, "Yea well, you move fast when you have another potential boyfriend lined up waiting for you."
"You say that, but it's hard to believe that Tiffany would be so quick to move on to someone else," Kevin said.
My only response to this was to shrug and run my eyes over his living room like I had never been there before.
"You two may not have worked out, but I don't think she's thinking about being with anyone else."
"She is. Believe me. She didn't say it, but she didn't have to. It was very clear. And anyway, it doesn't matter. She broke up with me, so she can date whoever she wants to. This asshole just better have 24 hours a day set aside for her that's all I have to say."
I said this dismissively, but there was an undertone of sadness in my voice and I knew Kevin could hear it. He just grinned in response to my brief rant. It was a kind of sympathetic, I'm sorry, I don't know what to say sort of a grin, and I appreciated it. There wasn't anything to say.
"Why are we talking about Tiffany anyway? Didn't I come over here to prove something to you?" I asked, getting to the point of why I was there.
I think this question kind of shocked him because his eyebrows slowly raised and he said, "Uhh... yea. You did."
I nodded, "You want me to prove it or what?"
I wanted to get this started and fast before I changed my mind or Tiffany snuck back into my head or I got anxious or I started to envision it and freak myself out. I just wanted to do it; I didn't want to talk about Tiffany or chitchat about anything.
"Listen to you trying to speed things along," Kevin laughed and the uneasiness in his tone as he said this actually made me feel a little more comfortable. It's funny how that works.
"Well, I'm just anxious to prove you wrong."
"What? That you won't be able to get hard?" He asked, expressing his disbelief in that.
"No. That you don't intimidate me," I corrected him, "I will probably get hard, but that's just because I haven't gotten laid in two months. It has nothing to do with you."
This comment from me made Kevin smile which in turn made me smile. Did I mention that he has a very contagious smile? The shape of his mouth alone is enough to make anyone instinctively smile along with him. And that coupled with his perfect teeth and full bottom lip makes for such a perfect smile. It's pretty sickening how perfect it is really; four years of braces and my teeth aren't as perfect as his. And though my lips are pretty decent, they could easily be described as modest. The best thing I have going for me in terms of my smile are the never-failing-to-be-there dimples on either side of my cheeks, and this attribute of mine annoys the hell out of me really.
"You're dimples are so adorable, Jude. You are so cute," does not do it for me when Kevin is at my side shoeing women away. I try to make up for this "cuteness" of mine by working out and maintaining a toned body. I'm not egotistical, but I work hard on my body and I am pleased with it. Kevin, however, looks like he works out daily and has never entered a gym with the intent to work out in his life. It's really sickening. A love for outdoor sports, a jog around the block a couple times a week, and a good diet and my dear friend Kevin has a body equal to mine. Asshole.
"Alright, but before we do this I want you to know that I am not okay with any kissing or anything like that," Kevin warned me.
I remember being very relieved by this. I have kissed men and enjoyed kissing men, but I didn't think that I could kiss Kevin. That would just be too weird I thought, and I was glad that he agreed.
"I'm not going to kiss you," I said then kind of laughed at the words that had just left my mouth.
"And... I'm not comfortable with doing...stuff. I'm just going to be hands off, and you can do whatever you do. You know what I mean?"
"Yea I know what you mean."
This also relieved me and gave me a better understanding of what he was after. He was like a lot of guys that I have been with. "Just suck my dick. I just want to know what it's like," or "You can put your dick in my ass but that's all," or "No kissing or 'gay shit', but everything else is fine." These guys are full of restrictions but curious about some stuff and very quick to say that they are straight. And though they make up a nice portion of the men that I have been with, I have had more sexual experiences with men who were completely open to doing whatever as long as no one found out.
Kevin leaned forward in his recliner, pushing the footrest down with his legs, then said, "Okay, so..."
"You seem a little nervous, Kevin. You sure you want to do this?" I asked him with a smart-ass tone to my voice, "Maybe you're intimidated by me, huh?"
My friend shot me a look then stood up and headed for his staircase. I sat on the couch for a moment, my eyes following him as he walked past me, then got up as well and tagged along behind him. As we climbed the steep flight of steps the only noise between us was the creaking wood below our feet. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I could sense his anxiety just in the way that he was moving and the way his hand ran along the railing of the staircase. I stared at his back and for a brief moment pictured him on his hands and knees moaning to my dick inside of him. What a baffling thought. Was that really going to happen?
As Kevin and I rounded the corner to his room, I inadvertently glanced into my old bedroom. I had slept in that room quite a bit over the course of my friendship with Kevin. When we were younger, and his house still belonged to his grandmother, that bedroom was mine even then. More often than not, though, I slept in Kevin's room; we liked to stay up and whisper to one another until we fell asleep. And occasionally when I did sleep in my own room, Kevin would open my door and climb into bed with me. Sometimes he'd want to stay up and talk and sometimes he would just get into the bed and fall asleep.
As I looked into the room, I remembered times when I would feel my bed move as Kevin laid down beside me. I'd turn my head and there he was looking at me, almost like he was asking if he could get into the bed. I'd give away some of the covers to him then roll back over and go to sleep.
I followed Kevin into his bedroom where he sat down on the foot of his bed, and before he had a chance to crack a joke and make things even more uncomfortable--like he always does when he's nervous--I walked over to him and said, "Move up on the bed a little bit."
He did as I asked and scooted up then leaned back, resting his upper body weight on his elbows. I stepped out of my flip-flops and lifted my knee to his bed then laid down beside him with my right arm propping me up in front of his crotch. I then brought my hands up to his brown, leather belt and started to unbuckle it. It was some fancy Abercrombie and Fitch pain in my ass, so I looked up at him and asked, "What's the trick to this thing?"
Kevin laughed a little and helped me out, and with a little team effort his belt was unbuckled and I could finally move on to unbuttoning his jeans. After unbuttoning the first button I noticed that he was wearing button fly jeans so I said, "Damn. Do you always make people work to get into your pants?"
I thought this would evoke a witty comment from my friend, or at least a laugh, but Kevin didn't laugh or say anything and I didn't look up at him for a response. I just focused my attention on unbuttoning each button--that was too big for the hole that I was trying to free it from--until finally I could see his green plaid boxers.
"Okay," I said to no one in particular and fished Kevin's flaccid penis from the fly of his boxers.
"You don't have to suck it or anything. We can skip all that," He announced from above me.
"It's best that you're turned on before. You'll be more relaxed and it won't hurt so much," I informed him.
"No it's okay, Jude. I'm not going to return any favors, so you don't have to..."
"Just lay back. You wanted to do this, so let me do it," I said, looking Kevin square in the eye.
He looked a little stunned by my demand and just kind of stared at me, so I said again, "Lay back," and pressed on his chest with my hand.
With a half embarrassed, half shocked expression Kevin let out a light chuckle and laid back on his bed. Once I had gotten him to surrender to me, my eyes moved to his limp dick in my hand. I gave it a few shakes then stroked it with my fingers before bending down and taking it into my mouth. For the first couple of minutes that I sucked his dick, I didn't think about much of anything--or at least I don't remember what I was thinking. It wasn't until Kevin started to get hard in my mouth that I began to really take in what I was doing. As he got harder, my mouth was forced to widen and I slowly eased back more and more on his growing length.
"Mmm," I hummed, a little overwhelmed by his size, then pulled off of his cock and let my hand take over. Kevin has a very big dick. It was by far the biggest dick that had ever slipped between my lips and it wasn't even fully erect. Fully erect his cut dick is a little over 6 inches long and a little under 7 inches in girth. He always says, "It's the Italian in me," and though he is just one fourth Italian, I am apt to agree with him.
"I told you you didn't have to suck it," Kevin said matter-of-factly as I sniffed deeply and slowly jerked his thick cock.
I ignored him and once again bent down and encouraged his dick into my mouth. I sucked him gently and slowly, just testing the waters and reminding myself what it was like to have my lips stretched around another man's cock. I took in the familiar taste and how it felt sliding in and out of my mouth, how it felt on my tongue. I took in the smell and was reminded of how responsive my dick is to this scent. I took in the rapid growth in my mouth and the thick veins making their presence known.
I started to move up and down a little quicker as my friend got harder in my mouth. I found myself really getting in to it, so I pulled off for a minute to sit up and tug at his jeans. Kevin lifted his ass and let me yank them down, freeing one leg at a time. I dropped his jeans to the floor then hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged those down as well.
"Take off your shirt," I ordered, looking up at him.
Kevin frowned a little at my bossiness and for a second he looked like he was going to object, but he lifted up and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
I rid myself of my own t-shirt to help even the score then turned my attention back to the dick below me that I had just brought to life. My heart started to beat faster with excitement, and I found myself looking forward to working Kevin's dick over--his ample mouthful a pleasing challenge for me.
I laid back down and draped my left leg over his so that I was turned into him and hovering over his cock. With my index finger I lifted his dick up and let my mouth take hold of it. God he was big. His head thicker than the rest of him and daring me to try and get it down my throat, and I would--I decided.
It had been so long since I had gone down on a guy. My favorite thing to hear used to be, "You're so fucking good at that," and then a nice string of cuss words to follow in my praise. I wondered if I could get Kevin to say something like that?
My hand took hold of his shaft and I firmly stroked it as I took my excitement out on the head of his dick. Up and down I went, twisting and rotating my lips on his cock as my hand followed closely behind. I repeated this action for a long while and as I got more comfortable, my movements quickened and I invited his head to flirt with the gateway to my throat.
"Mmm," I moaned, and a shiver of embarrassment went up my spine as this utter of satisfaction left me.
My tension was quickly eased, however, by my friend's words of, "Play with my balls."
I did as he asked and lifted my hand to his ball sack, which was smooth and hairless just like every other part of his body--with the exception of a light trim of pubic hair above his dick. Kevin prefers to be smooth he says, and he's been saying that since High School where he picked up the habit.
My hand rubbed and cupped his balls as I sucked his dick. I moved them up and down and caressed them a little roughly with no complaint from Kevin. And as he got harder and harder I started to allow my bottom teeth to barely graze across the sensitive spot below his head, which rewarded me with a nice dollop of precum and a quiet moan from above me. This was all the encouragement I needed to widen my jaw and sink lower on his cock. His head bumped the back of my throat and I immediately gagged and pulled back then sank down lower and gagged on it again.
"Shit," Kevin whispered and squirmed under me.
I gulped on his head and kept it in my throat for a split second before sliding his entire dick from mouth. I looked at it closely, glistening with my spit, and was thankful that I was not the one to be fucked that night. It wasn't the first time I had seen my friend's dick but goddamn it was the first time I had been that close to it.
"You have a huge dick. Christ," I said, admiring his thickness, then lifted up and positioned myself between his legs before bending down and taking his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him harder and moved up and down faster all the while stroking his shaft and occasionally letting his head poke at the back of my throat.
Kevin was breathing quicker above me and when I felt his hand on the back of my head, my dick jumped and I started unbuttoning my cargo shorts. With one hand I unzipped my shorts and grasped a hold of my hardening cock. I was overwhelmed with lust and dormant emotions and thoughts that I hadn't given much power to in a very long time--thoughts that had slowly trickled to occasional fantasies and gay porn downloads on my computer. I had at some point let myself dismiss the fact that the quickest and easiest way to get me going was by slipping a dick into my mouth.
"That feels good," Kevin whispered, pressing down on my head.
My body tingled when I heard this.
I dragged my tongue over his frenulum as I bobbed up and down, making him grind his ass into the mattress. And when I sensed that he was really loving my tongue, I dropped all the way down and accepted his head into my gullet and he arched his back a little. So hot, I could have blown him forever. And though my throat didn't like this deep invasion, I was stubborn and determined to get it to relax to his size.
Every man is different, but I have found that the best way to make any man go crazy is through timing and paying close attention to what makes him tick. Kevin was no different. He liked spontaneity. He liked to be surprised by my change in speed and suction. He liked not knowing when I would engulf all of him. He liked not knowing if I would use my tongue on that sweet spot under his head or would I use my teeth or my lips or my thumb? Every man loves variety, but Kevin reacted dramatically when I surprised him. If not with a quiet moan or some jerk of his body, then with a deep exhale of breath. I told myself to remember this when I fucked him later.
Without losing my focus on his dick, I dropped my hand from my own cock and moved it to his thigh where I pushed him to spread his legs apart more. He did, bending his knees slightly and letting his feet rest flat against the mattress. I then brought my hand to his balls and squeezed and massaged them a little before moving to his asshole where I lightly rubbed my fingers over and around it. This action from me moved my friend to spread his legs even more, which made my hardening dick grow even harder.
I poked at this sensitive area with two fingers, just playing with it and petting it and letting it awaken to my touch. The pace I had on Kevin's dick slowed as I tickled his ass and with a little gentle nibbling of his head I lifted completely off. With my mouth now free I kept his dick up with my hand and licked and sucked over and around his shaft. My lips dragged up and down over his protruding veins and I kissed and caressed him, worshiping his manhood. He was sooo hard, which drove me nuts and made me want his cum.
My hand left his butthole and moved upward, resting on top of his balls where I tugged and rubbed them. I trailed my lips from his cock and sank lower, licking and fondling his balls where his cum, I knew, was stirring. I turned my head to the side and lifted my eyes to Kevin and saw that he was looking down at me with his mouth open and an dazed expression on his face. This look made me tighten my grip on his dick and resume stroking him. My hand glided up and down effortlessly as my friend's precum had gotten his dick wet.
Kevin was pretty quiet with the exception of a little heavy breathing and an occasional stifled moan that would escape him. This was fine with me; his expression and subtle movements let me know that he was enjoying it.
I sucked and licked at his balls, pushing and poking them around and pulling on them a little. I breathed in his scent and instinctively grabbed a hold of my neglected dick and started jerking myself off. I was definitely losing myself, and I was aware of it but I didn't care. What had started out as a quick blowjob to get my friend warmed up for my dick, had turned into a feeling of desperation and hunger to explore his body, a man's body.
Two years. Jesus fucking Christ. That was a long time to go without feeling that ache in the pit of my stomach, and I didn't even realize this until it had returned that night.
After awhile of caressing Kevin's balls, I dipped down lower and ran my tongue over his asshole that barely peeked out from between his cheeks. My friend still remained quiet as I did this, which surprised me a little. The first time I felt a tongue on my hole I immediately started moaning and groaning and writhing to the unfamiliar feeling and so had every other man I had performed this action on.
I dropped Kevin's dick and my own dick, and brought my hands up to his ass where I spread his hole with my fingers and swiftly flicked and slithered my tongue over and around it.
"Ugnn fuuuck," Kevin moaned.
There it was.
My tongue lashed out against his muscle and without thinking I said, "You like that?"
Kevin didn't respond, he just moaned and backed his ass up against my tongue. From a distance I heard the smacking noise of his hand sliding up and down on his wet cock, which made me dig at his hole even more.
My fingers rubbed and massaged his asshole as I lapped at it and persuaded it to quiver against my tongue. My body sank down on Kevin's bed, and I laid flat on my stomach in front of his hole with my tongue relentlessly brushing and poking it. My friend wasn't so silent anymore.
"Ugh... shit... shit," He carried on and without my even asking him to, pulled his knees to his chest.
I moved forward, following his hole, and let my tongue go crazy against it for a long while before taking my tongue away and just using my lips. I kissed and sucked the winking spot between his cheeks, spreading and kneading his hole more as I hungrily adored his ass.
I pulled back a little and spat on Kevin's rosebud, erupting a deep groan from him, then leaned in and lapped at it. His hand found my head again and he intertwined his fingers in my hair and pushed me against his ass. I moaned and licked him harder and at that point I think we both kind of forgot, or stopped caring, about the foreignness of what we were doing.
The smacking noise was becoming more intense above me, so I let my hand move up to Kevin's dick where I stole it from him and felt his precum for myself. Up and down my hand went, and I got hotter between my legs with the desire to again have his cock in my mouth.
My tongue slowed on Kevin's ass and I kissed and sucked at it for a minute before licking my way up over his perineum to his balls where I again stroked at them and pushed them around with my mouth. He smelled so good--like a man, like sex, and like a faint smell of soap. I looked up at him from between his legs and witnessed his eyes openly fixed on me and though I felt a little embarrassed, I didn't look away from him.
Kevin guided my head up to his dick, letting his legs fall to either side of me, and watched as I stuck my tongue out and ran it over his shaft and the tip of his cock. I tasted his cum and was instantly greedy for more, so I got to my knees between his legs and took his cock back into my mouth. Without even building up to it, I sank down and brought his head in contact with my throat again. This sudden movement from me made Kevin kind of gasp and sigh and moan all at once. His hand stayed on my head and collected up my hair while I gulped and sucked on his dick.
My hand went to my shorts where I pushed them further down, letting them drop to my calves, then took hold of my own dick. I jerked myself off while I bobbed my head on Kevin's dick and smoothly twisted my hand up and down his shaft. Kevin was now openly moaning and writhing under me, which drove me on more and made up my mind that I wanted his cum to shoot into my mouth.
"Ohh suck my dick," He moaned.
The combination of hearing this and his hand on the back of my head, urging me on, and his incredibly hard cock in my mouth, pulsing and seeping precum, was all driving me insane. I dropped my hand from my dick for fear that I would cum, and placed it on Kevin's mattress to steady myself as I sucked his dick.
My jaw was starting to hurt, but I didn't care. My back was starting to hurt and my neck and my shoulders, but I didn't fucking care. I wanted his cum in my mouth. Jesus, it was like I had never wanted anything else in my life.
"I'm going to cum," Kevin warned me, moving his hand to my shoulder as a signal for me to stop.
I ignored this signal and instead quickened my hand on his shaft and sucked him harder as I ran my tongue over the sweet spot under his head.
"I'm going to cum right now," he said urgently, like this was my final warning.
I just moaned my encouragement and continued to work his dick over. A handful of seconds passed and Kevin inhaled deeply and shot his load into my mouth. His cum filled up my mouth and I swallowed it quickly but a large majority still dribbled down the corners of my mouth as I continued to blow him.
"Ugh! Ugh! Uggghh!" Kevin moaned, his body stiffening as he came.
My hand went to my cock and I feverishly stroked it as my friend shot his cum into my mouth. As I swallowed and moaned with him, I felt my own impending orgasm stirring in my balls. I could feel myself bubbling over and just as Kevin went limp to the end of his climax, my body became rigid and I rose up and emptied my balls onto his chest.
"Ohh shit," I whimpered as my cum shot from my cock.
Kevin panted both in shock and maybe fascination as I sprayed my seed all over him.
"Fuck," He said, looking down at himself and then over to his shoulder where I had also hit him.
I moaned and trembled to my orgasm then as it gradually subsided I shook my dick and let the last few drops plop onto Kevin's stomach.
As the sexual intensity in the room dwindled down, I scooted back from my friend and sat up on my knees in front of him. I wiped his cum from my mouth then hesitantly looked up at him to see him both frowning and smiling at the mess I had made.
"You shot your cum all over me," He stated, as if I didn't know.
"Yea," I said guiltily and kind of laughed. It was my turn to feel uncomfortable.
"Jesus," he said, "And you came a shit ton."
"So did you."
This comment from me made Kevin look up at me, and I grinned a little then climbed off of his bed.
My gray shorts dropped to the floor as I stood up, and I stepped out of them as I walked to Kevin's bathroom not far from his bed. I grabbed a towel that he had hanging beside his shower and tossed it to him before sitting down next to him.
Kevin wiped himself off in silence, and I, lacking words to speak myself, just watched him.
"You're a bit of a cock sucking slut, Jude," Kevin said finally, dropping his cum stained towel to the floor.
To my surprise, hearing this made my stomach twist, and I was sure that I was blushing through my summer tan.
"I never thought you'd find that out," I said, then pretended like his floor was more important than his eyes when he looked over at me.
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