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It had been a long day for Mike. He had just finished one of the coveted Saturday lunch shifts, a relative breeze since he wasn't the master of the restaurant domain during the crazy-busy supper rush. Plus he got the perk of getting out of the nuthouse at 8:30, which meant he and the early-out cooks and servers went out for drinks and appetizers at another restaurant. It had been a fun night since Vicki had gotten plastered off long islands (only 5) and had gone for a swim on the lady's room floor (Mike only got to see cell phone pix of the incident, but it was entertaining nonetheless). Since Vicki had to be back at work for the early prep shift and definitely needed her car to get to work, Mike had offered to drive her home in her car (purely out of the goodness of his heart...oh yeah, and because Tyler was one of Vicki's housemates).
Mike got Vicki to her house and managed to get the house-key from her fumbling hands and get her through the front door. He got her to a couch, where the smiling and giggly Vicki promptly passed out. Mike was just settling onto a comfortable sofa, when Tyler, behind him, asked "Vicki had a good night, huh?"
"Yeah, we ended up confiscating her last long island, but that was still probably one too many for her" Mike responded.
Tyler, stepping into the light of the front room, dressed in pajama pants and a tee with cut-off sleeves, looking as hot as ever.
"How was closing? Did you get busy again?" Mike inquired.
"NO, it died early. You know that hot blonde at the end of the bar when you left? I scored her number and gave her a call when I got out early to see if I could get some, but the stupid bitch has a boyfriend. What kind of a dumb slut gives out her number when she has a boyfriend?" Tyler answered.
"What a stupid skank" Mike offered. Hesistantly, he added "You know, I could help you out again if you want?"
"Hey now, I don't think we should repeat that. That was a one-time slip of judgement. I'm not gay like that" Tyler stammered.
"What!?! You owe me!" Mike responded. "A blowjob for a blowjob, compadre."
"Alright, I owe you, but giving a blowjob is not exactly up my alley" Tyler explained.
Mike responded "If you give me a blowjob, I'll let you go up my alley, which looks like the closest you are to "getting some" tonight."
The two guys were in silence for a moment as Tyler considered the offer. Tyler was standing, turning the proposition over in his head, while Mike lay on one sofa and Vicki snored on the other. Finally, Tyler caved in. "Alright, but this does not get out to anyone, okay? I don't know how I'll ever score some nookie again if it gets around that I'm screwing a guy."
"I promise, my lips are sealed" Mike assured him.
Tyler led Mike to his room, a messy den on the ground floor of the old rental house, with the floral walls papered over with band posters, a messy desk, and an even messier bed. As soon as the door closed, Mike started to unzip his khakis, his thickening cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers. He sat on the bed and unbuttoned his manager's oxford, casting it aside, then pulled down his woven boxers, letting his growing member spring to attention. Tyler, taking a deep breath, lowered him self and reached out his hand for the 7-inch cut cock that was before him.
"Yeah, that's it. You know you want to suck it" Mike encouraged. Tyler cast a look of resentment up to him, which Mike took in with amusement. Tyler leaned forward and slipped his sexy mouth around the head of Mike's dick and started to suck.
As Tyler started to get into it, Mike started playing with Tyler's tousled brown hair. The warm, moist mouth felt so good on Mike's dick. Tyler began taking more of the dick as he went and began fondling Mike's balls. Seeing the sexy, well-muscled man going to town on his dick was almost more than Mike could take. Mike stopped Tyler and pulled him off his knees and on top of him on the bed. As Tyler went on top of Mike they started to kiss passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.
They rolled over so Mike was on top, and Mike pulled away from the kiss and peeled Tyler's tee off him, revealing Tyler's smooth torso and well defined pecs (with a brown treasure trail running out of sight). Slowly, Mike worked his way down Tyler's smooth body, down to the all-too-familiar behemoth of a dick. Peachfuzz covered Tyler's balls this time as Mike sucked on each one. Mike took the monster in his mouth, having way too much fun.
After a couple minutes of bobbing his head up and down on Tyler's hot manmeat, Mike pulled his mouth off and said to Tyler, "I want you to ride my hot ass."
Mike pulled off the few remnants of clothes left and laid on his back on the bed. Tyler got off the bed, sucking a couple fingers. He slowly stuck his fingers up Mike's ass, getting it ready for his huge, dripping cock. "Go easy on me, this is my first time having a dick up there" Mike informed Tyler.
Tyler squated by the edge of the bed, as Mike rested his ankles on Tyler's broad shoulders. Slowly directing his monster cock, Tyler puched the mushroom head to Mike's tight asshole. He slowly and carefully applied some pressure, and the fuckstick pushed its way into the tight space. Tyler was only about halfway in when his dick hit Mike's pleasure button.
"Oohh" Mike moaned. "Don't stop."
Tyler slid the rest of his humungous cock in, a feat Mike could hardly believe was possible. "You're ass is so much more responsive than Kaylee's pussy! And you can actually accomodate the whole thing, unlike her" Tyler exclaimed in reference to his recent ex-girlfriend. Tyler began the old in-out movement as Mike began to stroke his own cock. Tyler moaned in pleasure and began to pick up speed. Taking Mike by surprise, Tyler leaned down, and engaged Mike in a long, wet sloppy kiss, as he gently pounded Mike's ass. Mike felt Tyler's stubble rub against his own as Tyler's tongue probed Mike's mouth and Tyler's dick probed Mike's ass.
Mike was beside himself. He could hardly believe the man of his dreams was filling his ass with his gigantic member. Tyler's chest was starting to glisten with sweat as he pumped away. Suddenly, his strokes sped up, then abruptly stopped. Mike could feel Tyler's fuckstick jerk as hot, sticky cum exploded in his ass. It was more than Mike could bear; his own dick started to spurt manjuice. Thinking quickly, Mike aimed his dick at Tyler: the first spurt landed almost perfectly across Tyler's orgasm face (eyes closed, mouth open) some of the sweet nectar landing in his open mouth; the second spurt hit Tyler's perfect pecs; and the third across Tyler's perfectly flat stomach.
Tyler pulled out and collapsed on his back next to Mike on the bed. After a moment of indulging in the sweet pleasure he had just experienced, Mike turned to Tyler and began to lick his own cum off Tyler's chest. Tyler smiled and looked down at his newfound fuckbuddy. This was going to be the start of something great.
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