Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 14:57:49 -0500
From: Tyler B. <foolin6906@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blowing Jesse

The following is a fictional story based on real people. Things have been
changed so as to protect myself. If you're underage, don't read it, yada
yada. Please e-mail me with feedback as it asks at the end. Enjoy!

The first time I met Jesse was at the bar. It was a weird deja vu moment.
He was friends with a lot of the people I was friends with but I'd never
met him. Finally I figured out where it came from- I had seen his FB page
before as a "suggested friend", and he had also dated a girl I used to go
to school with.  What I neglected to mention was I was formally introduced
was that I had creeped his page as well. He was fuckin hot! But it wasn't
until I met him in person that I realized just how hot he was.

I ran into him at our bar several more times after that. He was a really
nice guy, not a jerk or anything.  He was also very buff. Even if I hadn't
seen his shirtless pics it was pretty obvious by how tight his American
eagle shirts were. He had a smallish rounded face, with most of his facial
features sized to fit. He had short cut dark blond hair, sometimes longer
on top, sometimes buzzed all around. He had piercing blue eyes. He was a
little shorter than me at probably around 5 foot six and a half inches. He
probably weighed about 180 or so, but it was solid muscle.  Whenever we
would run into him at the bar I would always steal glances at him but never
got much.

One evening he showed up while we were there he ended up hanging at our
table most of the night. I got pretty drunk as the night went on and I felt
the urge to make a move, but I never though he'd go that way, and that he'd
beat my ass if I did.  Not being a really strong guy, it wasn't worth the
risk.  Not to mention, I'm not really out, so it could have had a lot of
backlash.

Later in the evening I excused myself to use the bathroom. There was a
short wait but soon I was in and found myself alone. There were only two
urinals, I chose the one on the right in the corner. I unzipped when
someone walked in, and I realized it was Jesse. He stood next to me and
also unzipped. I had to fight not to look, but I stole a couple quick
glances anyway. He was kinda facing towards me, but I couldn't see
anything, so I stopped trying. As I continued relieving myself, I realized
he wasn't going. I looked over at him only to find him looking back at me,
eye to eye. OK, that made me nervous. I decided to make light of it.

"Pee shy?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Just a little," he said with a sheepish grin. I noticed now though that he
was looking down at my crotch, but he couldn't have seen anything. I
ignored it. "Well I'm almost finished, unless you want a hand." I chuckled
again. Did I really just say that? Well at least it was in a joking manor.
He zipped back up and turned facing me, leaving his belt undone. "Sure, I
know you're dying to give me one." I paused. What?  Fuck. Had I been that
obvious? I really thought I was gonna get a beat down now. I was still
pissing and couldn't go anywhere. He walked up to me and placed his right
arm around my shoulder. He straddled my left leg which was out some so that
I could keep balance, pressing his junk against my leg.

He leaned in to my ear and said lowly, "I seen the way you keep looking at
me."

By now I had finished with my leak and began fumbling with my pants. I
managed to get them buttoned but that was about it.  He leaned in closer if
it was possible, pressing is cock against my leg harder and whispered,
"Meet me at my car in five minutes, I'm behind the tanning salon."  With
that he reached his left hand down and grabbed my zipper with his
forefinger and thumb and pulled it up, his three remaining fingers grazing
my cock inside my jeans behind it. I instantly started getting hard. He
stepped away from me and buckled his jeans, and I did the same to myself,
and he turned and walked away, looking over his shoulder and giving me a
smile as he did so.

I was floored. Did I really just get hit on and groped by this supposedly
straight hot guy? Maybe it was the alcohol in him talking. Maybe he was
setting me up. I walked back to the table and he was there acting like
nothing had happened, but after a minute he commented on needing something
from his car and he went out side. I guess he was serious in some way. I
decided to find out. I let a few moments go by and commented that I needed
some fresh air, and headed outside myself. Everyone else was just paying
attention to each other. I walked out the door into the parking lot, which
was adjacent to the building. At the other end was a small tanning salon
which bar patrons often parked at when it was busy in a small lot on the
other side of the building.

I made my way across the lot and around around the salon to the smaller lot
which was between the salon and the car repair shop net to it. Very private
actually. There were three or four cars parked there, and I saw Jesse
leaning up against the car farthest in the back, his belt unbuckled once
again. He stood there with his arms crossed, a smile on his face. Not so
much a cocky smirk like you might think, but a pleased grin. "I wasn't sure
if you'd come," he said as I approached him, unfolding his arms. "Yeah I
wasn't...either," I managed out. "How are you so sure I'm not gonna beat
you up for being a fag?" he asked as he took a step towards me. We were now
only a few feet apart. I stopped.

"I-I guess I don't," I managed out.

I'm sure the look on my face was terror.  He smiled again. "Don't worry, I
won't," he said. He closed the distance between us and put his face very
close to mine. Looking up slightly at my five foot nine inch frame, he
continued his beaming smile. "You have nothing to worry about, promise," he
said. He was so close I thought he was going to kiss me. "I knew you were
gay as soon as I met you," he said. He suddenly placed his hands on my
waist and ran them down a bit to my ass. I jumped a bit from the unexpected
move. "Whoa, relax," he said. "I see the way you look at me with those
hungry eyes. If you took your eyes off my chest or cock long enough to look
me in the face you'd see me doing the same thing."

"Really?" I asked. I was surprised.

"Yeah," he said, sliding his hands further down my legs to just under my
ass. "But I thought you were straight? I mean you've had girlfriends and
everything." "Yeah, but there are often times I like to just be with a
man," he said, looking down at my chest. He pulled his hands up and went
over it once. "Shall we?" he said, motioning towards the car. "Its a bit
cold out here." He turned around and opened the rear door, and motioned for
me to get around the other side, and I did. As I climbed in, Jesse was
already inside, splayed out like he knew full well what he wanted. He
leaned his back up against the door facing me, with one leg down on the
floor and the other across the back seat. I had to sit forward so as not to
sit on his leg.

"Well, what do you want to do?" he asked looking at me, one arm laid out of
the door, the other along the back of the seat. "I don't uh...know," I
said, still nervous that at any moment another one of my friends was gonna
pop in and go gotcha! I looked over his body. Down his tight, muscled chest
to his slightly too small light colored jeans. They were nice and tight on
his crotch, but also showed very little of what lay inside. They showed a
bit of a bulge when he walked but now due to the tent shape they showed
next to nothing. His belt was still undone.

"Well, I'll just say this. You can do whatever you're comfortable with,
it's all fine by me. If you don't even want to do anything other than talk,
that's OK too, but I have a feeling you want to do more than that." I still
hadn't taken my eyes off the crotch of his jeans. He ran his hand over it
and held it there, rubbing a bit but not too much. I saw a bit of a bulge
in the bottom of the area, and figured he must have been starting to get
hard. I placed my hand on his leg near the upper shin, and slowly ran it up
towards his torso. Over the knee cap onto his thick, muscled thighs. I
began to lean over the seat and move closer to him and my hand got closer
to its destination. He took his hand away, placing it back along the
windowsill of the car.

My hand reached where the pant leg joined, but grazed from his thigh to his
waist, not going over where his cock lay. I pushed up his shirt to expose
his stomach. He didn't have a six pack, but rather the thick stomach that
body builders have that would look like fat to the untrained eye. I pushed
his shirt up further, eager to feel his meaty pecs. He pulled his shirt up
and held it with his chin, exposing his whole upper body. It was gorgeous.
I leaned forward and began to lick his chest, playing with his nipples. I
licked them with my tongue and bit them lightly, moving my hands from his
chest to his knees and one quick swoosh that never left his body.

He shivered lightly as I played with his nipples quickly before moving my
tongue down his chest to his navel, which I flicked with my tongue lightly.
He inhaled sharply as I slowly moved my mouth down where his treasure trail
would be if he had body hair. I pulled my right hand, which was down on his
leg that was sprawled across the seat, up to my face, which was now just
above the golden prize I wanted so badly, slowly running it over the crotch
of his jeans. I reached down and cupped where I saw a slight bulge and felt
his cock slightly, but they were stretched so much that I couldn't get any
kind of an idea for what lay ahead of me.

I pulled my other hand up and began to undo the button on his jeans with
both hands, and I began to wonder just how well equipped he was. I wondered
if he took steroids and if he showed any signs of it just below my fumbling
hands. He certainly looked like he could take them, and I quickly thought
of how disappointing it would be to find that he was small, or had a nice
tool but a small pair of boys to hang with it. Not that I'm a size queen, I
just would hate for things to look mismatched.

I got the button undone finally, and slowly pulled the zipper down.
Spreading the flaps apart, I could see that he was wearing a pair of red
American Eagle boxers with white polka dots. This kid was a billboard for
them. The slit on the boxers showed just a few inches before the fly on the
jeans ended. It was pushed apart, but all I could see was some very short
pubic hair he obviously kept well trimmed. I sat up a little and placed my
right hand on the label of the boxers, running two of my fingers down to
the slit of the fabric and across his groin. I leaned on to my right side a
bit for a better angle and slid my hand inside.

It slowly made its journey south about another inch or so before finding
their destination, and find it did.  My hand, palm open, slid across a very
thick, gorged cock. I stuck my hand in further, now down the the wrist,
running it over the shaft which ran between his legs and down toward his
ass. I wrapped my hand around it, and I knew he was big. I pulled my hand
to the base and began to pull it toward the open slit above the zipper of
the jeans.

Jesse sat him self up a bit and pushed his jeans down a little to make more
room for his cock to come out, and as it turned out, it was quite
necessary. I pulled his semi-erect cock back further and further, and
finally the head popped out with the rest of the shaft. "Oh y God," I
murmured as his massive cock lay in front of me. Jesse chuckled again. My
hand still wrapped around it, it lay across the fly of his jeans past the
bottom of the zipper. It was on my favorite state; full of blood, but not
full erect. "How-how big is it?" I asked as I slowly began to pump it.  He
smiled again. "8.5" fully hard."

And a thick eight and a half inches it was, my god. I continued working his
cock, getting him to full mast.  I leaned forward and put the tip to my
mouth, licking it. He closed his eyes and held his breath as I took it into
my mouth. At first I just worked the head, slowly working my way down his
massive cock, and soon I was taking nearly the entire thing down. I braced
my left hand on his leg, alternating my right from the base of his cock to
his other knee every so often, to rubbing on his stomach or nipples, then
back again.

I pulled down on his jeans a bit, fully exposing his boxers now. It was
getting a bit cramped in the back seat, but I wanted to see his balls. When
I give head, its about the whole package, not just the cock. I slid his
boxer leg up with my right hand and slid my hand inside and took hold of
his balls. Well, ball. I was excited to find they matched the member. I
massaged them with my hand, pulling one out through his boxer leg. I pulled
my mouth from his cock and turned it to his testicle, stroking his cock
with my hand using my spit as lube while I turned my attention elsewhere
for a minute. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it. He tensed up a bit,
a moan escaping his lips. I continued this for a minute before returning to
the behemoth.

I resumed sucking on his cock, my right hand still alternating between
several different places. I was able to get most of it into my mouth
now. He began to moan and groan now, a little more with each bob onto the
cock. He began to slide with me, bucking his hips to the motions I was
making. He leaned forward some, and began to rub my cock through my jeans,
which was rock hard, straining inside my pants. With just one hand he undid
the zipper and reached inside, grabbing hold of my cock. That alone almost
sent me over the edge. Unlike him however I was wearing boxer briefs, so I
wasn't able to slide my cock out for him, but that didn't stop him.  He
reached up and pulled the waistband of y underwear down and pulled my cock
out and stroked it. All the while this was going on I was still sucking
him, starting to pick up the pace. He noticed, as his body moved quicker
with me as well.

I knew at that point I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his cock inside
me. But I wasn't sure how that would work. Maybe he had an idea. "I want
you...to fuck me," I said between slurps. "I don't think we have time," he
said.

"Plus, unless you have a rubber and lube, I got nothin." Damn it.

"Me neither," I managed out. "Look, finish this and I promise I'll make it
worth your while," he said. He too was getting to be out of breath a bit. I
nodded my head yes as best I could with such a tube steak in my mouth and
continued.

He continued stroking my meat for a few more minutes, but then he took his
hand and placed it on the top of my head. I looked up at him with my eyes
as if to say, "You gonna finish?" He nodded his head back yes. "You want my
load?" he said quietly. I nodded yes. Suddenly, both his hands were on my
head, one on either side, and he began to thrust into my mouth harder.
Using his hands, he began to push my head up and down. It was at this point
that I knew I was no longer in control. I wasn't blowing him now, he was
fucking my face.

And fuck my face he did. He began thrusting into me very hard, shoving my
head down, pretty soon I was taking his entire cock. I don't know how to be
perfectly honest. He began to moan hard with each thrust. He began to space
his thrusts out more, I knew he had to be coming soon. He stopped pushing
my head down, using only his hips as the power force to shove himself down
my throat. He let out a very loud moan that was close to a scream, and I
felt his cock tense in my mouth. He pulled back slightly, leaving a little
less than half his shaft in my mouth. I quickly reached up with my hand and
grabbed it by the base, and went down a bit more. He pulled one hand away
from my head, putting the other back on top.

"Uhhhhnnnn!" he let out as he pushed into my mouth once more before pulling
back out a little. His cock tensed again, and I felt an explosion inside my
mouth. I felt his cock flex with each volley of cum. I had to swallow as I
went to keep up. I looked up at him with my eyes to see his head laid back,
eyes closed, grunting and panting with each release. It was probably the
best tasting cum I had ever had, and I savored every drop of it.  Finally
he stopped shooting into my mouth, and he released his grasp on my head. I
sat up, wiping away the mix of spit and cum from my mouth. He was still
sitting with his head back, panting, but his eyes were open now. Finally he
picked his head up and looked at me.

"Give me your phone," he said with heavy breaths. I fumbled around my jeans
pockets and pulled I out. He took it from me and typed something into it
and then gave it back.  "For a blow job like that, you can text me for a
booty call anytime and I'll be there, I don't care if I'm at work or what."
I smiled and put it back, realizing my pants were still undone and my cock
still out. Jesse moved his leg so that they were both on the floor now and
I could sit properly. Realizing it wasn't about to be reciprocated, I began
to get my clothes back in order, while he continued to sit there, pants
undone, his deflating cock still hanging out. He looked over at me getting
myself back together.  "Besides, I owe you one now." he leaned over towards
me and put his face in mine, and kissed me. I was a bit surprised at first
but then I kissed him back, our tongues dancing, and he got a small taste
of the massive load.

"Mmmm," he said as he broke the kiss. It was probably the most sensual kiss
I'd ever had with a man before. "Love that taste," he said, smiling once
again. He grabbed my raging cock through my jeans, stroking it a bit. His
smile broke into a small chuckle as he stroked my cock, and I ran my hands
over his huge biceps as he was leaned towards me. He was so built and
strong.  "I think we should head back in before anyone gets suspicious." He
said. "yeah..."escaped my lips, but I didn't want to go inside. I wanted to
keep going with him. But he was right.  I exited he car and walked around
to his side, where he was standing with his pants still undone. I stood in
front of him as he stuffed his still semi inflated cock back into his pants
before fixing everything back up, so as to block the view of anyone who
might see, though we were fine.

"Damn," I said pointing at the car as he buckled his belt. He turned around
and looked, and saw that all the windows were very fogged up. He turned
back to me and began to laugh. "Whoops," was all he said. We walked back to
the bar, he placed his arm around my shoulders again. "I mean what I said
about texting me," he said as we walked back. "Anytime." I looked at him.
"Tomorrow?" I said with a sly grin. "It's a date."



Thanks for reading guys, I appreciate any and all feed back on this. The
more positive feedback I receive the more likely I am to continue writing
soon. I'm really not sure where I want to take this story, I'm open to the
idea of putting these two into a relationship, or keeping it a purely FWB
type of thing as well. Also please check out and give feedback for my other
stories, Racing Adrenaline and My Little Soldier extension under adult
friends, Cue Stick under High School, Paid In Full under Encounters and
Moonlight Confessions under either adult friends or beginnings.