Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2012 16:47:22 -0800
From: Norbert Penn <norbertpenn@gmail.com>
Subject: Change of Plans Part I

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This is my first attempt to author a story, so I started it out to see
if there is any interest for me to go further (otherwise it is easier
just to file it in my mind and enjoy when I'm alone).  All feedback is
appreciated, but please keep the context of all correspondence related
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Change of Plans - Part I


What happened that night really wasn't planned at all.  I wasn't
supposed to even be in town, but there I was, staring at my beefy stud
of a roommate and thinking to myself that he looked so lickable...

Sorry, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.  You see, this weekend was
supposed to a blast.  I had planned to go to New York with my best
friend so that we could have a 3 day weekend of non-stop party time.
You know, sleeping most of the day, going out drinking at pubs and
clubs in the evening and then finding lots of girls to try and fuck
all night.  I had broken up with my girlfriend of two years just a
month back, and this was supposed to be my `cleansing', or so Jacob
had told me. He hated that girl of mine--thought she was a huge
bitch--so he did his best to be supportive when she dumped me for her
trainer but this trip was going to be the cure for my heartbreak.  So,
to make a long story short, I had left my apartment that morning,
fully packed and ready to head up north on our road trip after work.
Jacob called me just after lunch to give me some bad news.  His father
had been in a car crash, and was in critical condition, so he had to
fly home as soon as he could, which meant he couldn't do the trip.  I
offered to head home with him, but he thought it would be best for his
mom to have fewer people around at that point.  It would be a waste to
go to New York alone, so we decided to postpone the trip and try to do
it another time.  Seeing my disappointment, a couple coworkers invited
me to drinks and dinner after work, so I was out until around ten.  I
had no idea that when I got home my life would be changed forever.

When I walked into the living room, I was pretty much stunned
speechless.  There on the living room sofa was my roommate, Chad,
completely naked in front of a laptop, jacking off his massive cock.
I had never seen Chad naked before, and never really wanted to, but I
couldn't help but just stand there and stare at his body.  He was
hairless and I was mesmerized.  Well, he had a nice short buzz cut for
his blonde hair, but otherwise, I couldn't see a single hair anywhere
on his body.  Some blonde people look smooth and you can usually see
some fuzz when the sunlight shines on them just right, but Chad was
completely smooth.  I don't know how long I stood there staring at
him, but I was broken out of my stupor when Chad asked, "what the hell
are you staring at?"

"You're so smooth!" I blurted out.

"Yeah, I like the way it feels," he replied as he started to rub his
hand up and down his muscular chest and abs.  Chad is a beefy stud.
Probably 6' and around 200 lbs of lean muscle.  He could probably just
walk into a room and pick any girl he'd like, and I bet he'd have to
say two words to her and she'd be wet and ready to spread her legs for
him.  I never had thought of Chad in a sexual way given the fact that
I wasn't into dudes.  I mean, I had seen him walk around the apartment
countless times without a shirt and I never really paid him a second
glance.  I couldn't figure out why I was suddenly so interested in his
body, but looking back, it was his beautiful, smooth cock.  I was no
different than any girl he might approach.  I was wet and ready to
spread my legs for this stud.

Now, the moment probably could have come and gone had my next move
been different, but that's not how it went down.  I mean, all I had to
do was say something like, "Put some clothes on dude!"  But what I
really said, sealed my fate, for the good or bad.

"You're like an ice cream cone!" I exclaimed, and little enthusiastically.

"What the fuck?" he asked?

"You just look so delicious and lickable," I returned.  At that point,
I can look back and see the whole thing with clarity, but I barely
noticed his reaction as the words I spoke registered into his mind.
He head kind of cocked to the side and a second later he got this huge
grin on his face.

"Why don't you come have a taste," he said.  It wasn't really spoken
as a request, but more as a directive.

"Where?" was all I could think of to say.  I can't describe how
excited I felt that this muscular stud was actually going to let me
lick him, and at that moment, I couldn't think of anything better in
the world to be doing than running my tongue up and down his gorgeous
body, tasting his flavor, smelling his aroma, and savoring every
fucking delectable second.  What the hell was I thinking?!!


End of Part I



Again, if you like this story and would like to know what happens
later, email me and let me know.  Thanks!  norbertpenn@gmail.com