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Subject: It Happened One Night (male/male adult)
Date: Thu, 11 May 95 19:17:07 -0500
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This ficticious story contains scenes of explicit sex
between consenting adult males. If you are under the age
of 18 or if you find this kind of stuff offensive, then
STOP READING NOW!
Comments and suggestions are welcomed, but flaming will just
be ignored.
Enjoy!
It Happened One Night
I showed up at David's apartment. I glanced down at my
watch as I stumbled out of my car and tried to make out the
time through my drunken eyes. "2:17 in the fucking
morning." I thought to myself. The bars just closed for the
night and I had spent most of my evening trying to drown the
depression I had been in all week but to no avail. I was
still depressed. "So, why am I here?" I asked outloud to no
one. "Because David is here, that is why" I answered myself.
David is a buddy of mine that I had met several years ago.
After knowing him for a few months, I finally admitted to
him that I was gay. He said that he already knew that. He
had heard it from someone else. I asked him how he felt
about it. "Look," he had replied, "I am straight and I
intend to stay that way. So don't try converting me. I like
you, Ted. You are intelligent, funny and a good person but
as long as we are friends, we will be only friends. Deal?"
"Ok, deal." I replied.
I managed to get out of the car and on my feet. I dug
the half-gone six pack of Coors out of the backseat and
headed to the staircase leading to his second story
apartment. I stumbled only a couple of times, but finaly
made it to his door. I popped open a beer and banged on the
door. "Dave is gonna be pissed for me getting him up so
late in the evening" I thought to myself. I banged on the
door again. I heard footsteps inside and then Dave's voice
asking, "Who's there?"
"Its me, Dave. Ted."
He opened the door. "Did I get you up" I managed with
out slurring to badly. He opened the door more so I could
enter and asked me what the fuck I wanted. I slowly walked
in and leaned against the wall and drank from my beer. "Lets
Party!" I said and tried to get him a beer but I dropped
what was left on the floor. "Oh, shit! David, Im sorry."
He sighed and looked at me. "No your not, your drunk."
and bent over to pick up the beers. He only had a pair of
jeans on. He was shirless and his hair was disheveled from the
sleep I awakened him. As he bent over, I discreetly admired
his ass in the faded denims which hugged his body. His
chest was almost hairless, just a thin line of curly, dark
black hair running between his pecs and then on to his
navel. The hair then dissapeared into his jeans. The pecs
where well defined and the dime sized nipples erect. His
torso tapered down in the usual V shape from his broad
shoulders to his thin waist. His biceps bulged. "What the
fuck do you want?" he asked again and I detected a hint of
anger in his voice.
"I just wanted to drink a beer with ya and talk." I
knew I was slurring but could not help it, I was too drunk.
"Do you know what time it is?" he demanded. "Its two
thirty in the fucking morning and you want to talk! Why
don't you leave and go home and put your drunken ass to
bed!"
"Im too depressed to sleep." I said back. "I've been
depressed all week and just wanted to talk to you about it."
I began to head back out the door. I passed by him and
stepped out the door. "Im sorry I got you up."
I headed back down the stairs and he called down to me.
"Wait." I turned back around. "Come on back. You're too
drunk to drive. You can crash on the couch." I went back
up and entered his apartment, again. "Hit the couch, dude,
and sleep it off." I didn't say anything as I headed for
the living room. He followed me in and I heard the sound of
a beer opening. He sat in the chair opposite the couch I
had sat down on. "Ok, what's the problem?" he asked as he
drank from his beer.
We talked for a while. I told him my problems. He
listened. David is a good listener. He has been my
confidant for a couple of years and has heard it all before.
I began to tear up, telling him my deepest thoughts on my
depression. All the while I talked, David only listened,
letting me get it all out. After, he talked softly to me,
explaining while I should stop feeling sorry for myself.
Of course he was right. My depression is usually caused by
my self-pity. We drank more beer and I began to feel
better. After a while he had me laughing, telling me a funny
story about some stupid co-worker of his.
Then the subject of sex came up. David has always been
understanding of my gayness and has asked questions no
straight person would do. Again my eyes trailed over his
body, imagining him naked. My cock stirred. I guess it
was the alcohol. Or maybe the closeness I feel for him. But
I couldnt stop myself from approaching him and putting my
arms around him. I held him and he gingerly returned my
hug. I whispered "Thanks". The heat of his body
intoxicated me more than the alcohol had. I pulled away and
looked deep into his blue eyes. I heard myself asking if I
could suck him.
"No" he said.
"Please" I begged. "I won't tell anyone. Please let me
suck your dick."
"No."
He pushed me away and I grabbed his arm and pulled him
back. "David?"
"NO" he said again looking sternly at me.
I couldn't help it. Tears welled up in my eyes again. I
put my hands to my face to hide them and headed for the
door. "Ted, where are you going?"
"I can't stay here." I blubbered. I tried to dig my car
keys out of my pocket but found myself too flustered and
drunk to find them. Tears stung at my eyes.
He approached me and blocked the door. "You can't
leave. You are too drunk. You can't even get your keys out
of your pants, for god's sake." He grabbed my arm and I
felt the strenght in his grasp all the way to my bones.
Surprisingly, I felt my cock stir again. "You can't leave
because we have to talk this out if we are to stay friends."
I was really suprised now. I could not believe he still
wanted to be friends. I thought surely he would want me to
leave and never return. He led me back to the couch and
then went into the kitchen to get two beers. He placed one
in my hand and sat down in the chair again. I sat on the
couch and guzzeled my beer. God, it tasted great.
"So, how long have you wanted me?" he asked.
I thought for a moment. I did not really know. I don't
think there was ever a time I didn't want him. But I
couldn't say that. "It just kinda came over me." I lied. He
was looking at me and I could not look back. I avoided his
eyes, focusing my attention on my beer can.
"Your lying, arent you?"
"Oh God, how could he know?" I wondered.
"I've seen you eyeing me." he said.
Anger welled in me as tears came back to my eyes. "Ok!"
I shouted "I've wanted you for a long time! Is that what
you wanted to hear?"
"At least *now* you are being honest."
Silence. I looked up and stared into his face. "And I
*still* want you." Again, I felt my cock stir. I was
getting aroused talking to him about my feelings for him.
He drank deeply from his beer and leaned back into the
chair, returning my stare. "You can't tell ANYONE, ok?"
I looked up at him increduously. "Did I hear him
right?" I wondered. "You...you...mean?" I stammered.
"Just this once. AND if you EVER tell anyone I will just
deny it and then I'll KICK YOUR ASS!"
I drank from my beer, my hands shaking. I could not
believe it. "Your just saying that."
"No, I am not. If you tell anyone I WILL kick your ass!
Count on it!" He drank from his beer, again.
I drank from my beer, my hands shaking more. My head
was swirling. "Should I?" I wondered. I looked at him and
my eyes ran over his hunky body. My cock was rock hard and
I knew what I had to do. What I wanted to do.
I got up and went to him. He remained sitting and I put
my hands on his shoulder.
"One more thing. Don't expect anything from me. I will
not do anything to you, agreed?" he said, looking up at me.
"Ok" was all I could say.
I kneeled down in front of him, between his legs. I ran
my trembling hands tentively over his stomach. He spread
his legs wider and I got closer to him, his pouch only
inches from my face. My hands traveled around his stomach
and then up to his nipples. I stroked his chest and felt
his nipples become erect at my touch. I decided not to push
the situation to long and reached for the buckle on his
jean. I opened it up and pulled down the zipper, revealing
his crotch concealed in his briefs. He wasn't hard yet. I
pulled his jeans down his legs and helped him out of them.
He drank from his beer and leaned back in the chair. His
pouch was infront of me. "I can't believe this is
happening" I thought to myself.
I ran my hands over his hairy legs and then up to his
briefs. I stroked his cock through the cloth, running my
fingers along the soft shaft. Me moaned. Lust overcame me.
My hands grabbed the elastic band of his briefs and pulled
them down, revealing his dick. He was beginning to get
hard, now, and his prick began to lengthen. The head flared
as the shaft throbbed into hardness. I ran my hands over
the shaft as he moaned more loudly. His cock grew. I
lifted the dick up perpendicular to his body and began to
pump, my other hand roamed around in the forest of curly
hair at the base of his manhood. I watched as his nuts
began to move within the scrotum. I put my face closer to
him and smelled his scent, the scent of a man. I was
overcome with lust.
I began to lick his balls. The skin was crinkly and
covered with curly hair. He moaned loudly. His cock was
now fully hard and the head flared out, looking like a huge
plum. I left his nuts and began to lick up and down the hot
shaft. He placed his hands on my shoulders, urging me
closer to him. Then his hands where on the back of my head,
pushing me down upon his dick. I took it into my mouth and
began to suck. I was careful to not scratch is dick with my
teeth. I wanted this to be one sucking he would remember
for the rest of his life. I intentionally made vocal moans
of pleasure and loud sucking sounds.
I picked up the pace and felt his cock touching the back
of my throat. I took more of his shaft in me until it was
fully in my mouth. My hands pulled softly on his nuts. He
started to meet my sucking by bucking his waist. His cock
slid in my mouth and down my throat, my nose was buried in
his dickhair as I took in the whole seven incher. He began
to pant heavily, his thrust became fast and furious. I knew
he was going to come. I pulled up so that just the head was
in my mouth and ran my toungue over it, tasting his precome
juice.
"Im going to come" he said "Oh, buddy, Im gonna come!" I
felt his cock stiffen and his nuts pull up. He shoved his
crotch into my face, forcing his cock deep into my throat. I
pulled on his nuts and triggered his orgasm. I felt the
first spurt of come shoot down my throat as his cock lurched
in my mouth. I quickly pulled up so that just the head was
in my mouth so I could taste his sweet juice. His cock came
alive and gobs of come shot into my mouth covering my
toungue with the slick semen. I drank from the font of his
dick and swallowed as fast as I could. I held his waist as
his bucking slowed.
His cock slowly pumped more come out and I held him in
my mouth until he stopped. His cock grew soft and I let it
out of my mouth laying it deftly on his stomach where it
looled like a small snake. He came down off his high and I
pulled back from his body, taking in the sight my friend,
whom I had just sucked after fantasizing about it for years.
He looked at me and smiled. "Thank you, David." I said
and got up to sit on the couch.
He drank from his beer and looked at me. "God, you are
good. That was the best head I ever had!" he exclaimed. "At
one point, I looked down and my whole dick was in your
mouth! No chick had EVER done that to me before! And you
didn't scratch me, either! Most girls scratch with their
teeth, but not *you*! Good job, Buddy!" He held up his
right hand and we "high fived" each other.
I smiled a devilish smile and asked "Would you like to
give it a try?" I leaned back on the couch and rubbed my
crotch.
"No thanks. Remember what I said?"
"Yeah, I remember" I said with a sigh. I drank my beer
and he did the same.
Over the next couple of years, David would let me suck
him, but not as frequently as I wanted. I remember one night
David jacked me off. He showed up at my door late one night
after he had been out drinking. He was wasted. I let him in and
he pulled me close and whisperd "Suck my dick". I led him to my
bed and stripped his clothes off. He fell onto the bed and I
crawled between his legs and took his soft dick into my mouth.
I sucked on his dick until he had a raging hard on. I was only
wearing some boxers and my waist was near him. I was sucking the
life out his dick, when I felt a hand reach into my boxers and grab
onto my hard shaft. I looked up to see David's hand pull my dick
out of my boxers and he started pumping it. I moved closer
to him, hoping he would take it into his mouth, but he
didnt. I was enthralled by the scene of his hand on my
dick, pumping the shaft, that I went wild on his cock,
sucking like I had never sucked a dick before. He came in
buckets sending come rushing down my throat. I was near the
edge to and soon my cock lurched in his grasp and sperm flew
out the slit in a river of come, spashing over my stomach and
running onto his hand. He soon passed out and I slept next
to him, my hand on his cock.
David is married now and so our late night romps have
stopped altogether. But I will never forget those few times
I had with him.
End.