Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2006 20:17:47 +0100
From: Expat Stud <expatstud@gmail.com>
Subject: Kathy's Boyfriend

For a while after university I worked at a Subway
sandwich shop in the Cincinnati area while looking for
something that would use my degree. You had your typical
type of fast-food employee-mostly teenagers, the
occasional 40-year-old drunk who liked to work the
closing shift so he could go out back and drink. And then
you had the single mothers. Kathy was one of those.

Kathy and I were really tight, even though she was about
ten years older than me. We were on the phone every day,
and we tried to get our shifts together (easy enough to
do, as she was the assistant manager of the shop). She
was a very sexual woman-she'd seduce delivery guys and
customers both, even though she had a live-in boyfriend,
Simon, who worked in insurance. He was about the same age
as Kath, so at the time he must have been in his early
30s. In hindsight he was young, but when you are in your
early 20s anything over 30 seems like middle age. And
this tale is about the night I had sex with him.

Kathy and Simon fought a lot. He liked to drink and get
high, and he was always in and out of work. I often asked
her why she did not kick him out and she would always
come back with that he was too much fun to be around, and
that the sex rocked. I knew she was right on the first
part-I had hung out with both of them on numerous
occasions and Simon was indeed a blast, especially when
he was drinking. He'd be goofy, flirty, he'd totally open
himself up (when he was not drinking he was generally
jealous of my friendship with Kath.) The sex, well
apparently he had an insatiable appetite and a big old
fattie that made it worth Kathy's time. She said it was
not too long, but it was wide enough to make her grunt
when he fucked her. And he had this thing about always
wanting to have anal sex with her-very common for
straight guys I think, but she would never let him as she
was afraid he'd tear her up.

One night I got a call from Kath, she and Simon had
broken up yet again, he was staying at his parent's house
in Amelia. It was winter time, starting to snow, and
already she was worried about him. But, she did not want
to call him herself-she was not ready to forgive him just
yet. Would I call to check up on him? Of course I would
do anything for Kathy (I've always had one close female
friend my entire life), so I called Simon's parents to
speak to him.

Simon's mother was a nice woman-she and her husband lived
near Eastgate, not too far from my apartment in
Withamsville, and I had met them once at Kath's place.
She told me that Simon was terribly depressed, just
morose since the split the week before, and wondered if I
could be so kind as to take him out to cheer him up. I
got him on the phone and quickly realized that he had
been drinking a bit (not too drunk yet, fortunately). I
asked if he wanted to come to my place to watch a video
or something, to just hang out a bit, maybe smoke a bit
of weed, and he agreed. Since he had been drinking I
agreed to pick him up.

I hopped in the shower and cleaned up-who knew, maybe we
would go bar hopping in the area-and went to get him. The
snow was starting to pick up, but the roads were not
quite cold enough yet to make it stick. I arrived at his
parent's place in no time, and then we left.

Simon did not want to go bar-hopping-too expensive, and
he was in between jobs again. We stopped at a local gas
station to get some beer and cigarettes, and I
immediately knew that something was up. Simon had never
been so friendly to me before-not just friendly, fresh.
He was a bit drunk (and he kept telling me just how drunk
he was-in hindsight, I think he was exaggerating it to
give him an excuse for his behavior.) He kept touching
me, saying how nice it was that I was such a good friend,
how nice it was that I would help him out, etc. He kept
putting his hand on my leg, he'd reach over and pinch my
nipple through my sweater-things he'd never done before.
He kept saying how nice it was that we were able to spend
some time alone together, that he'd wanted to hang with
me for a while and glad that I wasn't upset with him over
Kath.

Now, I am not complaining about the attention-Simon was a
looker! Probably about 6' 1", narrow waist, big hairy
chest. He worked out a bit. He had beautiful teeth and
skin and had very good taste in clothing (Kathy always
said that he spent more time getting ready in the morning
than she did). And he had a nice crotch-Kath had told me
that although his dick wasn't long, it was fat, even when
soft, and he would arrange it for maximum effect). I
normally would have jumped at the attention, but this was
my best friend's boyfriend-a complete no-no in everyone's
book.

When we got to my place we popped in a video, cracked
open some beers and fired up a bowl. Pot always makes me
mellow, and in no time I was completely relaxed. I was
sitting on the floor, Simon lying on the couch. It was
really cold out, and the apartment was chilly, so I had
my one blanket over me. Simon was getting cold as well,
so he sat on the floor next to me and got under the
covers to get warm. I've always been quite na‹ve-I tend
to take everything at face value-and this was no
exception. He seemed to be acting quite buzzed from the
weed and alcohol, and he was being very emotive ('you're
such a great friend', or, 'I'm so drunk', or 'I'm so
lonely'.) And then he put his hand on my thigh and
started to nuzzle me.

As I said, normally I would be all over this fellow, but
he was Kathy's boyfriend still (they always got back
together eventually-I think she liked to give her vag a
break for a week or so). I told him to calm down, that he
was drunk, to quit being silly. He told me that he knew I
was gay, that we had some friends in common that I did
not know about. Besides, it had been over a week for him
and he was horny. And Kath wouldn't know unless I told
her about it. And besides, when else would I have an
opportunity to play with something like what he had to
offer?

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch, and boy
howdy! Kathy was right after all, he had a regular
sausage in there. And it seemed pretty long to me. I
really did not want to betray my friend, but my hormones
overruled my heart. In no time we were kissing and I was
taking Simon's clothes off as well as my own. His cock
was throbbing and leaking in his underwear-I remember
being fascinated at how much it flexed, and at how thick
and hard it seemed-and he asked me, he begged me to suck
on it.

I realized that at this point there was no going back,
that I had already gone too far with Kathy's boyfriend
(he could always claim that he was drunk and high and
that I took advantage of the situation.) And besides, it
was just a blowjob.

I yanked his briefs off him and his fat cock bobbed
around like the toy in a jack-in-the-box. That fucker was
fat and hard-I couldn't touch my fingers together as I
gripped it. And I could tell Simon was really proud of
it. I realized now why he had such a cocky attitude. If I
had something like that hanging between my legs, I would
strut as well. He was leaking quite a bit as well, and he
told me that it was happy to meet me. He had nice balls
too-he kept them shaved and they were really floppy-he
and Kath had not had sex in a week, so I figured he would
be extra horny (especially since they fucked at least
once a day, and she normally blew him before going to
work in the mornings.)

I leaned down to get a better view of what I would be
tasting and Simon just lost control. 'Oh man please, just
suck it, I'm so fucking horny, I really  need my cock
sucked.' And he grabbed my head and rubbed his cock
helmet all around my face, finally stopping on my lips,
which were busy lapping up all of that yummy juice that
was oozing everywhere. He tasted great! In no time I had
my mouth open and he started feeding me his fat
sausage-it was difficult, as it was just so fat. But hey,
I figured that since we had gone this far I may as well
do the best job possible. I see my cocksucking as an art,
and I always try to deliver the best service possible.

Simon had difficulty getting all of his cock in my mouth,
no matter how hard he tried, and my mouth was getting
quite sore. He was so big around I couldn't get all the
way down to the base (his cock was about 7.0 - 7.5 long,
I would say.) He kept moving me around the floor trying
to make it more comfortable for both of us but it just
did not work. Finally he decided that we should go to the
bedroom and lie on the bed.

I lay on the bed, and he moved me around so that my head
was hanging over the edge-basically giving him an easy
shot into my throat. Simon assumed his power position and
started to fuck my throat, going in much deeper than
before. I did my best to relax and to breath so that I
could accommodate as much of him as possible-worked
brilliantly too, as he was soon down to the base and his
big balls bounced off my forehead.

Simon kept this up for a good ten minutes at least, and
he was very verbal and very loud. 'Goddam, you know how
to suck cock', and 'Man, I have wanted you to suck my
cock since I first met you', and 'Keep that up and you'll
get a nice surprise.' I'm not sure what I was to keep
up-I just had my mouth open, but I was contracting my
throat muscles and swallowing a lot, and every time I
swallowed my throat would squeeze, would milk his cock,
and I would be rewarded with another fat dollop of his
precum. And I used my tongue a lot, swirling around the
fat head. He was in heaven, moaning away, rubbing his
chest. It was incredible.

He was pounding away at my mouth, balls bouncing against
my nose and forehead, shouting out observations about how
well I sucked a cock (all of which I am certain my
neighbors had heard-I was surrounded by other
apartments!) Simon suddenly yanked his cock out of my
throat and begged me to lick his balls. He started
dunking them against my mouth-sort of like teabagging-and
I savored their texture and nursed on them for as long as
possible. I would work my way to the back of his
ballsack, and before you know it I was licking the space
behind his balls, then he would move forward some more
and I would be licking near his ass, and finally I WAS
licking his ass, eating him out, munching on his hole,
darting my tongue in and out. I could feel his heavy cock
bouncing around, tapping my chest. He started to beat off
while I was rimming him, and I could tell he was getting
close. Suddenly he shouted, 'Face or mouth?' I had no
idea what he meant, so he screamed out a second time, 'Do
you want me to shoot it in your face or your mouth???'
(what my neighbors must have been thinking.)

I did not respond, so he made the decision for me. He
backed up, pushed my head back down and rammed his cock
into my throat again. 'Oh man, I am going to shoot this
one in your mouth!' Simon was plowing away, panting,
sweating, body shaking, and suddenly he just erupted into
my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, and he
backed his cock out a bit so that he was shooting just
under my tongue. ''I know you guys like to taste it,' he
said, and he continued to feed me some of his juicy
delight. And it was delightful-very thick, very strong,
and very voluminous. Damn, but he must have built up a
lot of cum.

As he was shooting I grabbed hold of my own cock, hard as
could be, leaking like crazy, and jacked away, moving my
foreskin up and down over the wet head. It felt
heavenly-I love beating off as a guy shoots into my
mouth-and before long I, too, was shooting, and shooting
hard. Simon was hot, he had a hot cock, and it was
shooting his hot spunk in my mouth-I was so turned on
that my jizz flew up in arcs, splashing all over my chest
and even my upturned chin. We were both dripping with
sweat, smelling of sex. Simon finally took his cock out
of my mouth and rubbed it against my face, and it was
burning up, and still heavy. Talk about basking in the
afterglow.

He scooped up some of my jizz and rubbed it on his cock,
then stuck it back into my mouth. 'Goddamn, you really
get off on sucking cock, don't you?' he asked. I couldn't
help but laugh, and mentioned that he was lucky that I
did not have tonsils or an epiglottis (the little bit
that hangs in the back of your throat-I needed all the
extra space possible to get his cock in my mouth.) He
kept scooping up jizz and feeding it to me, talking about
how great a cocksucker I was, how he wished he had known
that I was hot for him, that he always had enough to
spread the love around.

It was really snowing hard outside at this point, and the
roads had gotten cold enough for the snow to stick. Simon
told me he should probably crash at my place, and
besides, he was still horny and that he had lots more
love to give me (laughing all the while.) He asked me to
turn over so he could see my ass and I told him not to
get any ideas, that there was no way I could take that
hog up my rump. He laughed, grabbed hold of his cock,
shaking it at me (it was already fluffing up), and said
something like, 'There's no way you would pass up
something like this, man. And if you think I can fuck a
mouth, you should see what I could do to an ass like
yours.'

The night was just beginning!

And now I am so horned up from recounting this that I
need to yank a load. I'll recount more when I get a
chance. Peace! epxatstud@gmail.com.