Date: Sat, 01 Jan 2005 05:31:24 +0000
From: Malcolm Kroner <maltmex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gonna Be Good

I don't know how it slipped out:

"What if your cock was buried in my throat when the ball drops?"

Without even thinking about, I'd made the suggestion.  I should be sucking
his cock when we rang in the new year.  Why had I done it?  I mean, Zack is
hot, I'd always thought so but we were just friends.  And what's more, I had
no reason to believe he's gay.  What was I thinking?

Well, I'll tell you, there we were, lounging in his apartment in the West
Village, smoking some pot on New Year's eve.  It was about 11pm and we were
late.  We were supposed to be at Maryann's party over an hour ago.  But
that's what happened when Zack and I got together.  We would smoke a bowl,
shoot the shit, and before we knew it, we were late.  It helped of course
that we really enjoyed talking to each other.  But It helped more that he
was so hot.  He was my roommate for a year at college before he graduated.
I was two years behind him.  Now we were both recent graduates living in
Manhattan.

Zack had always been hot, always very successful with the ladies.  In the
year we lived together, he must have fucked seven or eight girls--all
attractive.  I do okay myself.  5'11" with a slim build and a 6" cock, I get
my share.  But even back then, no guy I met at a party could compare to the
sight of my roommate walking to the shower in a small towel.

He knew he was hot shit back then, and he knew it even more now.  He'd been
spending a lot of time at the gym so his body had really improved.  He still
had those piercing eyes and that wicked, smirking grin.

So there we were, high as kites, laughing and palling around when talk
turned to how horny he was.

"Shit, we better get going, man," he said.  "Gotta get to the party before
the ball drops."

"You gotta line up a New Year's kiss?" I joked.

"How `bout a New Year's fuck," he suggested.  "Or at least a nice blow job.
If we don't get going, I'm gonna miss my chance and then I'll have to make
you take care of this bad boy."

His hand groped his crotch, outlining the thick bulge I'd come to know and
love.  His words hung in the air.  He was only joking but it really turned
me on.  And I said it...

"What if your cock was buried in my throat when the ball drops?"

Silence.  He just looked at me.  In true Zack fashion, he wasn't shocked.
He simply said, "You think you can swallow it all?"  I nodded.  "Don't be
bullshitting me, man.  I'm sick of girls who lick the fucking thing but
don't take it all."
I didn't know what to make of this.  Was he kidding?  I decided to go for
it.

"I can take it."

"I'm pretty big."

"Try me."

"If I stay here and let you live your wet dream and suck my cock in that
pretty mouth of yours, you better promise to do it good--I'm giving up the
chance to get some pussy tonight.  And I like pussy.  I'm no faggot, you
know that.  You're sucking my dick, I ain't doing shit."

I smiled.  "Zack, if I don't swallow you to the base, you can force feed
me."

He liked that.  "I will if I have to."

There it was, something decided.  And then an awkward pause.  We looked at
each other.  Finally, he broke the silence with a smirk and a comment.

"You really are a faggot, huh."  He unbuckled his jeans.  "You're gonna suck
me or what?"

I realized I was just sitting there.

"Get to work."

I leaned forward across the couch and moved my head towards his crotch.  He
scoffed.

"No way, man.  Get on your knees."

I moved onto the floor, kneeling before him.  He spread his legs to let me
in.  His crotch was right in front of my face.

"Dig in, faggot."

I unzipped his pants, revealing his boxers.  He lifted up to allow me to
slide the jeans off.  His cock tented his boxers.

"This is gonna be good..." he said.

I licked my lips.  This WAS going to be good.