He professed to be straight, but there were a few times that he needed to "get his rocks off", and I was there to help. Those times were more for his benefit than they were for mine; though I really get off on sucking cocks. The few times that we did anything, I kept hoping in the back of my mind that there might be more for me that time around.
Setting Sail
Convincing Friend to Let Me Suck His Cock
He said that we are just friends and that friends can't. He claims that it is too embarrassing to have sex with someone you know. I am extremely horny, so I continue to try my luck. I know you're horny too. That's all we've been talking about all evening. I really want to suck your cock. Come on, let me suck you off. That is all I want.
Making A Friend
But what I needed was stronger than my common sense, so I started talking to Tony after work. Brief things. Nothing things. "Come have a beer, I'm buying" is the one that got him. And we drank one Friday night, drank till 2am. And damnit that boy starts to jabber, I thought he'd never stop. He is single and alone in the world, just doing this job so he can hop on his cycle and go somewhere else. Had a girlfriend once, but she left him. And yada yada yada. He drinks way more than me, I make sure his glass gets filled three times for every one of mine.
Brothers from Different Mothers
Everybody said they looked like twins even though Luis was a Latino with dark hair with a fade and Andrew had light brown hair with a fade. They really did not look much alike but they were so close that people assumed they were related. They worked together, lived together and went out together. They like the same girls, the same music, and the same food.
My Best Friends are Both Named Mark
Mark left for boarding school when we were young, he would always keep in touch and would go home on breaks and holidays. I haven't seen them both for quite awhile but I still remember what happened to us three years ago. Marc, on the other hand, attended a different university so we hardly saw each other.
Just Playin
The kid was standing at the bar, oh-so-tight faded jeans outlining his tight, tender ass, black sneakers, and a white cotton shirt, precisely the same brightness as his dazzling smile. John was not what anyone would call shy. He swaggered up to the bar, near enough to the kid to rest his massive chest against Danny's shoulder. Danny looked up and John threw his killer smile at him.
Come In My Mouth
We worked all day doing bodywork and painting his truck. Later in the day, we started drinking beer. We drank lots of beer and after a while, we started joking more. We finished working on the truck and just sat outside in the dark drinking and getting more intoxicated. He said he was so drunk that he would probably suck my dick if I bribed him. So, I told him to go for it. Then we started bribing each other. I agreed to suck his dick if he would suck mine. But, He wouldn't go first and I wouldn't go first. We decided we needed more beer so we went to the ATM to get more money and then we got more beer.
Jacking Off the Wakeboarder
I offered him a drink as he was admiring my bachelor pad. We sat down on the couch and talked for a while, as we were finishing up our drinks. I asked him if anyone at the hospital knew he was gay. He answered with a hell no and we continued to talk. The only thing on my mind at this point is the feeling of his long hard muscular cock inside me.
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Blacks Can Moan
I didn't want to start a fight, I mean he was already a bit too angry, but we hadn't had one in awhile, so if we were going to let our feelings out at any time, now would be the time. So I kept the heat on. "Wow. Well when I'm in my bedroom, which happens to be next to the shower, I can hear you beating off! You fucking bang your hands...or arms, or whatever the fuck you bang, against the wall and I hear it when he masturbate. How you masturbate in that shower, I don't know...but you do. I hear your moans, and I hear the beatings on the wall, so don't give me this bullshit" I was pissed.
Fly Swatter
The damn things were driving me crazy. I'd tried everything from bug spray to those newfangled emitters that you plugged into the wall outlet for supposedly 12 hours of protection and blissful sleep. Nothing had worked as it was supposed to. I had bought an old fashioned fly swatter, and now turned on the light in my bedroom, and reached for the wire handle on my night stand.
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