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 finally 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, I'm 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 shirtless 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 disappeared 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!"

"I'm 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.

"I'm 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 strength 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 surprised 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 guzzled 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, aren't 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 incredulously.

"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 tentatively 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.

"I'm going to come" he said "Oh, buddy, I'm 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 tongue 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 lolled 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 whispered "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 didn't. 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, splashing 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.

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written by keelo