~Tbh I think I'm just letting out my fantasies about people in real life out here, some of this is real, some of this becomes fantasy... enjoy~
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Back in high school, before I was out or even really realised that I was gay, I had a friend called... let's call him Jack. Neither of us were particularly great looking so we never had girlfriends and usually just hung out alone.
When I came out I got a new group of friends to be honest, and he moved into a new group too. We'd still talk, just not as much, and I kind of developed a far off crush or interest in him. In the compulsory P.E classes we'd still hang out, and in the changing rooms we'd pack our stuff together and change. Once or twice I noticed him look at my body, but most of the time I was looking at his anyway. I thought it was maybe normal for guys to check each other out in the locker room. Whatever.
Then as we finished high school and moved onto the next stage, we went separate ways completely. A lot of my friend group saw his pictures on social media, and we'd talk about how attractive he'd gotten, he'd grown his thick ginger hair out a bit more and grown a beard and looked after himself a bit more and honestly, he was hot. I'd managed to get control of my appearance a bit more too, I mean everyone kind of learns more about how to make themselves look more attractive after high school. I just started taking care of myself more.
There was a day, probably the only day I really saw him, where I was walking to college and he pulled up next to me on his bike and pounced on me to hug me. You could feel the new muscle he'd gained in the hug. We just made small talk, quite close together in the street, kind of just happy to be around each other again. It was enough to reinvigorate the feelings I'd had.
Then, cut to last year. I was in my first year of university in a different city, and he had an apprenticeship working somewhere, I don't really remember the details. I was back in town for a night out with my friends, and we decided to go to the rock bar. It wasn't totally my place but they planned enough nostalgic rock sounds from my early teenage 'emo' phase to keep me happy.
I wasn't even really expecting to see him, and when I did see him I expected a quick hello and for us to go off on our separate ways. But he was so excited, and so was I really. We were both drunk, him especially so and me well on my way to being wasted, so he moved his whole friend group over so he could sit next to me. We spoke and laughed and sat close enough that our thighs were touching for a lot of the night, he bought me a drink, maybe more, I don't remember. But either way we were both wasted. We were both giggling way too hard at anything that happened, his hand was on my shoulder and at one point my hand ended up on his thigh as I laughed, but when the laughter stopped I didn't take it away. He barely noticed. I was dragged back to reality as my heart was thumping in my chest with the adrenaline.
We both got up to pee, after the amount we drank it was no surprise. We were the only ones in the bathroom, the club was getting close to shutting time, so it was practically empty. After an embarrassing game of see who could pee the highest at the urinal that left us giggling, we zipped up, and I stumbled backwards in my drunken state. He managed to catch me, wrapping an arm around my waist, but in the mess of limbs we ended up crashing back against the bathroom door.
He stopped in front of me for a moment, my body pinned to the door under his, one of my hands pinned against the door by his while the other was around his neck. Our breathing was heavy, and we were staring into each other's eyes, and then his lips were on mine. And there was a look of confusion on his face as his body moved, ground, against mine. Our dicks hardening in our jeans and rubbing together, my hand pulled his head against mine as we kissed almost frantically. His kisses moved to my neck, his hands reaching under my shirt and sliding up my abs and his mouth kissing and biting his way down my body to the bulge in my jeans. Someone tried to push the door open but our combined weight held it closed and on the outside we heard someone mutter about the lock.
It only spurned us on, his kisses and bites came faster and harder, my hands were in his hair. We were both shaking, in adrenaline, or anticipation, whatever. Years of friendship had culminated into this moment, this moment of Jack unfastening my jeans, pulling them down to below my ass and kissing around the waistband of my tight boxers.
He stopped with his hand on the outline of my cock, I groaned.
"I've never done this before," he whispered, a look of fear and confusion and excitement on his face.
"Just do what feels good,"
He nodded, dazed, and released my hard cock from my underwear. He gripped it, the look in his eye changed from fear to lust, and he licked the head gently, smoothly, drawing a soft moan from my mouth. He moved his head and licked from the bottom of the shaft all the way up, making me quiver, before he slowly started taking me into his mouth. I tried to stop my hips from thrusting but I was so horny, so turned on, that I had to - at least gently. He didn't complain, every so often he'd make a slurp or a gag, but that just pushed him to take more of my cock. His tongue rolled around it, one hand wrapped around my cock and the other squeezing my firm ass. I moaned louder, hoping the music was loud enough to cover the noise, as his nose finally reached the small spattering of brown hair, and he gagged. Pulling away and breathing for a moment.
"Wow," I whispered, my breath heavy too.
