A couple weeks ago a friend of mine asked me to do him a favor. There is this guy he works with, gay, attractive and apparently has a long dong. I didn't find that out until after I agreed to do the favor, which was to go out with this guy, his name is CB. But the reason my friend asked me as a favor is because CB had been struggling at work. When my friend asked him about it CB blatantly said, "I'm lonely, and I haven't gotten laid in a long time."
"And once he said that, I immediately thought of you." My friend said while we were at lunch.
"Why me?" I asked, almost offended.
"Well, because you're gay and because...you've been known to...ahh..."
"To what? Give it up easily? To be a whore? Are you calling me a whore?" I said, playfully but not.
"No, not a whore, exactly. But come on, when we lived together you had a different guy every Friday and Saturday night."
"Not every Friday and Saturday. And they weren't always different." I stated, defending myself. Despite the fact that it was true. And for the record I am not easy but very open and willing to perform.
"Whatever, the point is CB's work is suffering and I need him to get better. So, will you do this for a friend?" He asked me with a slight undertone of begging.
I thought about it for a moment. In reality it had been a long time, at least by my standard that I'd gotten any action. I enjoy staying home and watching a good movie now rather than wasting my efforts trying to get laid. "Yes, I'll do it...for you, so remember that." I said.
"Thank you. And I promise you won't be disappointed. For one he's a really good looking guy and two, from what I hear from the ladies in the office, he's packing some meat." My friend said.
"From the ladies? I thought he was gay, so how would they know? Are you one of the ladies, now?" I said smiling and holding back a chuckle.
"Fuck you dude." He replied.
So that Saturday I went out with CB. And he was definitely a good looking guy. He was tall and slim, had a good face with a nice cut jaw. His body was defined by a nice chest and long torso that I noticed through his tight shirt. And the date was actually really fun. The conversation never stopped and by time we stopped for a night cap, there was no doubt where the evening was going to be heading. We sat down at the bar, rubbing each other cocks under the counter through our jeans. And it was so true about his long dong. From base to tip it had to be at least 10 inches, I had become pretty good at judging these things. And by this point I could feel the soak of pre-cum oozing through the leg of my jeans.
"Are you ready to get out of here?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said. "My place is just around the corner actually. Five minutes."
"Perfect." I said.
We got up and rushed out of the bar, we didn't even bother to finish our last round. And if the parking lot weren't so damn lit up, I might have started things there with a nice heavy bought of kissing. Instead we had to wait and get into our respective vehicles to go to CB's.
When we pulled up to his apartment building my cock was still hard and still oozing pre-cum. My mind was in a tizzy thinking about what was in his pants, how bad I wanted sex, how great this was going to feel, and where I wanted him to cum. Did I want to swallow? Did I want a facial? Did I want him to cum inside me? So many decisions to make, but I realized they could be made based on the heat of the moment. There was no real need to plan the details.
We parked and CB waited for me as I quickly got from my car and walked over to him. Instantly we embraced my hands on his back, his on my ass. Our tongues began smashing together as we kissed out in the open, moaning and gasping quite loudly from what I can remember. We rubbed our cocks together through our pants by swaying from side to side, I just kept thing about how huge his cock was.
We finally managed to pull ourselves apart long enough to at least get inside. Once inside the elevator CB pinned me to the wall and kissed me deep and hard. My hand rubbed up and down his shaft clutching the bone under the tight fabric of his jeans. He stared at me, this aggressive sexual expression was on his face. "Are you gonna suck me cock?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm gonna suck it real good."
"Yeah, you better." He said, giving me a little smack. "You're going to suck it deep, be my little faggot cock whore, huh?"
"That's right, I'll be your nasty cock whore, I'll take a pounding in my ass like a little bottom fag." I said, almost shocked at the words coming from my mouth. But I was lost in the heat and sexuality of the moment.
The elevator door opened to an older lady who got a shock of her life seeing two men going at it in the elevator. She gasped and we excused ourselves. She watched as we passed by, no doubt the excitement in our pants clearly showing. We laughed as we went down the hall to his apartment. Once we reached the door, CB just opened it. He didn't even use a key, for some reason I found this quite odd. He pushed the door open and I walked inside. I stopped suddenly and my rock hard cock quickly went limp.
It just seemed so bizarre to me. I would think this would be something CB would mention...that he had a fucking roommate! A roommate who was home, with his girlfriend, who at the moment was walking through the door was finishing a blow job and wiping her mouth. "Good timing." His roommate said.
CB walked in. "Hey guys, what's happening?" He said.
