"It's the dream," he said, chalking up his cue and eyeing the table. "Fuck as much as you want, as long as you want."
"As many times as you want," I added.
"Definitely. Fuck all day if you want to. See how many times you can cum."
"Try to break your record for how many times you can cum in one day," I said.
"Fuck yeah!" he said and we laughed. He shot the four ball to the left side pocket. It sank. "To not have to use a condom, either."
I nodded. My cock was getting hard in my jeans. I took a nervous swig of my beer. He walked around the table, toward me, the bulge in his jeans shifting as he walked. "That's the dream, right? To just cum inside, as much as you want. Fucking without thinking about it, just raw fucking."
"Yep," I concurred, and as he drained the rest of his beer I did the same. We set the empty bottles on the table and he wiped off his mouth, smiled at me. "Another round?" I said.
We'd already had sex at that point, but we'd never really talked about it. It had happened on a night very similar to this one, where we'd been out at the bar drinking, vaguely trying to hook up but mainly just playing pool and enjoying one another's company. There was a feeling in the air that got stronger the longer the night went on and the more beer we drank. We stopped paying attention to the other people in the bar, we were fully focused on one another. I got so turned on out of nowhere.
Nothing had ever happened before that night. We were just buddies, had been since college - not very close at first, but that had changed after graduation when a lot of our other friends had moved away. Then he broke up with his girlfriend and that's when we really started hanging out a lot.
But that night, I don't know. I'd had sex with guys before. It was my secret thing. I would go to the bookstore downtown sometimes after I had too much to drink. The first time it was just to see it and I wound up getting my dick sucked. The next time I wound up sucking a cock, and me and that guy went back to his place and he fucked me. It was totally unexpected and I felt pretty sick with myself afterward. I didn't go back for a while but then I did. It wasn't something I thought about a lot. I guess I spent a lot of time trying not to think about it. But sometimes, when I was feeling really honest with myself, I think I knew that I was at least bi. But that didn't mean anybody had to know. I was just fucking around. I was still looking for a girlfriend. I'd still get married someday and have kids and settle down and do all the normal things that people do.
I ended up going back to his place, as I did sometimes when I was too drunk to drive home. We were hanging out on the couch having another beer and talking about sex. He asked me if I'd ever had sex with a guy. I lied and said no. So I asked him the same thing and he said he'd let a guy suck his cock once in high school and that it had been one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had.
While he was saying this he was tweaking his crotch and we kept talking about sex so I started tweaking my crotch too. He must've known something about me - I don't know how - but he kept asking me, had I really never done anything with a guy? Hadn't I at least thought about it? Even he'd imagined what it might be like to suck cock, even though he'd never done it and didn't think he ever would.
I finally went there and said I'd definitely fantasized about it. So he kept pushing it, and at some point he took it out and said would I ever think about sucking him?
Man, he had a nice cock. It was there, sticking out of his jeans, all hard and thick. "C'mon," he said, "You said you've fantasized about it. I won't tell anybody. If you don't like it you can quit, you don't have to give me, like, the full blowjob."
Of course it wound up going a lot further than that. I did give him the full blowjob, and later on he wound up fucking me in the ass. It was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to me, but the next day it was awkward. Neither of us knew how to talk about it and he was kind of acting like an asshole. So I didn't call him for a while but eventually we hung out again and it wasn't weird. But it wasn't like before, either.
A couple weeks went by and then he called me out of the blue and said we should hang out. And now here we were.
***
"That's the thing, though - with girls, it's just a dream." He was racking up a new game. I nodded - it was true. "I mean, I've never met a girl who wanted to fuck like that. They don't like to fuck as much as guys do."
"Yeah and if they do they want to get all emotional about it and you have to, like, say you're gonna marry them or some shit."
"Exactly," he said. "It's so much work, so much...expectation. They're so different from guys." He handed me my cue. When I took it, he winked at me. Maybe that's when I knew.
"I'm pretty fucking buzzed," he said, later. The bar had closed, we'd been there up until the last minute, sucking down beers. I was drunk, that was for sure. "You coming back to my place?" he said. We walked there.
He got us a couple beers from his fridge and we nursed them. There was a tension in the room that hadn't been there the last time this had happened, maybe cause we both knew we wanted it to happen but didn't know how to approach it. He went into the bathroom. He was in there for a while. My cock kept getting hard, softening, getting hard again. I thought about getting us another beer. I was about to turn on the TV when he came out of the bathroom. He was just wearing a pair of mesh shorts, basketball shorts. His half-hard cock tented out the front of them.
"Guess I'm ready for bed," he said, stretching his arms over his head, showing off his slim, muscled frame and the hair under his pits.
"Cool," I said.
"Coming?" he said, and stuck his hand down his shorts. I followed him into the bedroom.
We did it all, again. Drunkenly. I don't think either of us came. It was hot, but kind of unsatisfying. At some point we passed out and when I woke up the light was coming in through the window. I was naked and my legs were tangled with his.
