During our chat we discussed many things. We were both from Rhode Island, so it was easy to keep the conversation going. We found that we shared the same interests- fishing, kayaking, the Red Sox...and our occasional desire to suck another man's cock. He was going to be in New Hampshire, staying at a motel not too far from my apartment. We agreed to get together the following Friday night for beer and baseball, see where it might go from there. He called that afternoon and I gave him directions to my place. When he got there the beer was on ice, the grill was lit and the game was in its first inning.
We sat and had a few, making small talk and letting the grill heat up. He was taller than I, about 6 feet, thin but in active guy kind of way, short dark hair, dark blue eyes. The evening eventually fell softly around us, bringing on the mosquitoes and forcing us into the living room. He sat in the chair across the room, I on the couch. We followed the game, but as the number of empty beers added up, our conversation became punctuated by long heavy stares at each other, often ending when one of us broke into a sly grin. I knew that he, like I, must be thinking about some of the "interests" we shared in our earlier chat. We were comfortable with each other, but neither one was quite confident to make the first move. I knew that if no one just jumped into it we could sit there all night.
After one long stare, he asked me "what the heck are you smiling about over there?"
"You're awfully interested in this ball game aren't ya?"
"Course," he said, "Gotta win this one..."
"Well I was just sitting here thinking of ways to distract you..."
"Oh yeah? What did you come up with," he asked.
I swallowed hard, and told myself "the hell with it, say it, see what happens..."
"Well, I was wondering what you'd do if I stood up right now, undressed, walked across the room, straddled your lap and began stroking myself."
His eyes opened, and the glimmered in the light. He thought for a brief moment, grinning broadly.
"Well he said, the game is over in a few minutes...why don't you sit there awhile longer and we'll see how it goes. If the Sox win, maybe we'll have to celebrate."
I couldn't believe it! Here I was, being the slut, taking the chance...and he was telling me to wait. I sat and pouted, by confident that the Sox would carry the lead till the end...and then a reason to celebrate. It got a little close at the end- no surprise with the Sox- but they did indeed win the game. As the last out was recorded, he got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed two more beers. As he came back in, he said "No what was that you mentioned earlier...?"
"Just thinking of way to distract you," I said as I hoped my beer and took a long tug of courage.
"And what was it that you had in mind?" he said, settling back into the chair.
"This!" and with that I stood. I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and tossed it to the floor. His eyes followed my hands as they slid to my jeans I kicked off my sneakers as I popped the button open, and slowly pulled the fly down.
"Shy?" he asked as I turned slightly away from him. "Nope" I said, "just trying to keep you in suspense." He grinned as the denim slid down my legs and over my feet.
I watched his eyes drop from mine as I turned toward him and took a few steps. I could feel myself swelling. I walked to him, put a leg up on either side of the easy chair and sat. I was suspended there, balls hanging heavily. He groaned and looked up at me. "Yes, that would have been a distraction indeed."
With that I lowered my head to his mouth. We kissed deeply, tongues swirling rapidly. I sat back and began stroking my shaft, long slow strokes up and over the head, back down to cup my balls. He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs, and then reached around to cup my ass. He watched as I stroked. We kissed occasionally. The sensation of being kissed deeply while I stroke myself is intense and forces moans from me every time. We continued like this for long, long moments, no one saying a word. We did manage to unbutton his oxford shirt, and his stomach and chest were warm against the silky underside of my shaft.
I leaned back to stroke myself more, and as we watched a large droplet developed at the tip of my cock, glistening in the low light. I guided the tip of my cock and hung the droplet off his nipple. He moaned loudly as my lips and tongue flickered and licked. When the second droplet formed I hung it off his other nipple, then scooping it up on my tongue I shared the slightly salty taste with him.
