This is a fantasy. Yes, it's based on some intimacies between a good friend and mine, but this particular event hasn't happened. Keep in mind this is a story about two young men having sex. It's not a great novel nor is it a very quick quickie. It's my first publication on this site and I pray to get some positive feedback! And now, to the story:
My name is Blake, and I've always loved storms. They're so mysterious and powerful. I love the many colors lightning may come in. The most interesting yet was bright pink and pale purple bolts flashing in mad dashes and aerial gashes across the black sky outside my narrow bedroom window.
My neighbor and one of my closest friends, Keith, said he liked rain but didn't like it when lightning would knock the power out. He was always alone and would get scared or bored, depending on the storm. Today, when the thunder started to roll, he called and asked if he could come and spend the night so he wouldn't be alone. I said fine. My parents didn't mind. They didn't know that I was gay (yet) so they didn't oppose to me having a boy in the house, alone. I would tell them when I turned 18 and could sleep with men anyways. I mean, I'm no whore, I'm stilla virgin, but I wouldn't be able to kiss a boy let alone blow him until his eyes bugged out.
I'm about six foot, one inch. I'm kinda lumpy but not fat. I'd say about 190 lbs. My entire body is hairy except my crotch. It got way too hairy for me so now I shave it. My hair is shoulder length and I straighten it religiously, even during stormy weather. Otherwise, Shirley Temple would have less impressive curls. Keith is about three inches shorter than I and a few pounds lighter. He has a round, happy face and hair two milimeters long. His skin is the color of dark chocolate, but his face, especially his lips, are more milk chocolate. His eyes are a dull green. They seem to do more contemplating than Keith does. Its not that he's smart, he's just way more impulsive. He moved here 6 months ago and within two he showed me pictures of his limp cock for fun. It was easily 3 inches longer than mine, and thicker. For a nine inch wonder, he didn't seem to have problems fitting it into places - both male and female.
He never openly hit on me. Flirt and joke, yeah, but that was mutual. We were friends and could talk, and I was fine with that... okay, that's bullshit, I wanted that cock so bad... I not only wanted my chocolate cake, I wanted to eat it to!
So, my mother and stepdad left until the next day to drop my little half brother off with Dan's parents. They lived four hours away so they were gonna stay the night and let Jake stay there for a few weeks. He's an annoying runt and I was grateful they were all gone.
I'm not a very brave person so I just assumed I'd fantasize about taking advantage of Keith, and then jerk off in the bathroom after he went to sleep. When he got here, we played some video games, ending up in a tie against each other, and towards one in the morning, we were in the middle of watching some stupid softcore porn - the kind where you don't see anything except the woman's breasts? Well, lucky for me there were two men as well, one of them drilling the man drilling the woman. They were moaning pretty loud and I noticed Keith not really bothering to hide his erection... while sitting with me on the plushy pleather couch in my room. The lightning was flashing outside over the in-ground pool, causing lights I wish I could get rid of, but my room has no curtain. It broke off a few years ago and we never replaced it.
Eventually, the threesome were reaching a really loud, and really phony climax. How cliche it was that a huge, stone shattering, ripping crack smashed over my house and the lights went out as if they died of fright. I heard Keith gasp.
