Some of you may know me by now, I'm pretty open about my story. I wrote this about two years ago for a guy on Lit named Brian. Now, there are a lot of guys here named Brian, but I won't tell you which one he is. The story is pure fantasy.
Or is it? Here is My Night With Brian
I had dreams a few years ago, in them I was trying to lick the head of my own cock. I kept trying until I could lick the tip. Sometimes I dreamed I was always nude. I don't know why.
I dreamed I could jerk off another guy, I dreamed I would suck a guy.
I dreamed of my wife feeding my cum to me, and of wanting it. I dreamed of her having orgasms as she fed the cum to my mouth below her. I think I also dreamed about being fucked in the ass by a soft dildo, while being jerked off.
Some years ago, I had a story about being force fed my cum after I filled her. She would be above me and I was restrained.
In the story we fucked and I begged her to feed me, she crawled higher and fucked my face, feeding my hot load back into my mouth as I licked and ate her out.
It turns out that I found out that the scenario I wrote about was influenced by a story I read by a guy named Brian.
When I realized how he influenced me, I sent him a message saying that if it wasn't for him I never would have written the story.
And so, we became friends. We wrote to each other a few times. We both had received fan mail assuming we were cock suckers. I have no idea where that came from.
I also belong to a group called guys who are straight but would also like to suck a cock, something like that..
I met another guy last year, his name was Star. I was so intrigued, I wrote a story about sucking his cock.
Not a story about finding a woman and fucking her, but of sucking his cock. And I wanted it to be really hot. I wanted the reader to feel like I was sucking him. I never published it. It was a gift for him.
In May 2010, 10 years ago, I wrote a story on Lit, after seeing photos and videos of chicks with dicks. I had never seen what I thought were beautiful women, great breasts, beautiful hair, mouths...with a dick bigger than mine.
I began to feel that if I had actually met one of these ladies, and ended up making out with one of them, (Her name was Jessie) then god damn, I'd have sucked that dick, even if I was prepared to lick a vagina, if that gal had a dick, you couldn't stop me from sucking the whole thing down my throat. And you know, she was an experienced cock sucker, and she deep throated me, that was amazing in my dream.
I fantasized that the lady was Brian from Literotica, and that he remembered me and how I complimented him on his story that was so fucking hot it made me want to taste cum.
Finally, the next year I wrote Brian, I asked what state he was from. We had a nice dialogue on iM. He said he was from Connecticut. Thats just a ferry ride across the Long Island Sound.
I asked him what he thought about chicks with dicks. He said he thought the same way I did, that if a girl you met had a dick, you might actually suck it if she looked like the video, I mean, damn.
About 7 weeks later, it turned out that I had to go to Connecticut to give an estimate on a job. I only go there two or three times a year, and because of the lateness of the ferry, I had to make it an overnight.
I remembered that Brian was from there, and i got a particular rush when I remembered him. I went onto Lit and I messaged him, "Hey, I'm going to be in your neck of the woods tonight, how's the weather?"
I packed and drove east to the ferry. When I got there, I checked my phone for messages.
"Hey, Jay, weather is nice. I guess you're going to Bridgeport. Stay at the Ramada there, it's nice. The breakfast is terrific."
I replied, "Thanks man."
I was afraid to say anything else. I wanted to drop a hint, but I couldn't think of one other than, "Hey remember that time we talked about sucking cocks, and chicks with dicks, that was some fun, eh?" So I didn't say anything more.
I got on the ferry and in fifteen minutes I was napping soundly. The ferry seemed to get there in record time.
I drove off the ferry directly to the Ramada, I could see the sign from the upper deck. I was in my room by 3:45 PM. The hotel had a nice lounge and I was in the mood to hang out there and have a steak after a few drinks.
I called my wife just to tell her where I was. We talked for five minutes. The frozen vodka martini with lemon peel was perfect.
I was watching the Mets pregame when a page came over the sound system, "Call for Mr. Richards, Mr. Jay Richards there is a call for you."
I sat up, stunned. Jay is my pen name, no one else would know that. I knew who was calling. I hesitated to take the call, knowing I might bee too scared and couldn't hide it.
I went to the phone, "Hello?" I said.
"Jay, hey it's Brian, you know..." He had a nice pleasant voice, young, clear, tenor.
"Hey, hi, how are you."
"I'm good. How do you like the rooms. Nice right?"
"Yeah, I was having a drink in the lounge."
"Are you with your wife?"
"No...I'm... alone."
"I, uhhh...I'm in the parking lot. I saw you through the window when you went to the desk for the phone. Would you mind if I came in for a drink with you?"
I don't know how to explain this to you, dear reader, but I could hardly breathe. I was so scared, all the fantasies went out the window like a flock of sparrows, just zoom, gone in five seconds.
I took a deep breath, I wasn't committing to anything. And I still had the fantasy, so I said, "Yeah, sure. C'mon I'll meet you in the lounge."
I went back to my table, took my drink and moved into a booth. I saw him approach, a little taller than my 5'7— younger, leaner, a nervous smile. If I had to put an actors name to him, he reminded me of Matt Damon in some way.
He came to the booth, I stood up and we shook hands.
When we sat, I flagged the barman. He took our drink order.
"So do I look different than you'd imagined," I said.
"Yeah, you don't look bad, he said.
"A little older than you'd thought." I said. "You, you're younger, very good looking."
"Ha, thanks I guess. So what brings you up here."
I told him about a customer we had and that I visited several times a year and all.
"So your wife let you out to visit me?"
"Well, she's at her sister's in Maine for the weekend."
Things began to make sense.
"I bet you feel funny meeting me in a bar on a night that your wife is away."
"Yeah, well my heart is about to explode."
The bartender brought the drinks.