My time with Char. Part 5
It was a sloppy dreadful rainy Thursday night in Los Angeles when Char and I were leaving work. We stood under the canopy of the building entrance deciding if we wanted to run to our cars, or try and wait the rain out a bit before heading home. It was already dark and the overhead lights lit up the parking lot. There were only a few cars in the lot, most everyone had headed home some time back.
As we stood there, Char asked me; "What do you have planned for tonight, Danny?"
"Nothing," I replied. "Was just heading home to relax."
"Want some company?" He asked. "Your place is closer than mine and I hate driving in the rain."
"Sure." I replied. "Do you wanna grab some food somewhere? I don't think I have much in the fridge."
"Yes." He replied. "Let's order something and pick it up on the way."
We stood and pondered for a while until we decided on Mexican. I called and ordered from a place by me and asked Char to follow me. We dashed through the parking lot to our respective cars, getting drench from the deluge of water that was coming down. When I saw Char was in and his car, it was started with the headlights on, I backed out and made my way to the parking lot exit. Char pulled in right behind me.
He followed me to the restaurant I ordered from and I ran in to grab our food, returning minutes later as his car sat in the lot adjacent to mine, wipers flapping, headlights showing the heavy rain we were experiencing.
Char followed me to my place and parked a few spots over. We walked quickly with our heads down, but not quite running or jogging until we hit the lobby doors. Once inside, we headed up the elevator, both dripping wet, with our clothes sticking to our skin.
We got into my place and I set the food down. I headed to my linen closet and grabbed both of us a towel to dry off with. Char and I stood there drying off. Our shirts and pants looking like we were running through a sprinkler. Our feet, socks and shoes-soaked from the puddles and water we had walked through.
"Give me your clothes." I blurted out. "I'll wash and dry everything."
Char undressed down to his underwear, giving me his pants, shirt and socks. I took mine off and headed to my washer throwing everything in.
I retrieved a set of pajamas for him, while I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. We sat down at the coffee table and started eating, enjoying our food. By the time we were done eating, we both had finally come down from the overbearing weather and stress of our day.
Char sat at the end of my couch, while I was siting next to him to his right. I was tired and I was cold, so I laid down on my left side, resting my head on his right thigh. I pulled the Afghan over me and we cuddled in watching TV. I laid there a bit just relaxing, feeling very comfortable that I was hanging with my boyfriend. But then those thought of sex, thoughts of him, thoughts of his dick and thoughts of cum, slipped into my head and I started to get turned on.
I softly and slowly was started rubbing my hand up and down his right thigh from his knee upwards. Just slowly cup and flowing with the outline of his inner thigh muscles. I shifted my head a bit further back, letting my hand have more access to his leg. Char's right hand came down and rested on the back of my head as I continued caressing his leg. I wanted that dick, I wanted it out. I wanted to be sucking on it. Inside my pants, my cock was already getting hard. It wasn't a full boner, but I was surely getting close.
I reached my hand up as far as I could as I rubbed and made it even closer and closer to his cock. I wanted to be slick and sweat and romantic about it, when in all reality I just wanted to pull his cock out and suck it. When my hand finally reached Char's crotch, he moaned lightly and opened his legs up a bit more. I was rubbing and caressing his balls and his thickening cock over the pajama bottoms. He knew what I wanted, but he was going to enjoy being caressed for a while. I felt his dick starting to get hard, the long shaft bulging in his underwear, while being held down.
I was fully erect and lightly touching myself with my other hand and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed his cock in my mouth. I lifted my head and untied the strings of the pajamas. Char lifted his hips and slid the down a bit exposing his underwear. I shifted my body slightly and pulled the underwear down, letting his partially hard cock free. I leaned my head down and with assistance from my mouth and my lips, managed to slide his cock into my mouth. How good it tasted and how hot it was sliding his partially hard cock into my mouth. Char's hands came to rest on the top of my head as I slowly bobbed up and down, bringing him to full hard-on.
I was at a bad angle trying to give him a blow job, so I shifted my body over and was up on my knees, face down sucking his throbbing cock. His light whimpers of "Oh Danny." And, "Oh yah baby". Made me even hornier than I already was. I slid my body off of the couch and onto my knees in front of him, as my hands worked on pulling off the pajama bottoms and underwear off. I climbed between his legs and just held his cock in my hand. Just in awe of feeling his hard boner in my hand. Watching myself jack him off. Loving the look of that cock between my fingers. Wanting it. Desiring it. Knowing I was becoming cock crazy, and I couldn't have been happier.
I untied the draw string from my sweat pants and pulled my cock up and out. It needed to be free of the material holding it down. I lowered my head and slid Char's cock back into my mouth and slid up and down his shaft, sucking it long and slow. This was it. I knew it. I was gay. Or even if I was still "BI", I liked cock more than pussy. I knelt on my knees for a while, sucking it, getting more and more involved with his dick and with giving blow jobs.
I pulled his cock from my mouth, holding it in my hand, looked at Char deep in his eyes and said, "Char if I would have met you 20 years ago, I would have never dated women, I would have been sucking cock my whole life."
And I meant it!
This was no secret experience in a garage, no fantasizing in my head anymore. No gay porn and toys. This was love. This was love of dick, love of giving blow jobs, love for a man. I wanted to suck dick today and everyday... I was hard as a rock giving head. Getting more turned on by sucking cock, then getting sucked off. I had accepted it. All I wanted to do sexually; was suck hid dick. Suck any dick. I just wanted dick. And I was falling in love with it.
Char's moan started increasing as I bobbed and slobbered up and down his throbbing cock. I was getting overly excited awaiting my prize. I wanted his cum! I wanted to have it oozing down my throat! I wanted it squirted on my face. I wanted it deep in my ass. I wanted it ANYWHERE he wanted to shoot it.
"Danny. Oh, Fuck Danny!" Brought me back to focusing on him.
"I'm going to cum! Danny, I'm going to cum!"
Within seconds I felt the warm, wet sicky goo hit my tongue and cheeks. I was moaning and shaking just as excited as he was, while he was cumming in my mouth. I wanted to just keep going. I wanted to just kneel there blowing him until he came again and again.
I was cupping and squeezing the tip of my cock, pulling, shaking and tugging on it. Feeling how hard and aroused I was. Char actually reached down and stopped my head from bobbing up and down. Seems I was well beyond making him cum and was sucking him too hard, in my passions of longing for more.
"Oh baby, stop for a second." He cried as his body quivered after his pleasurable release.
Char pulled me up to his face and kissed me deeply. Sweat was glistening his forehead and I could tell I had gotten him off very well.
"I'm so fucking horny for you." I mouthed through our kiss. Char pulled me in deeper as our kiss blossomed.
"Common with me," he said as he edged my body backwards, picking himself off of the couch.
Char walked me by my hand to my bedroom. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, as I was kicking off my sweatpants. Char dipped his head down and put my throbbing hard cock in his mouth. I moaned out softly as I felt his mouth take down my whole cock.
"Yah baby." Just like that I softly whispered.
Char slid backwards and forwards, sucking my cock as I stood there watching his head and black hair moving back and forth.
