Minutes must have passed, my hand clutching the neck of the bottle tightly, the smooth glass beneath my fingers when I felt warm breath against my neck. I tensed and my breath caught in my lungs. I set the bottle down as gently as I could as I felt his hands on my sides. I closed my eyes, I tried to picture exactly what was happening in my mind as it was happening. His soft, whispering voice only sent me further into this state of desire I was experiencing.
"I know you want me Kenneth. I've seen the way you look at me. You try to tell me you're straight but I'll be damned if I've ever seen you look at a girl the way you look at me." he ended his statement with a flick of his tongue to my ear, sending a surge of electricity through my body. I didn't want to open my eyes, I didn't want to turn around, but I had to breathe. And I finally did, exhaling a long breath.
His hands started to work down my sides, slowly, as he leaned into me more than before. I could feel his chest pressing against the backs of my shoulders as his hands started inwards on my body, knowing that they would meet right over my hardening cock. I was soon to be discovered, my act, my true feelings, my lies were all about to be exposed along with my hard on. So I turned around, quickly, feeling almost as if I had just burst through a barrier of time. My eyes could not meet his, I stared at his collar bone as I spoke.
"Yes, Jack. I'm as queer as they come. You've been right all along. Congratulations." It was an admission of defeat. I had played his game and he had played mine and in the end I lost. He found out who I really was no matter how hard I tried to hide it. He might not have even meant to find it out but he did, and in a drunken stupor at that. My hand trailed away from the glass it had lingered on and now lay flat on the countertop, the silence of the room buzzing in my ears as I waited for whatever would happen next. A laugh, a victory dance, perhaps both at the same time.
In one hesitant movement he leaned in and placed his lips against mine. It was not the first time, as I said before, but it was moving. It wasn't a kiss to try to get me to react, to get me to confess to something he wanted to hear. This was a kiss of passion, the kind that sent me swirling into an entirely different state of mind. Never had I been kissed with such feeling and after my initial shock of such a movement I returned it. I parted my lips slightly and took his bottom lip between my own, tasting the wine left against the inside of his lip. My cock strained against the confines of my pants and my hands gripped the slippery surfaced counter.
His tongue pressed in through my lips, unexpectedly but not unwelcomed. The bump of the metal through his tongue clicked against my teeth, pressing in faster then I accepting what was happening. Involuntarily it seemed, my mouth opened to greet him, my own tongue reaching for his, the tips touching, our tongues twisting around one another's. And then the utter desire finally swept over me. I leaned into him, pushed my tongue forth, and we dueled the most intense, passionate duel of my life. I reached out and placed a hand to his side, drawing him into me. He moved without reluctance, his hands going to cup the sides of my face. My hand slid down to feel his ass, another surge of want coursing through my body. Our lower bodies pressed together and I could feel his erection as well.
In an instant after the kiss ended his mouth was on my neck. I threw my head back and felt my body sinking a little, overcome with a sensation of pleasure. He nibbled and then sucked, I could almost feel the skin bruising in his mouth and I wanted to rub myself against him, to try to relieve some of my pent up tension. He worked lower and kisseed along my collar bone as his hands trailed down my chest, tweaking at my nipples and then pressing against my stomach. I inhaled sharply as I knew what he was after. I wasn't sure if I was ready, if I could do that just yet. Before I could say anything though he unfastened my pants, drew down the zipper, and freed my cock from behind the thick material of denim.
Pushing a hand up under my shirt I felt him tracing the lines of definition in my stomach, his other hand wrapping around my tool. The friction of my boxers against my hardness caused me to lurch a little, pressing into his hand as I gasped with pleasure. It was the exact opposite reaction I had meant to make. I wanted to pull away and tell him to stop but instead I was now pushing into his hand and encouraging him any way I could. I felt his mouth against my bare stomach in one minute and in the next it was at the elastic of my boxers, pulling them down over the head of my cock. All that came to mind at that minute was 'Talent. He definately has talent.'
My tool throbbed, his mouth hovered over it, and up until this point in my life I had only imagined what it would be like to be with another man. Seconds later my questions were answered as I felt the head of my tool slip into his warm, slick mouth. It was ecstacy, pure and simple. I know I let out a moan, even though I had meant to keep all noises to myself for fear of looking too eager, too ambitious. His tongue worked over my soft flesh with a skill uncomprehendable to my perverse mind. The constant circling of my member by his tongue left me with little will power whatsoever, the last of which I had pushed inwards. He didn't seem to mind though as he just bobbed lower and lower until I actually felt myself tap the back of his throat. I muttered to myself and finally decided to let my friend in on the fact that I was about to shoot my load down his throat. A mental debate rushed through my mind at the very last second. I was sure if I pulled back hard and fast I could get out of his mouth and he wouldn't have to swallow. He continued his efforts and I just let go, feeling the warmth shoot through my swollen cock in thick, long spurts, gasping and panting and leaning my weight against the counter so I would not collapse. I hadn't come that hard in forever. The energy was draining from me and so the only natural thing I could think to do was sink to my knees, escaping the pleasure of his mouth as I went.
I attempted to loosen his belt but in all honesty, my fingers were a little shaky. I was both nervous and excited, spent and horny. I wanted to give back to him what he had just given me. Naturally I grew rather frustrated in a short period of time and was thankful when he removed it for me in two simple movements. I was able to regain my composure and managed to get his pants unfastened in a reasonable amount of time. I slowly slid them off his narrow hips and took in the sight before me. Slowly I pulled his boxers away from his body and over his erection. I had assumed we would be about the same size, being about the same height and all, and was pleasantly surprised. He was actually an inch or two more and thicker than I had pictured. Apprehension struck as I tried to figure out how I was going to take all of him in my mouth but before I could back out I saw the object of my lust. A pearl of precum had emerged and without even thinking my tongue slipped from between my lips and licked it up.
With my hands on his hips I leaned in and licked again at the head of his cock. And then I took my first cock. I tongued at him lightly and then imitated his motions, swirling my tongue around and running the tip of it against the sensitive ridge of skin. Holding him still proved to take effort as I could feel him wanting to plunge deep into my throat. Knowing I couldn't take it though I just worked on getting as much of it in as I could. I used my tongue to press him up to the roof of my mouth and then slide him out entirely. Slipping him back in I let my tongue roll over the treat in my mouth, again able to feel the urgency in his sporatic movements. His hands were on my head, winding my hair lightly around his fingers. Bobbing lower, I found that I could take in more than I initially thought I could.
"More Kenneth. Please." While I knew he was close and was going to need something else to send him over I really couldn't offer any more without gagging. He started rocking lightly and I pulled away from him, licking at him eagerly until I looked up and finally spoke.
"It's...my first time Jack." I nearly dropped my eyes, almost feeling ashamed for not being able to give him what he gave me but then I would have missed his reassuring smile.
Wrapping his fingers around his own tool he guided it back to my mouth which I opened willingly. Mostly I just held my head still and let him fuck me as he saw fit. He would thrust in a little deeper and I would concentrate on breathing, exhaling, and not choking. I really didn't mind, I liked being used like this, I liked being used by him. All at once he dropped his hand from his cock and placed it on top of my head, along with his other. I felt his fingers dig into my scalp and I raised my hands to his ass, giving a little squeeze as I sucked on him for all I was worth. His low grunting drove me wild as he gave one final thrust as deep into my mouth as he could. Holding himself there as I felt him explode first, then tasted the sweet salty reward for my efforts. Unable to swallow everything he unloaded into my mouth I felt a small mixture of seed and saliva dribble out the corner of my mouth. While I was able to wipe the cum from my mouth, I was uanble to wipe the smile from my face.
"My experience with wine, Jack, is rather good."
