Maybe it was fate. I don’t know why they insisted that I, the only gay guy in the group, be selected to drive Nathan home? Not that I didn’t mind being around him. He was, by far, the hottest guy in my group of friends, some of which knew I had a hard on for him for quite some time. Someday I might know the reason if I want. But, the more I think on it, the less I want to know. I simply want to bask in the memory of that night. And the almost a dozen that followed.
The Friday started off like any other: work, gym, home. But, instead of going out, my friends all decided to get together and meet up at Brandy’s place. She didn’t live too far away – about twenty minutes or so outside the city. The weather was warm, but not hot or humid like the past couple of weeks. When I got home from work, I tossed in some laundry and hit the shower. Once clean, I dried the clothes and prepped myself for a fun evening of drinking, foods, laughs and relaxation.
There were only fifteen or so people in attendance – most of which I knew. I was happy to see Nathan. Truth be told, I prepped myself a bit more, knowing Nathan would be there. I smiled, internally, watching him make his way through the crowd. My smile turned to an eye roll when I saw his girlfriend, Sara, put her arms around him, owning him. He could do so much better than her, even another women would be better!
“Whatcha’ thinking?” Mary asked me, snapping me out of my stare.
“Nothing really” I lied.
Mary’s eyes followed mine. “Oh. I see” she replied with a smile. “We need to get you a man!”
“Who you telling?!?” I replied with a smile.
The night progressed, I forgot about Nathan as we all laughed, drank and enjoyed the night as the sun went down. Living outside the city, it’s darker than many expect. But I enjoyed it.
An hour or so later, the calmness was broken by screaming and yelling. We all turned and watched Sara and Nathan have yet another one of their screaming matches. Well, more so Sara than Nathan. She seemed to like all the attention on here – even when it wasn’t good attention. After a couple minutes, she stormed off. The girls all rallied to her side as they tend to do, trying to comfort their friend. Nathan came towards the fire and sat down next to me. While not close, we were friendly with each other, though he had no idea how I lusted after him.
“What’s up?” I asked innocently.
“I’m so over her” he replied. My ears perked up.
“Oh yeah? What happened?” I asked, sitting up from my adirondack chair.
“She… it’s not worth even talking about it” he replied.
“Matt!” I heard someone yell from behind me. “Come here!” I looked at my phone; 11:41PM. Well, it was a good night, I thought to myself as I stood up and walked back to the group of girls, all glaring at the Nathan, burning hate holes in the back of his head.
“You’ve got to get him out of here” the told me.
“Why?” I asked.
“He just needs to go!” Jamie said. If looks could kill, Nathan would have been dead ten times over. I sighed.
“Fine. Great party!” I replied as I walked back to Nathan.
“Hey man. You wanna get out of here?” I asked, not expecting his response.
“Absolutely” he said, standing up. “But I didn’t drive.”
“I’ll give you a lift” I replied.
I ushered him past the ‘group of judgement’, still not sure what was happening. We got in my car and we pulled out. “What the hell happened back there? Those girls want to crucify you!” I asked.
“Sara is such a drama queen” he replied. I raised my eyebrows in an ‘affirmative’ manner in the darkness of the car but didn’t say anything.
“How so?” I inquired.
“We haven’t had sex in months” he started.
“Damn! Why not?” I asked, honestly wondering. If I were her, I’d be riding that man three or four times a day. He wouldn’t have any liquids left inside him!
“I think she’s been sleeping around” he admitted.
“That sucks. Sorry to hear that” I replied.
“She’d been drinking and that tends to prime her pumps, if you know what I mean” he said.
Ew.
“And all I asked for was a blow job tonight! What’s wrong with that?” he declared.
“Not a thing” I answered.
“You gay guys. You have it so good” he said. I busted out laughing.
“What?!?” I asked.
“Guys are always horny. You can get it anytime you want!” he said.
“Well, some of us have standards.”
“Yeah. I know. I just mean…” he turned towards me in his seat. “It has to be easier for you, right?”
I smiled. “I’ve not had sex in almost seven weeks” I admitted. I don’t normally talk about this stuff to people.
“Damn. That sucks!” he said, turning back around.
“You have no…” I stopped.
“What?” he asked.
“I was going to say you have no idea, but it seems you do! We’re in the same boat!” This caused us both to laugh realizing the irony of the situation. Then we went silent for a few minutes.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked. Oh god.
“Sure” I replied, swallowing hard.
“Do guys give better blow jobs?” he asked.
“It has been my experience that this is mostly true” I said. “But a bad one is better than no one.”
“True that!”
More silence. Then he said “I was just so horny. The drink, the warm night, the fact that I’ve been saving up for almost two months…. I just wanted some relief.”
“I hear ya” I replied.
“You horny, too?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. Where was this going? And do I want to go there? Would it be awkward?
“Of course – almost always.” We drove in silence for a couple more minutes until he said “Can you pull over here. I really have to piss.”
I pulled off onto a dirt entrance to a field.
“You gotta’ go, too?” he asked. “You had some drink back there.”
“Uh yeah. I could go for some relief” I said. We stood at opposite ends of the car and relieved ourselves. Seems I had to go more than Nathan did as I heard mine hit the ground and nothing from the other end of the car. I turned and saw Nathan standing, facing me, his half hard dick in his hands, stroking it.
It took a couple seconds for my brain to register what was happening.
“Man, I just can’t control it” he said.
“Yeah, I can see that” I replied, my own dick swelling. I’ve known Nathan for a few years and have never seen much of him without clothing. I know he has nice legs and arms, but other than his handsome face which always had stubble, I knew little of his body. And now, here he was, a bit after midnight, on the side of a country road, with his dick not only out but pointed directly at me.
“You know” he said, slowly running his hand down to his shorts, then back to its head, then back down again, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Tell what?” I asked, my own shorts screaming at the beast they were trying to hold back.
“You give me a blow job” he said quietly.
“What would I get in return?” I asked, calling his bluff. He walked towards me, his shoes making crunching noises on the gravel.
“Whatever you want” he replied. Many would think this a joke, but I could see on his moonlit face, he was serious.
“Nate…” I started. He reached out and grabbed my crotch.
“See, I knew you wanted it. I’ve known for some time” he said.
“Known…what?” I asked, playing stupid.
“Come on man. Don’t play stupid” he said, his dick reflecting the moonlight as it bounced. “I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me all these years. I’m not blind. And, to be honest, I’ve always wanted to give it a go with you.”
My mouth hit the ground. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All sounds of crickets and the slight breeze seemed dulled at this moment.
“What?” I honestly asked.
“I’ve fooled around with guys in the past – in college and high school. And I liked it” he said.
“But Sara…?”
“Sara’s not here. You are. You and me. Out here, in the dark. Alone. Two guys, alone, horny and hard. So… what are we going to do about it?”
I stood there as he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, then my boxers. My half hard dick rolled out, thankful to be free.
“Shit man!” he exclaimed. “I never knew you had such a monster!” The adoration stroked my ego.
“If I’m honest. In the past, usually I’m the smaller of the two in the room” I replied.
“No shit? Damn. I’ve never been with someone bigger than me” he replied as he reached down and wrapped his hand around me. His warm hand felt good, and my dick saluted his touch.
I watched as he bent down, his knees resting on the gravel. He didn’t seem to mind. He pulled my dock up to his face, its swollen head wet with precum. I shuddered as he rubbed the liquid around the overly sensitive head and behind his flared ridge, causing it to grow even more. He held it, watching it grow to its full size, then he slid it into his mouth. After a couple seconds of trying, he was able to get most of me in his mouth. His lips clamped down on it and he started sliding it in and out of his mouth. While good, it wasn’t great, but the overall feeling was helped by the fact it was Nathan, not some random hookup guy.
He finally pulled off, the cooler-than-his-mouth air hitting it. I watched the moonlight glisten off the shaft as he stood up.
“How was that?” he asked. I smiled.
“Good” I said.
“Just good?” He seemed annoyed.
“Let me show you ‘great’” I said.
I bent down, putting my own knees in the same spot his were moments ago. I looked at his cock closer now. It was a decent size, with an upward curve. What surprised me was the amount of hair around it. I always took Nathan for a trimmer. But he wasn’t, which was a good thing.
I cupped his hairy sack as I slid my hand from the head to the base. I could feel the blood pump through it. I reached around with my left hand and grabbed his ass. It was hairy, which surprised and delighted me. Placing his head in my mouth, I rolled my tongue around it, lubing it up, then slowly slid my mouth down until my nose was nestled in amongst his pubes. I ran my right hand up his thigh to his flat, hard stomach, following the trail of hair. As the hair stopped, my hand continued up, finding another patch between his pecs. I kept him in my mouth as I moved over and found a hairy nipple, tweaking it slightly. He exhaled as his body shook somewhat. As I pinched that nipple, I pulled back from him, allowing the cooler air to caress his veiny shaft until his head popped out and slapped up against his stomach. I released his nipple and stood up, face to face with him.
I studied his stubbled face, his eyes that were so brown they looked black and demonic. He smiled.
“Is that it?”
“Is that a challenged?” I asked. He shrugged. “I guess so!”
I grabbed his wet and shiny dick by the base hard and turned him towards the car, pushing him up against it, spreading his legs further apart. With my right hand, I wrapped a few fingers around his ball and shoved my mouth down on him. Once fulling on him, I slide a finger around his crack and found his hole. I felt his body tense up and before he could say or do anything, I slide my index finger into him. He gasped as he tensed up body relaxed against the car. Clamping down on his cock, I moved my head back and forth as I searched for, and found, his prostate. He groaned and whined in a way that was unbecoming of such a masculine man, which turned me on even more.
I rested my finger on his internal organ as I rammed my face into his almost violently. His breathing increased more and more. I started rubbing his prostate with my finger as I slowed my sucking, enjoying his now oozing shaft. I sensed he was close and, since my knees were now sore (but in a good way) I started massaging his prostate harder and faster, while slowing my sucking even more. He grabbed the side of my head and I knew he was close. I clamped my lips down around the base of his cock, his pubes scratching my nose and rubbed and pressed against him inside.
“Uhh…” he screamed, loud enough to wake the dead. Then he unleashed wave after wave of his man juice. His cock pulsed in my mouth a second after his hole clamped around my finger. As his ejaculate slowed to a free flow river, I rolled my tongue around his cock, sending waves of extasy through his body as I swallowed the remainder of his little swimmer. He legs started to buckle so I pulled off and out of him quickly as he caught himself.
“Holy…mother of god!” he whispered, almost hoarse. “That was… better than sex!” he admitted as I stood up, facing him.
“I know a thing or two” I said, wiping my mouth. He looked down at the dick drool I left on the dirt road.
“Should I?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Only if you want to” I replied. To which he dropped and placed me in his mouth almost before I finished the sentence.
I held his head and ran myself in and out of his mouth. I wasn’t sure if it was ‘the moment’ or what, but this time, he was much better than before, though I noticed his hands were absent from my legs, thighs or ass. No matter. Having waited for this for years, I knew I was close.
“You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to” I managed to mutter between breaths. He groaned something inaudible.
“Oh Nate. I’m gonna shoot” I warned him, expecting him to pull off. But he didn’t. I dumped several weeks of load into his mouth – more than he could handle as I watched some spill out of his mouth. I released his head as my own session slowed. I looked down and noticed not only was I still in his mouth, but he was also jacking himself! I pulled out, my wet dick sliding out of those sexy lips, sending one last wave of electricity through my body.
He sat back, looked up at me and, with a mouth full of my seed, groaned as he sent another load of spunk up in the air. I watched as shot after shot of white matter shot up, then splattered on the ground. It seemed there was more this time than last time.
As his hand slowed, stopping right at the ridge of his flared head, I watched him swallow my last deposit as he exhaled. He smiled then stood up, shaking the last remnants of fertilizer from his softening cock.
“Amazing” he replied. “Best I’ve even had!”
I laughed, almost in agreement with him as we both stuffed ourselves back in our shorts. As I walked around to the driver’s door, we looked at each other over the top of the car and both smiled.
As we drove away, in silence, I could still taste him in my mouth, though somewhat disappointed I wasn’t able to catch that second load as well.
“I always cum more the second time” he said breaking the silence.
“I noticed.”
“You’re a good teacher” he said.
“You’re a good student” I honestly replied.
“I’m up for more teaching if you are” he said.
“What about Sara?” I asked, looking over at him.
“She doesn’t have to know.”
And she never found out about that night or any other night Nathan and I shared.
