I’ll tell you more about how I met Harry another time. Arguably the best part of his story is also the end, but for now, here’s one of my favourite stories involving Harry.
Harry was at Uni in my home town and lived just up the road in a shared house, 21, blonde, 5’8, swimmers build, with a nice chest and nipples, 7” and very thick cock. I always love to watch him fuck.
We met up one night after I finished work and went out for our usual set of drinks in the local bars. He was having some trouble with his studies and needed to let off steam and I was pretty sure he also wanted me to fuck his brains out but he brushed it off when I mentioned it - it usually meant he didn't. We had an on off FWB friendship. Always friends, who occasionally used each other for the benefits, sometimes with others.
I’m Christian, 26, 6’1, gym three times a week with a 38” chest, 30” waist good pecs and almost a six-pack. At the time, I was really proud of my body and it got me a lot of attention. Well it was either that or my 8.5” cock that was usually swinging about as I went commando.
It was a Wednesday night so the bars were reasonably busy with students and some suits. Plenty of eye candy but nothing worth us chasing.
We were sat at the bar putting the world to rights (and by that point, we’d already put away at least 3 pints each) when this girl walks up and asks if we’ll buy her a drink. Now I’m forever being ‘complemented’ by guys on not looking, acting or sounding gay. I always want to reply ‘Thank you. I thought you were gay. You definitely don’t act, look or sound straight’, but manners prevent it. Harry on the other hand, you can spot from a mile off with ear defenders and a blindfold. He’s not camp or loud, he’s just the type of cute guy where anyone’s gaydar would flash instantly.
Anyway, this girl gets talking and flirting with me and Harry is clearly getting jealous. I’m not sure if it’s at me or at her but he’s got a face on him that’s just says ‘will you fuck off bitch?’. I smile at him when I see the look on his face and politely send her packing by introducing my ‘boyfriend’. She was gone within 30 seconds, red faced, returning to her friends who immediately burst out laughing.
Harry had had enough.
‘Can we go now? Let’s just go have a drink in the Queens Head. There’s bound to be a lad in there that will suck us off.’
‘I didn’t think that was the idea for tonight. Haven’t you got lectures in the morning?’
Harry just rolled his eyes and downed his whole pint, grabbed his coat and walked to the door.
As we walked out into the cool air, the impact of the drink hit both of us. Wobbling all over the place, we joked about how horny we were and how we both needed some twink to hang off our dicks before the night was over.
We walked up to the Queens Head, our local gay pub with the expectation that there would be some talent in there.
We were very, very wrong. It was drag queen bingo. I have some very good drag queen friends but Wednesday night bingo isn’t usually a hotbed of twink action. All the regulars were there enjoying themselves. We definitely weren’t going to get any in here!
Once again, Harry had a suggestion to save the night.
‘Let’s just go to yours and get a bottle of wine.’
‘We can but we’ll have to keep it down. Ian will be home and already in bed.’
Ian was my straight housemate. We had house rules about bringing people back - do what you like, just don’t wake him up - he only ever brought 2 girls back in the two years I lived with him and he knew what I was like.
‘Oh yeah, mr closet gay. I promise not to make a sound. I also promise to sleep on the sofa in my boxers, flash him my morning wood and fuck him before he goes to work.’ Harry got severe beer goggles sometimes but that was a little extreme. Ian wasn’t much to look at. I heard him fuck those girls and they definitely faked it. You could tell by the headboard banging on the wall that he lacked technique, despite being a few years older than me. The girls never stayed the night. I’d have thought he’d have picked up a few tips from listening to me fuck through his bedroom wall.
We got back to mine at 11pm. Ian was already asleep in his room. Harry and I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and headed to the lounge.
We drank the bottle pretty quickly, carrying on our conversation about nothing specific. Harry started grabbing his crotch, clearly getting the horn.
‘Get your cock out. I need to see it.’
‘No. It’s late, I have work and you have lectures.’
‘Please sir. Please let me suck your dick.’
Now, there’s a few things you need to know about Harry. He claims to be an alpha. Actually he’s a total omega who wishes he was an alpha. Sure, he can dom with the best of us but deep down, he longs to be controlled and owned. I’ve always been the alpha in our friendship but I respect him too much to push it when he’s in one of his ‘alpha’ moods. Tonight wasn’t one of those occasions.
‘You sure you can handle it? I haven’t fucked anything in a week.’
That wasn’t true, it was normal for me to cum 2-3 times a day and I’d knocked three out today. Breakfast, lunch and mid-way through the afternoon when one of the fit lads at work was telling me in graphic detail about how his girlfriend ‘noshed him off’ in his car last night. Listening to that over the desk resulted in a quick trip to the bog before I could concentrate again.
Harry let out a little whimper, giving me puppy dog eyes as he squeezed his growing cock through his jeans.
‘Please sir. I need it. I need to please you.’
I made Harry strip naked. I lived in a flat on the first floor and it was easy for anyone to look in our window and see straight into my lounge from the street or the other flats around us. The humiliation and potential of being spotted always got Harry worked up. Harry never broke eye contact - he knew it wasn’t advisable to - and within seconds, his clothes were in a heap on the floor and he sat on the sofa with his fat cock standing to attention and leaking precum. I remained fully clothed with my hardening dick growing down the leg of my suit trousers.
Just then, Ian’s bedroom door opened and Harry’s eyes widened and darting towards his boxers on the floor.
‘Stay as you are.’ I whispered.
He obeyed. Not doing so would mean he wouldn’t get my dick in him for a while, no matter how much he begged. I knew exactly how to punish him.
Ian went into the bathroom, took a piss and returned to his bedroom. All the while, Harry’s cock was leaking like a tap and he was petrified Ian would walk in and see him exposed.
‘Please fuck me sir. I need you inside me.’
‘Suck my dick and show me how much you need it, faggot.’
Dropping the f bomb was the last straw for him. Every time I used that word, he melted into complete submission. He was mine to do whatever I wanted with. My own live sex toy. I loved watching him fuck but I also used the f bomb to make him take dick like a champ from a few of our hookups.
I once got him to strip at work and walk round the empty office, taking pictures of himself with his hole wide open, bent over his desk with his office PC clearly visible in the background. I own him.
He got on his knees, moved between my legs and looked at me for approval. I made him wait, never breaking eye contact and eventually nodded my approval.
He dove into my crotch, licking the end of my dick, down my trouser leg. Once he’d got it wet enough so he could properly taste my precum, he licked up the shaft until he got to my flies. Keeping eye contact, he tentatively opened the zip and buried his nose in my pubes, taking a long, deep breath in.
‘You lied sir. You’ve already cum today. I can smell it. Who was it?’
‘That’s none of your business. It just means you’ll have to work harder to get my load in you, doesn’t it?’
He let out another whimper. ‘Yes, sir.’
He manoeuvred my cock out of my trousers and admired my foreskin which was holding a lot of precum. He pushed out his tongue and swirled it inside, lapping up everything he could find and letting out a moan of lust as he swallowed it. He slowly pulled back my foreskin, exposing the head and wanked me with both hands. I know how to use him and he knows how to pleasure me to the point where I can’t hold back.
He wanked me slowly, occasionally licking my cock from base to tip. Looking me in the eye, a smile came to his lips. As he got to the tip, he engulfed me completely. In one smooth motion, he took all 8.5 rock hard and thick inches down his throat.
I grabbed the back of his head and held him down, watching as his eyes started to water and panic flashed across his face for a second. As I held him, he knew he was about to choke on me and I wasn’t going to let go until I was ready.
I felt his throat contract around my dick, his eyes going red and closing for a second as he choked hard and loud on my dick. I finally let him up for air and he gasped, leaving my dick and trousers covered in spit.
‘Assume the position.’
He knew that meant to go to my room and get on all fours.
I fucked him deep, hard and loud for over an hour before finally dumping my load in him. He screamed as he shot his load while I pounded his hole and filled him until my cum was dripping down his balls. I half expected Ian to bang on the wall but he was silent. As we collapsed on the bed, we almost instantly fell asleep.
My alarm went off at 7:30. Ian was already up and about, getting ready for work. He always left around 7:45 so I knew it wouldn’t be long before we had the place to ourselves again.
I had plenty of time but Harry needed to leave soon if he was going to make his first lecture. I looked over and he had a shit eating grin. He instantly dove under the covers and before I could say anything, he swallowed my cock whole again and was doing his best to get a reaction out of me. I resisted, not wanting to make it fucking obvious to Ian what was going on in my room.
Harry had other ideas, teasing my hole while expertly pushing my buttons as he always did. I held back until I saw it was 7:50 and assuming that Ian had already left, flipped Harry on his front and pounded him in to next week. I repeatedly pile drove his hole with my full weight, forcing my cock into him with all my might and making him scream my name and begging me to fuck him harder. The more he begged, the harder and deeper I drove my cock into his hungry hole. We were both dripping with sweat and I could feel my balls pulling up, ready to fire my first load of the day deep into his waiting guts.
‘Shit, I’m gonna cum.’ I shouted.
Harry knew me well and knew what was coming next but before I got a chance to fire it off, he lifted himself up on all fours, slipped off my cock, spun round 180 degrees and deep throated me while tugging gently on my balls.
The next thing I knew, I was firing volley after volley of my morning load into his stomach. The combination of last nights fucking, his arse juices, my cum and his spit coating the inside of his gullet as he tried desperately not to gag and hold everything down - including my still throbbing cock. The gagging noises coming from him and his throat contractions around my dick kept me solid as a rock.
When he finally came up for air, he gasped, desperate to breathe.
I slapped his arse hard and he grinned at me with his hair all over the place and sticking to his forehead along with most of what he tried to swallow just a minute before.
Looking at the clock, I realised it was 8:15 - we were both going to be late now.
Moments later, Ian’s bedroom door opened and slammed shut again. Very quickly followed by the front door opening and closing. I looked out into the street to see Ian’s car speeding up the road. Not only did he hear everything, he stayed to listen to every last second of it.
‘I knew he was a closet gay. He loved that show as much as I loved giving it to him. I knew he was still home.’
‘You little shit.’ I laughed as I poked him in the ribs.
Harry and I showered separately and got ready to leave. I dropped him at uni before arriving at work almost an hour late.
For the rest of the day, I couldn’t help wondering about what Ian was doing in his room while we were fucking.
When I got home, he wasn’t back yet. We never went into each others rooms but I couldn’t resist. Then I found it. Down the side of his bed, there was a huge pile of used tissues all piled up. You could tell they were fresh from this morning / last night. I left his room, closed his door and went to make dinner.
20 minutes later, Ian walked into the flat as if nothing had happened. He never mentioned it. It made me think he’s listened to me fucking before. Nice!
