“Oh fuck, Nate. Oh fuck. Oh yeah, suck my fucking cock.”
Nate’s mouth bobbed up and down my dick like a fat kid on a fudgestick. I could feel the cum beginning to boil at the base of my cock as Nate began fiddling with my balls and licking my tip over and over.
“I’m going to fucking cum. Fuck! I’m going to cum.”
Nate reacted to my exclamation, sticking as much of my dick into his mouth as he could, and began flicking the bottom of my cock with his tongue. I was so close to coming, just a few more seconds and I was going to explode. Here we go, I’m about to...
*RING RING RING*
I snapped awake in my bed, soaked in sweat and disappointed that it was, once again, only a dream. It had been three weeks since my experience with the stranger named Nate at the local golf course. Ever since then, I’ve dreamt about the same experience over and over again: him giving me one of his world-class blowjobs ‘til I loaded his mouth up with cum, and ending with him swallowing it all.
Up to this point, I had done a good job convincing myself I wasn’t gay, I was just very sexually open and I know a good blowjob when I get a good blowjob. Nate even said it himself: pizza is pizza, a football game is a football game, and a blowjob is a blowjob.
However, I was doing everything I could to convince to not go to the address Nate gave me. It wasn’t a good idea. I was dating arguably the hottest girl in Southern California and if I did anything to ruin that, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
Still though, I was dying for more action, and my girlfriend wouldn’t be home for a couple more weeks. Maybe I should just give him a call?
After taking a shower and changing into regular clothes, I decided it couldn’t hurt to just call up Nate and invite him over to watch the baseball game and eat a pizza. What’s the worst that could happen?
(an hour later)
When I called Nate, he immediately recognized my voice and asked what had taken me so long to call. I told him that I had been out of town, but he saw through the lie and reassured me that there was nothing wrong with what was going on between us: just two guys who can’t get pussy at the moment settling for some other action. After inviting over, Nate excitedly agreed and said he’d bring over a six-pack of beer if I bought the pizza. I agreed and, once we hung up on each other, I began straightening up my condo for the first time in weeks...
(three hours later)
“Fuck, dude! Holy shit!”
Nate bounced up and down, trying to keep his voice down, but his excitement was almost uncontainable.
“I mean, fuck! This is so good!”
I put my lips on the tip, not sure if I could go any longer. We’d been at this for two hours already. I mean, I love baseball and all, but I just wanted to get to the blowjob already. We could watch baseball after.
“I just can’t believe how good of a game this is!” Nate exclaimed, still glued to the television set. “If California wins this game, they’re in the playoffs! Boom, the end, that’s it! All they have to do is beat the fucking New Jersey Lions. The New fucking Jersey fucking Lions! I mean, they’re the worst team in baseball and have some guy on the mound who has only won one game all year, yet the Lions are fucking winning!”
He had a point, this was one of the better games all season, but my mind was so focused on having my cock in Nate’s mouth that I was getting incredibly antsy. All he could pay attention to was the damn game!
“By the way,” Nate asked, “How’s your beer? Does the tip taste good or something?”
I realized I had been sitting here with the tip of the beer bottle in my mouth for the past five minutes and immediately went to set it back on the table. Just when I was about to set it down though, the bottle slipped and fell to the floor. Luckily, there wasn’t any beer in it.
“Shit! Hang on, I’ll go get a rag,” I stated as I ran off for the kitchen. Just as I was about to retrieve a paper towel, I saw all of my board games sitting on the top of the shelf. While they were all mostly games that would take forever to play such as Monopoly, I suddenly had an idea.
“Hey, Nate,” I said, walking back into the living room. “Want to make this baseball game ever more interesting?” Nate looked up with a sheepish grin on his face.
“Maybe, what’d you have in mind.”
“Alright,” I still didn’t have the details completely worked out, but I figured I could wing it and come up with a pretty acceptable strip game, “you and I both know baseball pretty well, right? Well, what if we start making bets on each batter. You know, whether he’ll get a ground out, fly out, base hit, or walk.”
Nate look intrigued, “Okay, I’m down, but I don’t have any money on me right now.”
“Well,” I can’t believe I was about to do this, “I was thinking we could bet clothes. Every time one of us is wrong, we remove clothes. Then, if you’re naked and you lose, you have to give the other person a blowjob.”
Nate smiled and agreed. Game on.
(The Game)
-I decided to go first. I guessed the batter would ground out, which he did.
-Nate went next and guessed that the batter would fly out, which he appeared to be correct, until the ball kept flying all the way out for a home run.
“Shit!” Nate exclaimed, but he didn’t seem to upset to take off his shirt, revealing a pretty trim and tanned torso.
-I went next and guessed there would be a base hit, but a diving play robbed the batter of a single, and I took off my shorts.
After a few more rounds and some lucky guesses, we were both left in nothing but boxers, our shoes, socks, shirts, shorts, and hats tossed neatly to the side in a pile. It was my turn. I chose that there would be a groundout, and luckily there was.
Nate went next and chose a ground out, but the batter hit a popup! Finally, I was only one incorrect guess from Nate away from getting the blowjob I’d been wanting for weeks. As he stripped off his boxers, I got my first ever good view of his cock. Back in the bathroom stall, we were so closed in that I hadn’t really been able to see much of it, only stuff it in my mouth. It was gorgeous, tanned, thick, long, and getting pretty hard.
I guessed that there would be a groundout again. The at-bat was taking awhile, with the batter fouling off pitch after pitch. By the eleventh pitch, I was barely even paying attention anymore, staring straight up at the ceiling and hoping I’d be getting a blowjob soon.
Just then, I feel something grab at my boxers. I looked down to see Nate pull them off and start sucking my dick.
“Look, man,” Nate says, “I love baseball and all, but I’ve been wanting to blow you since the second I walked in the door. You just seemed so into baseball and all that I didn’t want to interrupt.” I laughed. Both of us wanted this to happen for the last two hours.
Nate went right back to work on my cock, sucking it for a few seconds, then spitting on it and jerking it off with his big, muscly hand. I was amazed at how easily he was able to fit my large penis in his mouth so easily. After he climbed up onto the couch next to me, I began to jerk him off as well, stroking his smooth cock over and over while he sucked on mine. His mouth felt so warm going up and down my dick and I had to have more. I stood up and led him onto his knees in front of me and told him to open his mouth. Once he did, I began to fuck his face, hard and fast. He must’ve lacked a gag reflex, because no matter how deep I went, he never gagged or attempted to stop me, only massaging my cock with his tongue over and over.
After a couple more minutes, he stood up and pushed me onto my knees and shoved his gigantic dick into my mouth. It tasted so good. His cock was covered in pre cum and I could tell he wasn’t going to last very long. I sat back and began jerking him off. When I looked up he was looking straight at the ceiling, his eyes rolled back.
“Oh shit, dude. That feels fucking incredible.”
I could feel his dick starting to tense up when he suddenly pulled me off of him and bent over the couch.
“Fuck me, man. Fuck me right now!” He screamed
I froze. Sure, a blowjob is a blowjob, but Nate was asking me to literally stick my dick into another guy’s ass. I was pondering the concept for a few seconds when Nate screamed again.
“Just fucking do it! I need your fucking cock in me right now!”
Fuck it, I thought. The idea of fucking something for the first time in a couple months was too enticing to pass on. I spit on my dick, covered it in saliva, slid it into his ass, then began pounding Nate.
“Oh fuck! Oh my god! This feels fucking amazing! Give it to me harder!”
Right when I started giving it to him as hard as I possibly could, the light in the living room magically flicked on.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?!”
My girlfriend was standing in the kitchen doorway, luggage in hand...
