There he was, sitting on the couch in my living room. God, he was so hot...tall, buff and anxious. I didn't want to admit it but I knew what he was anxious for.
His name was Brock and there he sat on my couch, barefoot, dressed in kaki cargo pants and a tight blue t-shirt. I noticed his eyes wandering towards me. I was just in Levis shorts and a white T-shirt.
"So," Brock said, almost startling me when he broke the long, awkward silence. "You want a massage?"
The question caught me off guard more than Brock's wandering eyes. Here we were, trying to come up with some ideas for new music to write but neither of us could come up with anything we liked. Defensively, at first, I replied, "I don't see how that would help us right now. Alexis needs that material for her words and besides..."
"Besides what?" Brock asked me mischievously.
I stopped right there. Besides what, I asked myself? My shoulders were sore from the band practice earlier. I looked at Brock's face, cool and sexy as he sat there, so relaxed looking at me in a way I've never seen another man look at me before. At the time I didn't know what it meant so I just nervously turned away. Nervous at how he made me feel...at the way he looked at me, the suggestive way he sat there, as if inviting me to sit near him.
The thought of sitting on the floor, between Brock's legs while he rubbed my back and shoulders began to scare me. It scared me because I wanted to do just that. Besides, my muscles ached from the hard practice our band had done earlier that night. Naively and perhaps innocently, I succumbed to his call.
"Yeah, OK, a massage would relax me..." I finally said as I looked into his hungry eyes.
"Good," Brock smiled, "Lie down on the floor."
A zillion thoughts came rushing through my mind at once. Why did this feel so strange? Why was Brock even asking me for this?
Cautiously, I knelt down at his feet, as I lay forward down onto my belly on the floor. He was almost immediately on top of me in an almost pouncing motion. On his knees, Brock was straddling me, my legs between his as he began to knead my shoulders.
I have to admit, I've never been so turned so much in my life. I was afraid to admit it, though even to myself. So I just lay there, motionless, almost breathless as Brock started working his way down my body with his hands. When he reached my waist, I felt him grab the bottom of my t-shirt.
"This really works better without clothes," Brock said as he started to pull it up my body.
My body tensed up immediately in response.
"No, no," his smooth voice whispered above my ear. "Just relax."
Still scared I closed my eyes. Humming to himself, Brock pulled my t-shirt up over my head. I wiggled around until it was completely off. Then I almost pee my pants when he leaned over and rested his head against mine.
It was a bit uncomfortable lying on the floor the in this way. Especially when my cock began to harden, pressing down against the floor. I was glad I was on my belly, though because I didn't want Brock to see how hard he'd made me.
As if reading my thoughts, Brock started to move down my body, pressing his agile fingers against the smooth flesh of my inner thighs. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. I'd never felt this way before. I'd been with girls plenty of times, but they'd never made me feel this way.
Brock continued to move down my body, gently massaging my legs until he reached my feet. Still humming to himself, Brock worked his fingers between my toes, up against my heels, then moving his fingers softly between each toe. I felt something wet. He was licking my feet.
I was frozen. I couldn't think of anything to do or say, I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't. His touch held me still. His tongue went up against my heel and up my ankle until it finally reached my knee where my cut off Levis started.
"We won't need these, either..." Brock said. As if in a trance, I agreed with him. I felt him slid his hands under my body and unbutton and unzip my shorts. When he started pulling them down I raised my belly off the floor to help him. Together we pulled my shorts off. He rubbed his hands up against my ass, covered now by only my jockey shorts.
I could feel the pressure lifting as Brock stood up. I could hear a faint whooshing sound. My eyes were squeezed closed, as if I were afraid to look. And when Brock sat back down on me, I could feel his bare flesh against mine. I was through trying to deny this...I wanted him and I didn't care if it made me gay, perverted or what.
Then Brock turned me over onto my back.
He was now totally naked as he knelt over me and his cock was hard.
I was afraid, but I wanted to touch it.
Nervously, I reached out, wanting to see if it was real and put my fingers around it.
It was defiantly real. It was warm and soft to touch, yet hard in my grip.
It was the first time I'd ever touched another man's cock. I just lay there, staring at Brock's cock in my hand, not really thinking of anything but seeing what it looked like. It was a little bigger than mine, circumcised and definitely needing some release.
Brock smiled down at me. "I knew you wanted this," he chuckled as he ripped off my underwear.
Grabbing my hair, Brock guided my mouth to his hard cock. I looked into his eyes as my lips engulfed his swollen cock. I could feel the creases and veins of his cock caress my lips as my head bobbed over his thick shaft.
"Suck harder cocksucker," Brock laughingly demanded as I noisily slurped on his salty shaft. The taste, the feel and the scent was incredible. I was consumed by the act.
Brock held my head tight and forced his dick down my throat until tears streamed down my cheek as I fought my gag reflex.
"Suck me cocksucker," Brock wailed as his hard cock pumped in and out of my mouth.
I wasn't long until I felt his balls tighten and I knew instinctively that he was close. I was tense with anticipation. He forced his cock deeper down my throat as it started to spit. His thick cream filled my mouth as I gulped and swallowed his big load of cum like a common whore.
Brock grunted and groaned as he cummed in my mouth. "Swallow it cocksucker," he demanded as gob after delicious gob of thick goo shot from his cock.
I was trying to swallow every drop of his salty cum when I heard a female voice say, "Damn, he sucks good doesn't he."
My face reddened with shame when I looked up and Alexis was standing there watching me holding Brock's cock in my mouth. Patting me on the head, she chuckled, "Don't stop on my account sweetie. Go ahead and finish."
With the grip Brock had on my head I couldn't have stopped sucking if I'd have wanted to. When I finished swallowing my mouth came off his cock with a loud pop. "Thank you," I panted.
Standing up and leaving me lying naked on the floor, Brock walked over and gave Alexis a kiss. As I watched from the floor, Brock's hand moved up to Alexis's head and tangled in her hair. Pulling her mouth down to his, Brock kissed her deep, sucking on her lower lip and forcing a moan from deep within her.
The end...
