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Forbidden FruitBy KewtieboyA fun childhood, great time at school with lots of friends, a love of football, and all the things young, healthy teenagers liked. That had been my life. I left school at 16 with a few minor certificates and just enough brains to keep me in a white collar job in a large insurance company. I had been there for two years and, though I had lost contact with many of my old school friends, had some new friends from work who shared my love of life, football and Saturday nights on the town. We were just healthy lads!The office was not only a large one, but also a young one. Many of my colleagues were in the 17 to 25 bracket. Many of us socialized either by our drinking nights out on the “pull,” which tended to be Friday or Saturday, or by the football match trips on Saturday when the local team was playing at home. I liked my mates and we had a many a laugh when we all went out on the town and perhaps one managed to pick up a girl or sometimes all of us did. Sometimes we got a shag at the end of it, sometimes none of us and more likely only some of us, but it was all healthy fun. Sex for me was an occasional score with some pretty thing I picked up half drunk on a Saturday and sometimes it was nothing more than my regular wank while I fantasized.You want to know what I fantasized about don’t you? Well strangely enough my biggest fantasy was being in a group with my mates (or at least some of them) and we all had a shag at one girl or even a couple of girls. I found the thought of sticking my dick in a previously used cunt, extremely exciting. I didn’t really focus much on my mates being naked though I had a passing interest in whether they had a bigger or smaller cock than me. The picture that brought me off usually was shagging some bird that three or four of them had already fucked and cum inside, and I was slurping in her wet juicy wide open cum filled hole and just when I am about to cum, one of my mates (which one changed each time), pushed his finger in my hole in a half joke and it just pushed me over the edge as I shot in her. Sometimes that dream was a wet one and I would waken with a wet, stiff leaking cock.Something happened to me!Grant joined the office. Grant was a good looking but ordinary guy about 5 feet 10 inches tall, medium build and medium to dark hair with a modern, “just out of bed” style. Whatever Grant wore, he wore well, from suits at work to jeans at night, he just looked good in them. I was asked to show him the ropes and immediately felt a fondness for him. He was the same age as me and shared my love of football and nights out and he was very quickly absorbed into our circle.Over the coming months, I was aware that I really enjoyed being in his company and started to persuade him to go out in a twosome looking for girls on weekdays. These nights are not the best nights for pulling the girls but that didn’t matter as I just enjoyed his easy chat and conversation. He was not an Adonis anyway so had no greater success than I did.“Steve,” he would say, “There’s no need to stay and look after me if you look like getting off with someone.” He had obviously noticed that once or twice I had turned down an opportunity, as he hadn’t pulled.“I don’t like leaving you alone if we both haven’t pulled,” I would say.One night he did pull on his own and I didn’t. He asked my permission to go off with the girl, which I gave. I had a few more drinks and then went home. I was feeling unwell and couldn’t work out the problem. I started my evening wank and realized that I was thinking of Grant fucking this girl, then cumming in her and me going straight in after him. He sat behind me and put his finger into my hole and pushed it up and down as I fucked and I shot a load that seemed to come from deep inside me. I actually did shoot too and the load went straight over my shoulder. I realized two things. Firstly, I wasn’t ill, I was jealous and secondly, I wasn’t jealous of him getting the girl, I was jealous of the girl getting him.I cried that night and I didn’t know why.Next day, I asked him how things had been and he just said “Great.” I couldn’t push him into any detail though he had obviously screwed her.By lunchtime he noticed my bad mood. I told him I had a headache. I had this enormous urge to hold him and kiss him. “KISS HIM,” was I turning queer???I ignored Grant for the rest of the day but by the following day, we were planning the weekend with the lads and had soon returned to normal. Things continued like this for a few more weeks and I was aware I was ill when he wasn’t around, I was jealous when he looked at a girl or talked about one and angry if he spent too much time with any of my other mates. I hid all this as best I could but I was also aware that Grant was straight with a capital “S.”Three months later and the local team had won a place in the UEFA cup to play in Europe and a small group of 8 are planning a trip to Barcelona to see the match. Grant was keen to come with us and so tickets were obtained as well as flights. At an exorbitant rate, we managed to secure four twin rooms not too far out of the city centre and before long, the weekend had come.I had been like a love struck teenager since I realized I would be sharing a room with Grant. No one, but no one, was getting that privilege, but then, no one was much interested whom they shared with other than me. I masturbated nightly on the build-up. I wondered if I would see his cock, I wondered if he would bring a girl back, I wondered if he might see me naked and develop an interest in me. I also wondered if nothing at all would happen and life would stay exactly the same. At least I would be four nights in the same room as him, breathing his air and smelling his smell.On day one, we arrived in the early evening and by the time we checked in, went out for a meal and had a few drinks there was not much to do but go back to the hotel about 1.30 am. Grant changed in the bathroom and went to bed in a t-shirt and shorts. I strutted about in my small briefs until it started to look obvious and decided to go to bed too, eventually.Day two was the day of the match. It was a late afternoon kick-off and we were all drinking heavily from lunchtime. I hadn’t seen Grant so drunk before but he was in great sprits as we all were. The match was great but sadly not as great as it should have been and we lost!! Well we would have celebrated victory so saw no reason not to drown our sorrows as we headed off to enjoy the many cafés and bars of Barcelona. We ate at some stage but drank even more. Around 10.30 pm we realized that we had lost the rest of the guys. Grant was in no state to go anywhere else so we clambered into a taxi and headed back to the hotel.I had to almost carry Grant upstairs and even in my drunken state, I relished in this closeness. We entered the room and he staggered off to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open and talking to me as he peed. I couldn’t quite see his cock and didn’t know how aware he was so didn’t push it. He came out and fell backwards on the bed. “Help me Steve,” he said as he fumbled with his shirt buttons and then promptly fell back as though asleep.I managed to waken him and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off to leave him topless. He fell back into semi-unconsciousness again. I pulled his back up and asked what he wanted me to do next. He nodded to his pants and fell back again. I could feel my heart thumping against my ribcage as I started to undo his belt. I pulled down his zip and started to drag his jeans over his hips. He automatically lifted his bottom to allow them to slip off his legs. I undid his shoes and took off his socks before pulling the jeans off and folding them. He was back asleep and lying there in just a pair of tight grey knitted boxer briefs. His cock and balls looked promising and for the first time, I realized an opportunity was appearing before me.“Grant,” I said while shaking him.I raised my voice and tried again with no response. I reached for my camera and started to snap him. I might never see him again like this and wanted something for the cold winter nights while wanking alone. I reached forward and started to pull down his shorts and once again, his bottom raised without him waking. There it was!His soft cock lay to the left on top of beautiful round balls. His cock looked to be about 4 inches soft and quite thick. It had foreskin like a flower neatly gathered at the top. His pubic hair was dark and quite sparse, forming a semi-circle around the top of his pubis with a wisp trailing up to his navel. His balls were quite large and soft, hanging low between his legs with a light dusting of dark hair. I snapped away.I pulled his shorts off completely and drank in the sight. My cock was growing in my jeans so I quickly stripped until I was in my briefs and decided to keep them on in case he awoke. I don’t know how long I sat and stroked my cock while looking at him. His breathing became quite rhythmic and steady and I knew he was in a deep sleep. He was lying sideways on the bed with his legs on t…

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Darren
by Kewtieboy
kewtieboy@hotmail.com

Don’t let anyone tell you that owning bed and breakfast style accommodation is easy! The trouble is, of course, that you don’t need a lot of staff but you do need help. As a gay couple running a straight business, we usually like to balance ourselves with female part-time help where we can. Generally this was always easy as guys tended not to apply.
We had three staff, all part-time. One worked five days a week, one three to four days and one at weekends. This usually gave us two members of staff on the busiest days. When the five day vacancy came up, in amongst all the middle aged married women and part-time students was Darren. He had an evening job in a bar and thought our 9:00am till 2:00pm hours would slot nicely in to augment his income.
He was 25 with dark hair and freckles. I assume the hair had some red in it (and he later confirmed that his facial and other hair was actually red). He was plain rather than attractive, well built rather than slim or fat, medium height and had a cheeky, rather than polite personality. Basically, the sort of guy you would probably walk past in the street and perhaps only give a passing glance. He was as straight as they come, talking about his love of football (soccer) and his many girlfriends. In fact his pursuit and failure of girls became the joke of many a Monday morning.
By now, you have probably guessed that we employed him. He had an affable personality and was likeable though he could talk faster than he worked. Within a few weeks, we felt he had worked with us forever. He would push our limits frequently, walking in just in time to start work, arguing when we asked him to do something he didn’t want to and always leaving the difficult chores to the end in the hope that they might be carried over for someone else to do the following day. We still liked him and his constant tales of “the girl that got away” were quite amusing.
Whether Darren realised that he was working for a couple of gays, I hadn’t any idea. He certainly didn’t let on. We discovered he liked to smoke the odd joint and his grumpy moods some mornings suggested he partook on quite a regular basis. That along with ability to sink 12 or 13 pints of beer on a guy’s night out, were quite staggering. Certainly judging by the state of him on the odd occasion when he went out with friends on a work night, he must have looked like death the night before.
He worked with us in total for about 18 months and sometime about 9 months into the job a couple of things happened. He started to arrive at work in his jeans (which we forbad) and changed into his work trousers. The reason given was that he liked to be in his jeans for after work. Frequently he would stand around in his tight boxer shorts as he changed and, we may not have given him a second glance normally but he earned a few more brownie points from that moment. One day I noticed the seam on the side of his shorts was split and mentioned it. He spent some time looking at it as a little bit of his fly front opened and a piece of flesh and red hair could be seen. An erotic sight I can assure you. Thereafter he made sure we knew every time he wore those shorts.
The second incident that turned me on was story he told about being at a friend’s wedding and getting absolutely blitzed falling asleep in a corner of the hotel and then wakening late at night when the wedding was over. It had been a formal highland dress wedding so he had a kilt. He stumbled out and called a taxi to try some pubs in the city centre and the next thing he remembered was being wakened by a policeman who bundled him home in a taxi. The thought of him lying with his legs open, wearing a kilt with nothing underneath, gave me cause for an erection from that moment on every time he stripped to change trousers.
He would frequently tell us little stories how this girl had sucked him off in the gents toilet in a pub, or how he had smuggled another girl home (he stayed with parents) and shagged her all night. I still could not believe that he had not guessed our sexuality so whether he was underlining his heterosexual status or not, I don’t know. Certainly stripping to your underwear in front of two gays every day is hardly a sign of fear.
Well he announced that he was going to leave and do some round the world travel. By this time, the two of us had the hots for him. Whether or not it would have been wise to do anything if the opportunity had arisen, I don’t know. My partner and I agreed that it would not, but an erect cock has its own mind! We didn’t have time to organise a night out for him before his final day, but brought the five of us together the week after he left on a quiet Winter’s night for a meal. I asked everyone to dress nicely for the evening and the two girls looked very smart, whereas we made sure we wore a collar and tie. Of course I should have known Darren: he turned up wearing his kilt! The excuse was that he wouldn’t get a chance to wear it for a while if he was travelling the world.
Well we live in Scotland so the kilt was not out of place and we had a great meal with a copious quantity of wine. Afterwards, the youngest staff member went home leaving Darren and the other girl whom Darren had been trying to bed unsuccessfully as she already had a boyfriend. She was a serious drinker too and as we headed for another pub, his innuendoes were getting pretty heavy. Drunk she may have been but she was having none of it and by midnight, called it a day and left.
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THE ROOFER A work of fiction
By Theo

I decided to have some work done on the roof of my house, and was checking the yellow pages for local roofers. Getting tired of making calls, I decided to take a drive into town to pick up some groceries. As luck would have it, I saw a group of guys roofing one of my neighbor’s houses. Not seeing any signs on any of the trucks, I decided to stop and see if there was a number I could call to get an estimate. One of the guys came over to me and handed me a card with the name “Fico’s Roofers” on it with a local number. Not giving a second thought to any of the guys working again, I went about my way to shop. When I got to the store, I thought it would be a good time to call and set up an appointment for an estimate. A gruff voice answered the phone
“Fico’s roofers. Phil here.”
” Yeah. I saw your guys working on my neighbor’s roof and I was wondering if I could get an estimate from you.”
After telling him where I lived, he said that he had to come out that way later that afternoon. I told him I would be home for the rest of the afternoon and he could stop by whenever he wanted.
Later that afternoon, as I was sitting on the back deck, I heard the doorbell ring. Jumping I quickly ran down the driveway around to the front of the house. On the porch was a behemoth of a man standing there looking in the sliding door.
“Hey. You must be from Fico’s Roofers,” I said standing at the bottom of the porch steps.
“Yep, that’s me. Phil Fico,” he said, extending his huge paw. Reaching out, I shook his hand in a firm but not as crushing of a grip as I had expected from him. “Sorry I got here so late, I decided to make you the last stop of the day.”
“No apology needed. Can I get you something cold to drink? Water, beer, iced tea?”
“Man, a cold beer would be great right now,” he said, wiping the sweat off his brow.
“Come on in.” He followed me around the house to the back door and into the kitchen where I opened the fridge and offered him his choice of imported beers.
“Grab what you want, ” I told him reaching in and grabbing a Moose head for myself. Walking around the outside of the house, I got a good chance to scope out this big hairy Italian man. He must have been in his late 40′s to early 50′s, about 6’3″ and certainly around 340 solid pounds. I was relishing the view of his white tee, stretched across his broad stomach, and his baggy jean shorts that would definitely show a nice view of his ass crack if he were to bend over. On top of his head he had a full head of black hair with gray sprinkled through it sort of in a shaggy 80′s style cut. It looked as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days by the thick stubble on his face and to top it all off, he had one of my favorite things, a uni-brow. One thick eyebrow going from one eye to the next. It really set off his deep-set dark eyes and gave him an almost evil appearance. Man, I would like to see this guy naked, but I didn’t think that it would be a possible thing because of the thick gold wedding band on his finger.
Walking around the house in the sun, I could see the sweat start to darken his white tee. It was almost 100 humid degrees this day. I enjoyed the heat, but someone of Phil’s size must surely be in desperate need of cool air.
When I saw that he was finished, I told him to come back in the house where I had the air conditioner on and it was much cooler.
Sitting down at the kitchen table, he began to write up his estimate. Without even asking, I grabbed another cold beer and opened it up and set it in front of him.
“Thanks,” he said, grabbing the bottle and draining almost half of it within seconds. “That sure hits the spot on a hot day like this.”
After he was finished writing, he slid his pad over to me and asked if he could use the john, and stating that beer travels right through him. I directed him to the bathroom down the hall, off the den area. As I did this, I wondered if I had taken out my latest issue of Grizzly. Well, maybe he would see it and . . . yeah right.
I was poring over his estimate and did not even hear him come back in the kitchen.
“You have a nice house here.”
“Thanks. You wanna see the rest of it?”
“Sure, if it aint a bother.”
“No problem at all,” I said standing up and starting my tour. We went up the stairs where I showed him the guest bedroom and the master bedroom. I have spent a lot of time decorating and have themes in each of the rooms. It was the master bathroom that impressed him though. He was quite taken with all the marble and the big walk in shower.
“Wow! All those heads right out of the wall. You could get every spot in here.”
“Yeah, it’s almost my favorite room.”
“Your wife must really like it too. I know mine would.”
“Not married.” I replied. I could see the look of surprise on his face.
“So, you did all this house yourself? “
“Sure did. Took a few years but I almost have it where I want it.”
“Looks complete to me. What more could you do?”
“Well, I have one more room that I’m working on, but I don’t think you would be interested in it.” That room was my playroom. I had all my sex toys and contraptions in it.
“Why wouldn’t I be interested in it? “
“You be the judge,” I said walking down to the end of the hall to a closed door. “Just don’t be shocked or pass judgment,” was all I said before opening the door. Opening the door, I stepped aside so that he could move his big bulk through.
“HOLY SHIT!” I didn’t respond as he stood there looking at things he had probably never seen before. He took a tentative step forward and just stood there mouth agape. “I ain’t never seen nuttin’ like this before. You use all this stuff?”
“Whenever I get a chance.”
“You find women that let you put them in these things? I thought that only happened in movies.”
I chuckled at his naiveté “Well, I don’t exactly invite women here.”
“Don’t tell me your one of them guys,” he said, waving a limp wrist around.
“I’m not one of those guys,” I said imitating his wrist motion, “but I am gay.”
“I didn’t mean no offense. I just didn’t think that you were um . . . um . . . a.. um gay.”
“No problem dude. Not many people know right off the bat. I don’t make an announcement of it, but I don’t hide it either. You have any questions,” I asked with a chuckle?
“Yeah. What is this thing?” He had walked over to a seat that looked like a potty chair for adults.
“Ahhhh. That is my favorite. Someone sits in that, naked of course, and you just lie under it and you can lick their ass with no problems. It’s called a rimming chair.”
“You actually do that?”
“Fuck yeah. Whenever I get a chance to have a nice hairy ass in that seat, I won’t say no.” I watched him as he took it all in, shaking his head and looking around. “You want to try it? I mean sit in it while I lick your ass.”
“I don’t know about all that. I ain’t never been with a guy before. Well, I got my dick sucked in the bookstore once, but that was the only time.”
“Well, you look around. I’m going to go grab a couple of beers. I’ll be right back.” Before he could even answer, I was almost halfway down the stairs. When I got back, I stood in the door with the two cold beers watching him. My seven inches was now straining against my jeans, looking at this big ape of a man handling my toys.
“Any more questions,” I asked, apparently startling him. He jumped and spun around toward me. I could see he had an obvious lump in his shorts at this point. Handing him another beer, I took the empty bottle from his hand and threw it into the garbage can in the corner. “Have a seat on the sofa over there and I’ll throw in a DVD that will show you how some of this stuff is used.”
“Uh, I gotta get going soon.”
“Your call, but I think you’ll find this one interesting. Heather Hunter is in it.”
“Oh man, that is one hot Black chick. I would love to fuck her.” Curiosity peaked, he sat on the sofa as I put in the DVD and started it. Standing a little to his left and slightly behind him, I watched as he adjusted himself through his shorts. I knew he was getting excited, and I was ready to go in for the kill. Leaning over the back of the sofa, I whispered in his ear that he was more than welcome to make himself comfortable. Upon saying that, I kicked off my sneakers and threw my tee shirt across the room. Hesitantly, he began to pull up his tee. He was as hairy as a gorilla, just like I like them. Another long swig of beer and his work boots were kicked off too. Knowing he was ready, I moved and knelt down in front of him, slowly pulling his socks off. As he intently watched the movie, I laid my head on his big hairy belly.
“I don’t know buddy. This don’t seem right to me.”
“Just relax Phil. If it gets to be too much for you, then I will gladly stop and nothing more will be said. By the way, you got the job. I want Fico’s Roofers to lay some tile for me, but I want Phil to lie back and let me do some work right now.” I moved my head down to his crotch, where I could feel his cock straining to get out, and buried my face in the denim. I could smell a nice musky scent wafting up through them and it only turned me on more. Opening my mouth, I began to suck and lick at the material where I knew his cock and balls were. Hearing him moan made me look up. He had thrown his head back and had his eyes closed.
“Let’s get these shorts off you,” I said kissing my way up his belly to his chest. There was so much hair. I almost couldn’t find his nipples. When I did though, all it took was one lick and it sent him into orbit.
“AHHHHHHHH FUCK ! That feels good.”
Pulling his big belly up some, I unsnapped his shorts and pulled down the zipper. Just as I expected, no underwear. Out flopped a fat Italian sausage. Uncut and leaking pre cum. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on that, but I wasn’t going to rush things. I t was a beauty, about seven ½ inches and really fat. Looking up, I saw him looking down at me and smiling.
“You like that dick?”
“Fuck yeah man. I can’t wait to show you how much I like it.”
“Was’ stopping you,” he said, putting his big paw on the back of my head and pulling it toward his leaking cock.
“Want you naked man. I want to lick you all over.” Standing up, he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. Looking up in awe at this 6’3″ Neanderthal of a man, I could hardly believe this was happening to me.
“What you waitin’ for,” I heard him say in a low, deep, voice. Waking from my trance, I buried my face in his massive hairy ball sac. The mucky aroma, and the feel of his hard meat against my forehead, was making me dizzy. I began to lick and slurp on his nuts for all I was worth. I was going to show this man what he had been missing his whole life. His moans of pleasure were telling me I was doing the job right. Licking my way up, I slowly worked my tongue magic up his fat shaft. I could hear him hiss as I got to the big mushroom head, still covered in a copious amount of foreskin. Just using my tongue, I worked my way inside of the skin, tasting a build up of pre cum. I licked and played around for a while until I knew it was driving him crazy. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I began to work my way down his cock. It was a lot fatter than it looked and I had a little trouble working my way down.
“That’s it. Get all that fat dick.” I felt his meaty paw once again on my baldhead, helping me to swallow his entire length. This man is going to choke me. I thought to myself. Just when I thought my jaw was going to come unhinged, he pulled his cock all the way out.
“You keep that up, and I’m going to be cumming real soon,” he said, rubbing his cock head across my lips.
“Why don’t you have a seat back on the sofa and let me work on you some more?” Plopping down hard, he spread his massive legs and waved his hard cock at me.
“Come and get it,” he said, laughing like a little kid. “You know you want to suck this fat cock. Make me feel good.”
I had something else on my mind at that point. I wanted to bury my face in his big hairy ass. I really wanted to have him sitting on my face, but I wasn’t going to rush things. I began by licking his balls. There was no way I was going to get both of them in my mouth at one time, so I settled for licking and rubbing them all over my face. When I began to lick underneath them, I could hear him groan deep and loud. He also spread his legs a little wider, letting me know that I had the “go ahead.” It didn’t take him long to realize that I wanted to get my tongue on his asshole and as far up it as I could. Sliding do…

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MY NEIGHBOR
I had lived in the neighborhood for about 5 years before our new neighbors, Will, Gretchen and their young son Leon moved in 6 houses from me on a cross street. I would always see them as they were constantly out in their yard. Often Will would be working on his old classic car as he showed his young 8-year-old son, the ins and outs of a car. Not that Leon understood any of this but, it was so great to see Will so affectionate with his son and just the thought of him doing something to be with, and entertain Leon, really made me feel that this guy was really special.
Gretchen was originally from Germany and would occasionally return to see her family and would leave Leo with his father for a couple of weeks. This of course, thrilled Will because there was more one on one time with his son.
Our neighborhood is quite unique in the fact that everyone knew everyone else and we all watched out for each other’s homes when someone went away. We even fed animals, took in papers, mail, and watered each other’s yards. So it was only natural when Will’s family moved in that our neighborhood had a welcoming party. There were 2 houses on our block that were owned by gay couples. Jake and John being one couple and Ben and Al being the other.
There was one occasion, after Will and family had been living there for about a year, that Gretchen decided that she was going to Germany for a month and a half and take young Leon with her. She would enroll him in a school there for that month and a half. This of course, left Will home to take care of things and also, his job. Will was a CPA.
The day before Gretchen and Leon were to leave Will dropped by my house and asked if I would be free for dinner the next night, as he was asking some other people over also. Looking at this strikingly handsome man, I could hardly say no. He said to come on over about 6:00 for cocktails as the BBQ would be lit and the steaks cooking for dinner to be served at 7:00.
I thought how nice it was for Will to invite some people over to fill in his loneliness with his wife and son gone. I had no idea of whom else he might invite but found out right quick when I entered the door. It was Jake, John, Ben and Al. How wonderful to have the 2 gay couples there but, I wasn’t about to let my hair down around Will, although, I think he guessed that I might be gay or even may have talked to one of the guys about me, as they all knew I was gay.
Will brought out some home made beer and offered it to anyone that would like some. There was also, hard liquor as well as wine. The evening went on just fine with no gay talk, just a bunch of guys getting together to hash out the daily problems of the world. I had even brought up the subject on what a loving father he was and how it did my heart good watching he and his son doing projects together. Not many fathers take the time to do that.
About 9:00, we all decided to call it a night and go home. The more I had been with this guy Will, the more I was, in my mind, lusting for him. What a true hunk. But, I knew being that he was straight, there would be no chance in hell that I could even get a look at his masculine nude body, let alone have any intimate sex with him.
The goodbyes were said and everybody was exiting the house. I was last out the door when Will grabbed my arm and said, “Wait a minute. I want to show you something.” I was a little startled but, I stepped back into the house and Will closed the door behind me. “Go have a seat in the living room while I pour us a glass of wine. You don’t have to go home right now, do you?” Of course I told him no but, I was still wondering what he wanted to show me.
Will went into the kitchen while I sat down at the end of the sofa. I thought it strange when he returned and handed me the glass of wine and sat down right next to me, rather than in the chair across from the sofa so that we could be facing each other.
Will took one big gulp of his wine and put his glass on the coffee table. He then turned to me and looked me in the eyes and said, “I don’t want to be rude but I have to ask you something.”
I guess the look on my face was enough for Will to stop what he was saying. He grabbed my head and pulled me towards him and gave me a kiss on the forehead. He then said, “I’m sorry if I am so forward but, I have been looking at you all evening, wanting to do that. I hope I didn’t offend you.” I just sat there for a moment, motionless and speechless. He then said that he didn’t know if I was into male bonding of this type.
My immediate thoughts were that Will was just being friendly and his form of male bonding was a kiss, planted on the forehead or cheek of another male, this was a form of friendliness and friendship. I looked at Will and said, “No Will, I am not offended in the least and male bonding is a personal thing. I am also feeling very close to you.”
At that, Will took another sip of his wine and asked if it was ok for him to go get into something more comfortable. I had seen him in flannel type pants before and he would often go out in the morning to get his paper with only his flannel bottoms on. I told him to go ahead and he jumped up and went into his bedroom. It had only been about 2 minutes when he appeared through the doorway with only his boxer shorts on. He came back over to the sofa and sat down along side me again.
I was really trying to control myself, as I played coy. Hey, this appearing in only your shorts is what friends do. They pay no attention to what their friend have on or doesn’t have on. Like heck. I could feel myself starting to get aroused and crossed my legs so it wouldn’t show. Will took another sip of his wine and as he put his glass back onto the coffee table, I could see that the fly on his boxers was slightly open and I got a glance at the very nice tube that was contained within.
My eyes shifted quickly away from his crotch as he sat back. I took another sip of my wine. “Hey,” he said, “you need some more wine.” I told him that if I drank much more, I wouldn’t be able to walk home. He laughed and said, “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Heck, you could just stay here. Nobody’s around except me, your good buddy.” He then leapt up and went off to the kitchen and returned with the bottle of wine. He poured me another glass and refilled his own.
Will then went over to his stereo and put on a very nice mood music CD. He came back over to the sofa and sat down next to me again, but this time, he had one of his legs tucked under his butt. In this position, the fly on his boxers was standing wide open and completely exposing his manlyhood. I could hardly take my eyes off that gorgeous piece of meat. And to think it belonged to this most hunky guy.
Will took another sip of his wine, put the glass down and said, “Now for a little more male bonding.” He reached out, took my head in his hands again and this time, as he moved closer I realized he was not going for my forehead. He went straight for my mouth. Our lips met and he gave me the most tender kiss that I had ever had. He held onto my head and repeated the kiss but this time, I felt his tongue part my lips and make way into my mouth, seeking my tongue for a mixing of movement.
I felt my cock getting fully erect in my pants and with my crossed legs, it was getting quite painful so, I uncrossed my legs, wrapped my arms around Will and our tongues continued exploring each other. After about a 2-minute kiss, Will sat back and this time, his big thick cock was standing fully erect out the fly of his boxers. I started to lean down to give a kiss to the mushroom head of his cock but he stopped me and started unbuttoning my shirt. Then he started with my belt to my trousers and finally the zipper to my pants fly. With the air exposing my shorts, it was apparent that I my pre cum had chilled and I was fully aware of the wetness.
Will then reached inside my shorts and began stroking my hard cock. I moaned and laid back to languish in pleasure. I felt him move and the next thing I felt was my cock on the outside of my shorts and a warm mouth around my cock head. Just his tongue and lips working around my cock head, I could feel the strong pressure building to make my cock erupt like a volcano but, just at that moment, Will released my cock from his mouth, and sat up. He leaned forward and gave me another passionate kiss. I then gave him a gentle push back and made my way down to his awaiting hard cock.
His pre cum was sweet as I licked it from the piss slit and worked my tongue around the edge of his mushroom cock head. I opened my mouth and before I…

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