Asking Permission

“So, I know we’ve never really talked about it, but I need to talk to you about something.”

“Alright.”

“There’s this guy...”

Chris sat up, alert and anxious. His best friend, Hutch, had just came out to him as bisexual a couple of weeks ago. It wasn’t a huge deal for Chris. It seemed like everyone was coming out as bisexual these days. It was as if it were the cool thing to do. Hell, it was happening so much, Chris contemplated experimenting to see if he was missing out on something. But he loved pussy too much. So, when Hutch came out to him as bi, it wasn’t a shock, just surprising. Hutch had never given a hint he might be into guys. He’s always had girlfriends or at least a lot of one-night-stands with girls.

“Oh. Ok, this is happening,” Chris said as he prepared himself for the coming conversation. He would just treat the situation as if it were another talk about girls but with dudes instead.

Hutch shrugged with his charming, crooked smile. “It was bound to, and you said it would be ok to talk about guys with you.”

“I know. It’s all good,” Chris said assuring.

“There’s this guy and I think I want to ask him out.”

Oh, that wasn’t so bad, thought Chris. He shrugged and said, “Ok, dude. So go ahead.”

Hutch hesitated. “I need to ask your permission before I do.”

“Me? Why?” Chris asked confused. “I don’t care who you date. You’re my best friend. I’m sure I’ll like whoever you date.”

“But you know this guy.”

“I do? What guy would you need my permission to date? Unless it’s like a family member or something.” Chris stopped abruptly. Hutch could tell his wheels were turning in his head, trying to understand who Hutch was talking about. Chris’s brow furrowed and his head tilted. “Dude, you’re not talking about Stephen, are you?”

“Yes.”

Chris scoffed and said, “What? Dude, he’s straight.”

Hutch gave him an uneasy look. “Um... not true. I’m pretty sure he’s into dudes.”

Chris shook his head. “No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is.”

Chris paused and then repeated, “No, he’s not.”

Hutch stared Chris in the eyes and forcefully said, “DUDE, YES, HE IS.”

“BRO, NO, HE IS NOT!” Hutch exclaimed. “He’s had girlfriends. I would know if my little brother were into dudes.”

“Why would you? You barely speak and you live in the same house.”

“How the fuck do you know he’s into dudes?”

Hutch shrugged his big shoulders. “We’ve been… hanging out.”

“When?”

“You know when I come over to hang with you. We talk. I’m over at your mom’s place all the freaking time. He’s around.”

Chris still lives at home with his mom and his brother to save money while he’s in college. Chris thought back to all the times Hutch came over. He couldn’t remember Hutch and Stephen ever talking much. He scoffed and sneered. “You guys talk? Because you talked, now he’s gay?” Chris asked sarcastically.

“No. He’s not gay, I don’t think. I think he’s bi like me.”

“You think? Or he told you that?”

“No. We’ve never talked about it openly,” Hutch confessed. “There’s just a connection is all.”

“A connection?” Chris stated in doubt. “Dude, he’s just being nice. Everyone likes him. I don’t know why, he’s a total shit head. Fucking mama’s boy.”

“No, it’s more than that.”

“You’ve never even been with a guy. How do you know anything about this anyway?”

“I just do, man.” Hutch paused and then let out a deep breath. “I want to ask him out.”

Chris looked at him like he was crazy. “Um... no.”

“Come on, Chris.”

“No,” Chris said emphatically, crossing his arms over his chest. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Hutch asked a little perturbed.

“Because first off, Stephen’s not into guys. Second, he’s still in high school!”

Hutch shrugged and said, “So? I’m in college. There’s not that much of an age difference.”

Chris ignored that last comment and continued. “Third, it’s fucking weird dude! He’s my little brother. Rule number one of the bro-code, you don’t date your best friend’s sister... OR BROTHER.”

Hutch recoiled. “Dude, that’s not a thing.”

“It is now.”

“Hey, I’m asking for your permission. I could have done it behind your back,” Hutch said as if he were doing his buddy a favor.

Chris studied him for a few seconds before confronting Hutch again. “You know what, Hutch? Not only is this weird, its fucking disrespectful. All this time I’ve known you, you’ve been coming over and creeping on my brother. That’s fucked up dude.”

“Chris, I’m not creeping on your brother. I didn’t even know I was attracted to him until recently. Trust me, he would agree to go out. Why do you care anyway? You guys hate each other.”

Chris shook his head and then smirked. “Exactly! So why the hell would I want my best friend to date my brother that I don’t even like? How are we supposed to be friends if you’re with him?”

“I don’t know but we can make it work.”

“Hutch. I said no.”

Hutch growled in his throat sounding his frustration. He really hated being told what to do. He was sure if he came to Chris first, everything would work out. Aside from being close friends, Chris and Hutch had a mean competitive rivalry, always trying to out do the other. Chris thought Hutch was a spoiled pretty boy even though he was a damn nice guy. Chris thought Hutch was oblivious to how well he had it in life.

Hutch thought Chris could be aggressive and bossy, which Hutch hated. It seemed like Chris always got his way. Hutch also felt like Chris was jealous because Hutch was from a wealthy family, everything handed to him and his little brother. His parents paid for all his expenses, including the apartment and a car. Sometimes it felt like Chris tried to make him feel guilty for having money. Hutch had everything, money, a promising future and, of course, the guy was drop dead gorgeous.

Hutch, on the other hand, sort of envied Chris who didn’t have impossible standards to live up to that Hutch’s parents imposed. Besides, Chris was doing ok. He had a partial football scholarship, not much but it was something. And Chris was extremely attractive, a boy-next-door cuteness but on a hard, muscled body. Hutch couldn’t deny that his best friend was very attractive. He had always admired him from afar as to not ruin their friendship.

“Fine,” Hutch said.

“Fine,” Chris repeated him.

Hutch stood up and walked away.

“Where are you going?” Chris called out to him.

Hutch looked over his shoulder and snarled. “Away from you. I need some time.”

“Text me after you’ve cooled off!” Chris yelled out.

“I WILL!”

THE NEXT DAY, while Chris was in class, Hutch went over to Chris’s house knowing Stephen would be there. Fuck Chris, Hutch thought. He had to find out for himself if Stephen was interested. He knocked on the door. Stephen opened it and stood aside. “Chris isn’t here,” he said as Hutch walked in like he normally does, like he lived there too. Hutch is pretty much considered part of the family.

Hutch turned and nodded. “I know. I wanted to talk to you.”

Chris raised his brows, intrigued. “Oh, OK.”

Hutch looked around nervously. Stephen found it odd because he’d never seen his brother’s best friend act so nervous, almost paranoid as Stephen watched the tall, muscular older guy look around as if he were worried that they weren’t alone. “Can we talk somewhere more... private?” Hutch asked.

“Mom’s not home. She’s going to be working late, but we can go downstairs to the basement.”

Hutch nodded in agreement. He thought that was the perfect place to talk. It was the brother’s hangout spot in the house. It had couches, a huge flat screen, pool table, and all their video games. They both sat down on the couch. Hutch turned his body to face Stephen. He thought Stephen was so fucking cute. The kid was blonde, short, about 6-inches shorter than Hutch. The high schooler was lean with a tight gymnast’s body. Hutch loved how Stephen filled out a pair of skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt. The kid was half his size but still could make Hutch nervous, because like his older brother, Stephen was a very confident guy, probably because of his looks and his friendly personality. He had a ton of friends. He was borderline cocky.

They both sat and stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. Finally, Hutch broke the silence. “Are you dating anyone?”

Stephen chuckled uncomfortably. “No.”

“Ok,” said Hutch before he quickly added, “Neither am I.”

“Ok. Why do you ask?” Stephen asked, confused.

“Um... don’t get pissed,” Hutch said and then put his hands up, palms out as if to say wait. “And if I’m wrong, just forget I said anything.”

“Oh...Kay,” said Stephen hesitantly and awkwardly.

Hutch smiled and then took a deep breath before asking, “I just have this feeling… when I’m taking to you that... maybe you..." he paused again. “Fuck it. Would you want to go out? With me.”

Stephen’s heart skipped. He looked confused but at the same time, he was almost holding his breath. “Uh... you mean, like, on a date?”

“Yeah,” Hutch said squeamishly.

“Oh. Dude, I didn’t know you were... uh...”

“Bi. I’m bi,” Hutch said.

“Oh! Cool. I mean…” Stephen stammered, not knowing how to respond. He watched Hutch’s face; he was scared to death. The giant, solid mountain of muscle sat there staring, waiting patiently for a response. Stephen always was attracted to the older boy. Who wouldn’t be? Hutch was a gorgeous, athletic specimen. Lately, whenever they found time to hung out, Hutch seemed to be more attentive to Stephen. Stephen had a feeling deep inside there was some kind of connection.

When Stephen didn’t answer, Hutch’s face sank. He stood up suddenly and looked humiliated. “Oh my God. Look, I’m sorry, dude. Just forget I asked.”

Stephen shook his head rapidly to assure Hutch. “No, no, it’s all good. It just took me by surprise. I never guessed you were, you know, into guys.” He paused and then grinned. “You know, I thought something was going on here,” he said wagging his finger between the two of them.

Hutch smiled. “I thought so too.”

“Uh, yeah, ok. I’ll go out with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. This is so weird having a guy ask me out,” Stephen said with a smile. “I’m pretty sure I’m bi too.”

“Oh, wow. This is awesome!” Hutch exclaimed. “And I know it’s weird. Just think how weird it is for ME to ASK a guy out.”

Stephen was elated to see Hutch’s body language change. He looked so happy. His perfect white teeth showed in his smile.

“But can we keep this to ourselves?” Stephen asked with caution in his voice. “No Chris. He already has it out for me. I don’t want to make it worse for mom. She hates it when we fight. I’d imagine Chris would freak the fuck out if he found out we went on a date.”

“YES. Totally,” Hutch said but then confessed, “Chris knows that I’m bi.”

“He does?”

“Yeah.”

“And he doesn’t care?”

“Nope. He was really cool about it.”

“Oh.” Stephen looked down at the floor and then up again to Hutch’s blue eyes. “This is going to be my first date with a guy.”

“Me too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Did you think I do this all the time or something?” Hutch asked with a chuckle.

“No, but I figured you’re older, so you would be more experienced. I mean, look at you. I can finally say out loud that you are fucking hot, dude.”

Hutch grinned. “Oh God. I’ve thought you were so hot for a while now, maybe longer but I didn’t want to admit it.”

“I thought I was going to go crazy every time you were here,” Stephen confessed. “I can’t stop looking at you. You really made me question my sexuality, dude.”

“I tried to think of reasons to hang out with you alone. I had to wait until Chris was distracted. I know you and I never really talked a ton, but I still felt something.”

Stephen shook his head in disbelief. “God damn. Dude, I can’t believe I’m actually going on a date with a guy. With YOU, of all the fucking guys in the world.”

“Same.” Hutch looked at him innocently and asked, “You don’t mind the age difference, do you?”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck no. I’ve always thought older guys were attractive. I always said to myself, if I were gay, I’d want to be with an older guy,” said Stephen with a laugh.

“Good. I was afraid it would be weird with you still being in high school.”

“Dude, the hottest guy I know just asked me out, I’m not even thinking about school or age. I’m just thinking about you. Besides, it’s hot to think I’m going on a date with a college guy.”

“Good. I keep thinking about you too.”

Stephen scooted over close to Hutch. Hutch thought the kid looked so confident and so focused. It was a turn on to see the smaller kid take the initiative. Stephen leaned in very close, his hand resting on Hutch’s knee. “Have you ever kissed a guy?”

Hutch swallowed hard. “No. But I want to.”

“Dude, I got to know what it’s like to kiss you.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Stephen smiled, pulled the hunk into a long, wet kiss. Hutch was so surprised at how well the kid kissed.

“Wow, dude!” Hutch said. “You’re a fucking great kisser.”

Stephen gave him a cocky smirk. “I know. I’ve had a lot of experience.”

“Kid, your body is so fucking on point,” Hutch said, running his hands over the younger kid’s ripped arms, squeezing his biceps, then his shoulders.

“Careful, big guy. You’ve got, like, 50-pounds on me. Don’t break me,” Stephen said before kissing Hutch again. “But I’d like to break you,” he grinned a devious grin. “God, you’re so big, dude. Your body is insane. I don’t know if I can wait for our first date. From the way you’re feeling me up, I don’t think you want too either. You like my muscles, don’t you?”

“You’re a cocky little fucker, aren’t you?” Hutch said after he broke away.

“Does this answer your question?” Stephen said as he pounced on the college boy. He pushed Hutch back onto his back on the couch, crawled up on top of him and attacked his lips. Hutch grunted in surprise at the aggressive behavior. Like brother, like brother, he thought to himself. Chris and Stephen were definitely cut from the same cloth.

They wrestled around with each other for quite some time, making out, feeling each other’s hard bodies.

“Suck my dick,” Stephen said suddenly.

“What?” asked Hutch taken off guard.

“I want you to blow me. Got to see you suck my dick, bro,” Stephen said with an excited tone. His eyes were drinking in Hutch’s deep blue eyes.

“I’ve never sucked a dick before,” Hutch told him. “I wasn’t really expecting anything to happen today, ya know?”

Stephen cut him off, “It’s ok, Hutch. Please, suck my dick. It’s going to get me off so quick seeing you down there.”

Hutch looked at the boy. He wanted to make Stephen feel good. He wanted to make Stephen happy. Plus, he had always wondered what it would be like to suck a dick.

“Ok. Ok, I’ll do it,” Hutch relented with a smile.

“YES!” the high school boy exclaimed. He stood up and pulled down his pants. His dick was so hard and sticking out the top of his boxer briefs. His dick was eye level with Hutch. Hutch reached up and pulled down the front of Stephen’s boxer briefs and watched the boy’s thick hard on flip up and smack his six pack. Hutch stared at the dick. It was longer than average length and thick. He looked up at Stephen, took his dick in his big hand and skimmed it once. Stephen closed his eyes and moaned his approval.

“Yeah, big guy. Work that dick,” Stephen growled looking down at the older guy.

“Like this?” Hutch said, his voice was quiet and almost meek.

“Yeah, dude. Just like that, you sexy fucker.”

“So thick,” Stephen whispered.

“Put it in your mouth,” the high school boy said in a sexy seductive voice.

Hutch looked at the dick and swallowed hard. He inched forward, opened his mouth and put the tip between his lips.

“Yeah, Hutch. That’s it. Oh my God, that’s good,” Stephen said, grasping Hutch’s head, curling his fingers through thick dark hair.

Hutch swallowed as well as he could. The thick cock was warm and there was a slight salty taste. It might be pre-cum, he thought. He tried to remember how he liked to receive head and then do that. He must have done something right because Stephen moan loudly and Hutch felt the kid’s hands on his head squeeze tighter. He felt the boy begin to guide his head back and forth.

“Christ, Hutch! Jesus fucking Christ you’re good, bro! Fucking natural!”

Hutch heard the praise, and it made him feel good, so he stepped up his game. He opened his throat and allowed Stephen to control the motion. Hutch gagged a few times, but something told him Stephen got off on that.

“Breathe through your nose, big guy,” Stephen coached the jock.

Hutch did as he was told, and then he put his hands on the kid’s hips, holding on while his head was being controlled by strong hands.

“Look at me, Hutch. Look up at me,” Stephen growled. He wanted Hutch to look him in the eyes while the older guy pleasured him. He wanted to see the watery blue eyes of the gorgeous athlete make eye contact and hold it. Stephen liked to take control, and the fact a guy like Hutch was letting him, made Stephen feel powerful. It was a sign of submission.

Hutch turned his eyes up as best he could. He was gagging on the cock in his mouth and trying to do what he was told.

“Eye contact, big guy. Eye contact,” Stephen told him. Hutch held eye contact and he loved the look on Stephens face. It was one of approval, of pleasure, and of desire for the older college kid.

“Oh, yeah, Hutch. That’s so fucking hot. Fucking hot dude sucking my dick, looking up at me. Fucking beautiful, dude. Makes me close, Hutch. I’m getting close!” Stephen’s breathing was getting faster. Hutch knew what was coming, no pun intended. But was Hutch ready to swallow another guy’s cum? He knew it would make the kid happy, that’s for sure. All he wanted was to make Stephen happy. This was a feeling he had never experienced with a girl. It was always about making himself feel good, pleasured, not caring if the girl got off or not. But now, it was the other way around for some reason. Still, swallowing another guy’s cum was a big step, one he wasn’t sure about.

“I’m getting close, big guy. Oh my God! Gonna shoot in your mouth, dude!”

Well, that answered that question, Hutch thought. He wants to shoot in my mouth, he said to himself. It made him nervous. He resisted slightly, pushing back on Stephens’s hips a little bit to signal that he didn’t want cum in his mouth.

Stephen felt the resistance. “Come on, Hutch. Swallow my load, dude. I want to cum down your throat,” Stephen pleaded, his grip on Hutch’s head becoming a little bit tighter. The boy’s thrusting became faster, and Hutch could feel Stephen’s body tense.

“Oh, my fucking God! So fucking HOT!” the boy yelled out and he pulled Hutch’s face into his groin, held it there and shot his load. His body convulsed and his voice went up an octave as he orgasmed into the college hunk’s mouth.

Hutch felt the warm fluid on his tongue and in the back of his mouth. He tasted the cum, it was slimy and salty, but it was Stephen’s cum. That somehow made it better. He swallowed which Stephen could feel around his cock.

“That’s it!” Stephen said with a struggled voice. “That’s it! Good boy. Swallow all of it. No idea how hot you look right now, Hutch. Big muscle guy sucking my dick. FUCK!”

Stephen released his grip on Hutch’s head and stood back. Hutch gasped and took in a deep breath, replenishing oxygen into his lungs. He wiped spit and cum from his mouth with his forearm and leaned back on the couch, looking up at the little stud before him. Stephen stood in front of him, his hands on his hips, his dick still rock hard, breathing hard, and with a big grin on his face. It was such a hot sight to Hutch.

Stephen looked down at the beautiful, ripped hunk of muscle on the couch. He felt like he had conquered a mountain. Hutch’s blue eyes were watery and red. His lips were red and swollen. Stephen couldn’t stop himself from pouncing on the man, throwing his body onto him and slamming his mouth onto Hutch’s. Hutch squealed in surprise into Stephen’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around the boy and bear hugged the hard muscular body. They made out until Stephen pulled back and then licked any residual cum from Hutch’s stubbled jaw.

“Stephen,” Hutch said. “You are a fucking animal.” His chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

“I can’t help it, Hutch. I had to have you. I needed to see you down there,” Stephen said with a seriousness in his eyes, a slight smile on his lips.

“I liked it. I... I mean, I really liked it,” Hutch confessed hesitantly.

“You weren’t going to let me cum in your mouth, were you?” Stephen said as he straddled Hutch’s muscular thighs and settled in. He put his arms around Hutch’s neck and kissed his forehead.

Hutch chuckled. “That was... unexpected. I’ll admit I didn’t want you to.”

“Yet, you’re twice my size and you didn’t try that hard to stop me,” Stephen pointed out suspiciously. He realized the muscular man under him was more submissive than Stephen could ever imagine.

“Yeah, I realize that now. But, once I saw how much you wanted it, I had to do it for you.”

Stephen put his forehead against Hutch’s. “That is so hot. I like that you did that for me,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” Hutch whispered back. “Anytime.”

“Careful. I’ll hold you to that,” Stephen said before kissing Hutch.

“Ok.”

“Chris won’t be home for another couple of hours. Mom won’t be home until later tonight. Stay here and hang out with me. I want to spend more time with you.”

Hutch thought about it and then smiled. “I can hang for a little while. Besides, I’d really like another go sucking your cock. I have a feeling I’ll be doing it quite often.”

“Fuck, you just made me hard with that last sentence. Girls hate giving head. So hot to find a dude who wants to give it all the time.”

“As much you want it,” Hutch reassured him.

“FUCK YEAH!” the boy cried out. “Let’s go then, big guy. This dick ain’t gonna suck itself!”