More than Friends
After two weeks of rooming together it was obvious that we were becoming friends not just roommates. I playfully started heckling him when I caught him walking naked back to his bedroom after a shower. He'd just laughed it off. His habit of falling asleep after dinner with his head slowly resting on my shoulder was endearing.
One night after we headed to bed, I got horny thinking about this new guy at work. I got hard realizing I hadn't whacked off since Mitch moved in. I started yanking my dick. Both of our bedroom doors were open. Then I heard him moan. There was also the sound of movement, sheets rustling. I smiled; we were both jacking off.
Mitch took on cooking duties. And If I bought and paid for a pizza, next time he made sure he paid for it. He also helped me work out on his gym machine. We settled into a nice workout routine. He loved monster movies as much as me. We started watching Svengoolie on Saturday nights.
In a big city even after nightfall there's still light. And one night when I was jacking off in the dark of my bedroom. I could see him, barely, in the shadows watching me. I came, wiped up and he was gone.
Two days later we were talking about sex ... again. He asked if I 'made it' with a girl and course I had multiple times in college.
And then out of no-where he dropped, "What does it feel like to have a cock in your mouth?"
I paused and explained as best I could, "Warmth. Soft and as it gets hard, bigger in your mouth you're like one with the guy. He trusts you with his delicate body part, and that trust is in part love. I have always believed that men give better blowjobs than women. We know what we want and that's what we give."
I laughed; he smiled. "Does that make sense to you?"
"Perfectly."
Then there was the day he got a promotion at work and came home beaming. Instinctually I grabbed and hugged him. He hugged me right back. Tight as brothers. We started jumping up and down like kids. "We are going out to dinner and it's on me." We went to our favorite place, Gene and Georgetti's.
The next day when we got home from work, he was holding the flowers I sent to his office. He was beaming. "No one has ever sent me flowers." He hugged me, Frankly, he hugged me a beat or two longer than a usual man hug lasts. And then out of nowhere he pulled me into body and kissed me briefly, no tongues, there were tears in his eyes. I played it down; I didn't want to embarrass him. "Your turn to cook, dude."
In the days that followed life went on. The incident was not mentioned again.
On our Saturday afternoon on the gym machine. He taught me a few new things, helped me take more weight and seemed to more 'hands' on with me. I loved it.
And then it happened. We were watching TV. He put arm behind my neck resting on the loveseat. "You comfortable?" He asked.
"Yea."
Mitch moved closer to me on the loveseat, then whispered in my ear. "Turn the TV off." I did it. He nuzzled my neck. I put my left hand on thigh. His lips moved closer to mine and then he kissed me. His mouth opened and his tongue explored mine. Dancing together. Then he kissed my neck and I felt his hand on my thigh. "Are you okay?"
I nodded.
He kissed me again, more passionately. His hand explored my body. Our hug became tighter. A heat rose. He picked me up and took me into my bedroom laying me down on the bed. He unbuttoned my jeans and slide them down my body. I laid there in my jockey shorts as he pulled off his t-shirt tossing it on the floor. His face moved to my crotch, he inhaled. His fingers hooked the waist band of my underwear and tugged them down and off.
We kissed again. I pulled his gym shorts down. He wore no underwear. My mouth eagerly engulfed his hard cock. I took him deep into my mouth and throat and sucked him, a few minutes passed. He rose my head up and kissed me again. We were both hard as granite. Our bodies pressed up against each other, our cocks mingled. Pre-cum leaked from both of us. I leaned to the nightstand and grabbed my lube. He took it from me and greased my cock.
Tenderly he got up and sat on my stomach feeling for my cock. Once he found it, he hoisted himself up and sat on my cockhead. He winced. He didn't move. My cock vibrated. He caught his breath. Then slowly he took a few inches of my eight-inch cock. Not all it but an inch or two. "Oh my God," he breathed. 'I'm tingling all over."
My hand found his thick cock and gently I began rubbing it up and down. Mitch took another inch of my cock. "I never thought it would feel this good." He whispered.
In a quick move he and I turned. Now, he was on his back, his legs in the air and I went deeper. He moaned in a burst of pleasure. "Your cock feels this good. So, fulfilling." Mitch said breathlessly. I increased my motion. In and out. His moans and groans grew. He'd open the door to ecstasy. "you're in me. You feel like you're a part of me. I've never felt this way before."
"Don't cum." I rolled him over and grabbed the lube. I smeared it in and around my hole. "Stay on your back" and then I whispered to him. "Cum in my hole." I started riding him, he made these cute noises. I did my best to slam down on his amazing cock." In seconds he cried out he was cumming. I jerked my dick; my hole filled with his hot cum and I screamed in warm ecstasy as I felt more cum entering my ass.
And then we kissed deeply.
