Sleepless

7/29/2020

I woke up in the middle of the night; 3 A.M. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep so I slipped on some shorts, a tank-top and my sandals, and went outside to take a walk.

Heat rose off the quiet, empty streets into the cooler night air. I crossed through an intersection with lights blinking yellow and passed a fast-food place where two workers sat outside on the patio, a good distance apart, smoking cigarettes. “You want those 7am shifts, the later ones are rough...” one said.

I turned down a residential street and was about halfway down the block when someone called to me.

“Hey,” they said. I looked up at the house next to me and there was a guy, sitting alone. “Where you headed?”

“Nowhere,” I said. He smiled at me. He was good looking, with dark hair and a beard.  

“Want a beer?” he said. “Come up.”

“I, uh...I don’t have a mask,” I said. 
 
“Dude I haven’t been around anyone. I’m not sick. Are you sick?” he said.

“I mean, I don’t think I am,” I said.

“Just come up. We’ll sit six feet apart,” he said, getting up and adjusting the chair next to his. “Have a beer with me, I’m bored,” he said. I guess it was that kind of night cause I climbed the stairs to his porch and sat down. The distance was more like four feet but I decided I didn’t care, mostly because he was really sexy.

“There ya go,” he said, handing me a moist, cool can of beer from a box at his feet. “I can’t fucking sleep,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “I’ve been up every night for the past two weeks.”

“Yeah I couldn’t sleep either,” I said, cracking open my beer. 
 
“So I come out here and drink,” he said. “But I hardly ever see anybody walking by. I don’t know, you seemed friendly.” He shot me a warm, slightly mischievous smile.  

“So do you,” I said. Now that I was closer I could see that he was pretty drunk, which maybe explained his lack of inhibition in regard to inviting a stranger onto his porch. But there seemed to be an edge of flirtation, too. I would’ve pegged him as straight based on the loose basketball shorts he wore, the too-large v-neck shirt that nevertheless showed off his burly body.

“I’m fucking starved for company. You know how it is. I’ve sat on this porch more in the past two months than in the entire three years I’ve lived here,” he said.

“Is it an apartment house?”

“Yeah, I live on the second floor. With my girlfriend,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, and he looked at me.

“She sleeps like the dead,” he said. I nodded and took a gulp of beer. “You got a girlfriend?” he said, and out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand casually brush against his crotch and lay on his thigh.

“Nope,” I said. A pause.

“Boyfriend?” he said, and took a swig of beer.

“Nope,” I said. His hand moved again, and I looked closer this time. He was tweaking the thick bulge of flesh that lie beneath his silky black shorts.

“You get with dudes, though, right?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “I’m gay.”

“Cool,” he said, and leaned back in his chair. He looked out into the street, beer in one hand, cock in the other. “I’m so fuckin horny lately. I mean I’m glad I have a girlfriend. But, like, I like to fuck around. And it’s kind of hard to do these days.”

“Yeah it’s maybe not the best idea,” I said. “I haven’t had sex in months.” Pretending to be casual, I let my hand rest on my thigh, brushing my fingers against my cock. His eyes snapped right to it.

We sat there a few moments, playing with our dicks under our shorts. Glancing looks turned to hard stares. We looked up at one another.

“Take it out,” he whispered, with an upward tip of his chin. I looked behind me. “Nobody can see us,” he said. “I jack off out here all the time.” He began to lower the elastic waistband of his shorts so I followed suit. I saw his black patch of pubes, and then the root of his thick cock which pounced out. It was shortish but really fat. He looked at my tall boner, lust written on his face. Then he reached over and took it in his hand.

“Fuck,” I said as I felt his hand wrap tightly around it. I went for his, taking his warm, thick prick in my palm. It had been so long since I’d gotten this close to someone that I felt a little dizzy.

“Fuckin hot, bro,” he whispered, a husky voice next to my ear. I could smell him: sweaty, beery. We breathlessly stroked each other for a hot minute which seemed too much for him, cause he abruptly sat back, his cock still throbbing in his lap. “Goddamn,” he said, shaking his head and looking over at me. I reached over and took hold of him again. He watched my hand, occasionally taking sips of his beer and throwing his head back in pleasure.

I scooched my chair closer to him, then leaned over and took him into my mouth. “Oh fuck,” he said. His cock was meaty and fit perfectly into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on it, savoring my first taste of dick in months. He was nearly hyperventilating, and when I could tell he was getting close I came off him.

“Damn man,” he said. “I’m so turned on.”

“Yeah me too,” I said, catching my breath. He reached for my cock and seemed to consider what to do next as he stroked it. Then he leaned forward and took me into his mouth, going shallow at first then taking it all the way until I felt his beard graze my balls. It wasn’t the best blowjob I’d ever had but it didn’t matter. He came off it after a few minutes.

“I did not expect this,” he said, wiping his mouth.

“Me neither,” I said. I reached for him again and he for me, our cocks wet with each other’s spit. He looked at me. 
 
“You kiss?” he said. Man, my heart flipped. Kissing, the one thing you really shouldn’t do. But here was this hot bi guy who wanted to make out with me, so how could I resist? We leaned into one another. 

It was tentative at first. But we let go of one another’s cocks as we got into it. He wrapped his hands around the back of my head and I felt up his muscular chest as we opened our mouths to one another and entwined our tongues. After a minute I reached down and stroked him again we kissed and he moaned into my mouth. There was this feeling in my ass that couldn’t be denied.

“I want to ride you,” I whispered in his ear.

“Fuck. Seriously?” he said. I didn’t respond, just stood and slipped off my shorts, scanning the empty street as I did. The porch was dark enough that I didn’t think anybody who might walk by could necessarily tell what was going on, but I still kept my shorts wrapped around my right ankle as I straddled his thick thighs. I got a bunch of spit on my hand and slathered it on his cock, then held him steady as I pressed my ass down on him. It popped inside. “Holy fuck,” he said.  

It felt so good as I took it in me deeper. Like I said, it was short, but the thickness was substantial and it stretched me out just to the point of being uncomfortable for the first couple moments. After that, it felt extremely good. We just sat there, in the dark, connected. Then I began to ride him.

“That feels so fucking good,” he said. “Look how hard you are.” He took my cock in his hand, stroking me as I took him in and out of me. I had to knock his hand away after a minute.

“Got me close,” I said, and got off him.

“I did not expect this,” he said, laughing and taking another swig of beer.  

“Me neither,” I said, laughing with him. We finished our beers, hard cocks pulsing in our laps. We stroked each other some more, then we started making out again.

“I’ve never taken a cock in my ass before,” he whispered. “I want to try, though.” With that he stood and kicked off his shorts. He was such a big dude and he straddled me awkwardly.  

“Get it wet,” I said, and got a bunch of spit on my hand. I put some on my cock and some on his hairy asshole. He looked in my eyes when I did that. Then he started to lower himself on to me, reaching for my cock and directing it at his hole. I could see him having second thoughts the moment it went inside. He stood up, breathing heavily. But then he just went and tried again. It took a few more tries but he was determined, and finally he got me inside him all the way. 
 
“Holy fuck that’s a big dick,” he said.

“Just let it rest in you,” I said. And then I could tell it was starting to feel good cause his dick was getting hard again. I reached for it and jacked him.

“Oh man, that feels insane,” he said, his cock pulsing. He lifted himself off me, then took me in him again. I felt every inch of his tight, virgin asshole gripping my bare dick. He bounced on it for a minute, eyes up at the porch roof, barely breathing.

“Damn man,” I said when he came off me. “This is so hot.”

“I know,” he said. “I gotta piss though.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said.

“Come up with me,” he said.

“But your girlfriend...”

“You gotta be quiet. But I told you, she sleeps like the dead...”

So we pulled our shorts up over our hard cocks and he led the way into his apartment building and up the stairs. In the light I could see him a little better and how cute he was. At his door he looked at me and held a finger to his lips, then opened the door. I followed him inside, he shut the door quietly behind us. He motioned for me to follow him down the hall. Somewhere an air conditioner buzzed. There was a dark bathroom at the end of the hall, and before that was an open door on our left. He held his finger to his lips again, motioned inside. I looked as I passed. There was a bed, a figure on it, legs haphazardly wrapped in white sheets, long hair sprawled on a pillow.  

We entered the bathroom and pissed in the toilet together, all smiles. He leaned into me and we kissed as we pissed.

“I can’t wait to fuck some more. I can’t believe how good it feels,” he said.

“We can cum in each other if you want,” I said.

“Fuck yeah! You in me and me in you,” he said. And like that we were both getting hard again. We shook off the last piss drops and I followed him out of the bathroom. When we got to his bedroom door, though, he stopped. Gave me a sly look. Then he lowered my shorts, right there, and started stroking me. Once he got me hard he turned around and lowered his shorts over his big butt. Then he grabbed my cock and backed up until I was inside of him.

I was barely breathing as I fucked him, quiet as I could be in that dim hallway. I could lean forward just a bit and watch his girlfriend sleeping. The danger of it turned me on, and pushed me over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum in you, dude,” I whispered.

“Do it,” he whispered back, reaching back to pull my hips into him as I held my cock deep and unloaded. When I finished he switched positions, bending me forward and shoving that fat cock into me. I held onto the edge of the doorway, pushing my ass back into his thrusts as he fucked me, his girlfriend sleeping just a few feet away.

“Gonna cum too, bro. Fuck!” he whispered. He thrust deep and held it in me. I could feel his cock swelling as it shot. He gave a few gasping breaths as he unloaded.

Then we regained our composure and our shorts and crept quietly back out the front door. My dripping cock and stretched-out, cum-filled ass were reminders of what we’d just gotten away with.

“That was nuts,” I said.

“Yeah and hot as fuck,” he said, handing me another beer. We cracked them open, laughing with the insanity of what we’d just done. 

Then we got acquainted, talking about all the shit you normally talk about when you first meet someone. I found out his girlfriend actually worked at the same company as my brother. Small world.

“I’d get your number but she pays a lot of attention to my phone,” he said. “Anyway you know where I live.” We exchanged friend requests instead. As I finished the beer I felt exhaustion hit me.  

“I better get home,” I told him.

“Yeah, I should get back upstairs. I finally feel like I could sleep. Guess that did the trick,” he said. And then we leaned in for one last, long kiss. 

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