Straight Friend Pursues Me

It started after a house party one night when my husband and I moved into a new place and we had about 100 friends and co-workers come celebrate the new space.

This one particular friend of my husband’s, I had not really talked to him all that much up to that point (they worked together), but tonight he was spending a lot of time near me and after the party had died down a little and people were leaving to catch the final trains back to the city, it was almost like he was following me around the house.

At one point I went to take a leak downstairs and as I was closing the door, he put his foot in the way, opened it back up again and asked, “You don’t mind do you?”

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant so being the smart ass I am, I said, “You want to watch me take a piss?”

“Yeah,” he said smirking, “your husband told me you have a big dick for a white boy.”

Now to set the scene a little more here, this particular friend is a very handsome black guy and so when he asked this, my dick and ass twitched a little. I admit I was more than a little drunk and fairly certain that my new toilet buddy was high on weed so I closed the door and started to un-do my tight skinny jeans.

I tugged down my Diesel boxer briefs and my semi hard cock flopped out. I’ve never been one of those guys whose dick “pops to attention” (I wish) but my dick was swollen and meaty looking as I started to piss into the bowl. As the stream hit the bowl, he came around beside me, put one hand on my ass cheeks and with the other, grabbed my chin and gave me a huge kiss as I took my leak.

This definitely got me going and I reciprocated the kiss while doing a little handsy exploring myself. I had never seen the guy naked in real life but thanks god for Instagram because I had seen a few pics of him on holidays and he had a great bod. 

My hand ran across his nice bulbous pecs and down to his crotch where I felt his hard cock pointing to one side. He would later that same evening as the flirting continued tell me it was 8” but it felt like it was as big a round as a can of Raid Insect Killer.

We didn’t kiss and grope for all that long because in the hallway outside there were noises of people so I stuffed my dick away and said we had to behave or I would get caught.

I peaked out the door and the coast was clear so exited and told him to follow in a few minutes.

I rejoined the gang in the living room and don’t think anyone was the wiser. Although, when he came up a few minutes later and everyone started to tease him (and me) about where we had been. Fortunately, there was a little bit of an alibi to enjoy because I don’t smoke weed and when he said he had been outside smoking, it was just natural that I wasn’t with him and the joking died down.

The party continued to dwindle and still, he followed me around. When I would go to the pantry to replenish some party food or drinks, he would follow and invariably, plant a kiss, squeeze my ass and most often, whisper something raunchy and suggestive about fucking my ass and sucking my white-boy dick.

Now the weird thing about this guy is that he professed to be straight but clearly this boy liked dick and as I would learn many months later, he thought of himself as “sexually fluid.” 

Whatever floats your boat I say.

Anyway, the night wound down, people were leaving and we were saying good byes to the stragglers (himself included) and that was literally the end of the night’s flirting and groping.

It would be months before I even saw the guy again only this time we were in the city at a function and same thing, he corners me in a public toilet and we have a hot make-out session. Every time I would try and un-do his jeans though he would resist saying “I can’t I can’t I can’t.”

So this night ended with me wanting his beer can thick cock in my mouth and I got nothing. 

I was starting to think this guy was a total cock tease.

This pattern continued for the next 18 months or so and each time, I would get just a little bit closer to getting his cock out into my mouth but then he would always retreat.

Fast forward and the same thing, this time at our house again, it was a warm summer night. This time, I got a taste of what I wanted and in the woods behind the house, I was on my knees and he let me open up his jeans and his big fat and very hard uncut dick swung out into my face and he proceeded to fuck my face and make me gag on it while whispering, “Is that what you wanted?”

While I was blowing him up against a tree, I got a good feel of his body. Chiselled v-shape torso, tiny little waist, an ass that I would fuck and then these pecs that were like stones. I kept sucking down his meat for awhile and he would at time face-fuck me really hard, but I kept it up even though by now my legs were getting sore.

He stopped me at one point, pulled my head up, kissed me for a moment and then pushed me down on my knees again. I gobbled up his cock and he blew a nice wad of cum down my throat. 

Knowing that my husband and friends were in the house and garden I was extra greedy/careful to swallow every drop to avoid a splash across my red polo-t.

You know you’re a slut when you consciously think about the fact that when you’re wearing a red shirt, and you know that a ribbon of cum is going to show up no matter what…..

But his cum tasted good and as I stood up and adjusted various bits of clothing, wiped off the dirt from my knees and stuffed my rock hard cock downward into my chino shorts, he did up his jeans and wandered off.

That was the last time we ever made-out and in subsequent encounters he seemed to pretend that I didn’t exist. Even once at a function, I was taking a leak at the urinal and he showed up standing beside me but before he even un-did his jeans, when he saw it was me, he bolted and went into one of the stalls.

It didn’t bother me so much to be honest. I got what I wanted and shrugged it off thinking that if he ever made a stink about it publicly, I was the one on my knees with my eyes watering sucking his dick so whatever….again, you know you’re a slut when.

Several months later, we did have a little chat in private (via text). Ostensibly I wanted to check out if he was ok, and he admitted a few things to me. He liked kissing me and holding my dick. He liked sucking dick. He liked and wanted to fuck my ass. But, he said, he was straight and had to be a good boy.

I respect a guy’s choice so I didn’t pursue and since then I have seen him around and we chat all very pleasantly and on the last occasion, just before Christmas, he introduced me to his new girlfriend.

Really nice young woman, very nice to chat with, and at one point he smirked at me and whispered something about me talking to her. "What are you telling her?" he asked.  I couldn’t resist so I said, “We were just comparing techniques for sucking your dick.”

He literally snorted drink out of his nose at that one and said “Man, you are a nasty.”

Pretty sure I replied with, “I resemble that remark!” and with that we are still friendly and although we don't make out anymore (at least not recently), when alone he still makes suggestive remarks etc.

Guess I will just have to wait for the next moment when he is high and without his girlfriend and who knows, maybe I cane get a taste of his dick in my ass....a boy can dream.