Mike Gets Horny
Mike and I went out and got smashed on beer playing pool. We got home late, singing, holding each other up.
We both crashed on the couch, next to each other, shoulders touching.
We put on music and talked shit, as the wee small hours ticked away.
There was a lull in the conversation and it was getting really late. “You were pretty good at giving head, I remember.” Mike rubbed his crotch.
“What are you saying?”
He looked down at the bulge in his jeans, then back up at me. “Oh, well, it won’t suck itself.”
We gaze at each other eye to eye. "What?"
He looked down. "Come on, you were good at it uni..."
"Once, Mike..."
"Oh, come on, suck my cock, aren't you supposed to want to?" He held the outline of his hard on tight in the denim.
"Are you serious?"
He looked up again. "We're the only two here and we're both adults... you liked my cock, that night." He rubbed his hard cock through his pants.
"Are, that night?" I said.
He flashed a smile. "We've never spoken about it."
I laughed, like it was so simple. "You laying next to me in your track suit pants with a hardon."
Big smile. "I was shit-faced drunk."
"You were hot." I looked back down at the large lump in his jeans.
"I told you that you liked it... do it again. A brother in need and all?"
We used to call him Thumper at uni. Baby's arm. All the clichés.
I don’t know what’s going on, lately, honestly, I don’t. I should get my chart read. It’s like the great god of plenty has rained down upon me. Aphrodite? Whatever. Everyone wants to have sex with Josh, ironically, when Josh doesn’t, really, want to have sex with them. I mean, I want to, these are hot guys, who’d say no. But, I’m not looking for it. I’m not sniffing around, at all. I’m happy, more than happy. Is it contentment that they are all attracted to? Because there is definitely hot shit in my aura right at present.
“What about Belinda?”
“Clingy, possessive, neurotic nightmare,” said Mike. “I just want to get blown… before I go home. No strings.”
“Mike… I don’t know. You’re drunk.”
“Drunk just makes it easier.” He played with my hair. “Nothing I wouldn’t otherwise do… no girl around, as good as closing your eyes.”
“Fuck, Mike… what am I supposed to do?”
Mike unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled his jocks down. He was hard, bending up in a curve. He massaged the knob.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said breathlessly.
I’d forgotten the size of Mike. This massive, wide, hard, hot, solid, veiny thing. He took the top of my head and guided me to it. "Come on," he said with a voice ripe with desire. “Please.”
I sucked on it like a baby. I'd forgotten how thick Mike is. It is so thick it is almost flat on the top. And it bends up like a hard banana. It's like sucking on a metal pole.
Groan. “You.” Groan. “You… ahh, yes!” Swallow. “Give me.” Moan. “The best blow… ah!... job… fuck, like that that’s what… suck it!”
He pushed the back of my head down, his width blocked my throat entirely, as I relaxed my gag reflex... and was engorged. “Fuck! No girl can do that… you fucker. Oh, fuck yeah that feels good!”
You know, I felt like a dirty ho, meant in the most positive sense. Sucking my drunk mate off just because there was no girl around. Any fucken mouth will do, clearly. But, you know, everyone went home happy, with Mike saying, "I know where to cum now, Josh mate, you know, if I need to be emptied."
The only bit that I didn't much like was that Mike made me swallow it.
"Oh cum on, for me?" he moaned.
“Ar doint wanna…”
“Oh fuck me you have a magic m… m… mmmm… ooOOUUUTH AH AH AH AH, YEEEEEEEEsssssssssss. And there is was that awful taste. I tried to pull my mouth off, but Mike Put the palm of his hand over the back of my head and push down hard as he blew his load, making sure I got the entire litre down my throat.
He’s got an amazing cock that is for sure.
"You know, sometimes you just got to get blown." He patted me on the back. "Thanks mate, you're a buddy." He zipped himself up.
"So, do you do the gay thing much?"
"No." He smiled. "I don't consider getting a blow job as gay, it's just relief."
"Another guy?"
"Ah, people put too much store in labels. Who cares? Why call it anything. It's just an orgasm. It's my body and I can use it recreationally if I choose."
"Yeah, true. So, nothing more than a blow job?"
"You know there was this gay kid, Nathan, who lived in Hampstead in London, just near me, who sold meth to put himself through uni. He was a nice kid, but what you'd call, what he called himself, a total bottom. I used to fuck him for my meth. He loved it..."
"I bet." I really needed to rinse.
"Said I did things to him that no... well, anyway, I used to get great deals from him." Mike laughed. "Sunday mornings early after he'd been out clubbing. An hour, or two, and I'd get as many points as I liked."
"An hour, or two, you'd get all the meth you liked," I said. "So, did you enjoy it?"
"I have to say and I'd only say this to you, the kid was amazing, the muscle control that he had..."
I laughed.
"But, you know, even that, I didn't ever consider it as..." He made parenthesis in the air. "... gay."
"What?"
"It was just barter, a means to an end. A business transaction, if you like."
"You dirty ho."
Mike smiled broadly. "You say it like it's a bad thing."
"Ha, ha, no..."
"I used to take the meth and go screw my girlfriend."
"So, what happened to Nathan?"
"I think he's a doctor now."
"You keep in touch with him?"
"Kind of. Emails from time to time. We kind of became friends. He had a crush on me."
"I bet he did."
"He wanted more."
"You're kidding."
"No, no I am not."
“I was being sarcastic.”
We both crashed on the couch, next to each other, shoulders touching.
We put on music and talked shit, as the wee small hours ticked away.
There was a lull in the conversation and it was getting really late. “You were pretty good at giving head, I remember.” Mike rubbed his crotch.
“What are you saying?”
He looked down at the bulge in his jeans, then back up at me. “Oh, well, it won’t suck itself.”
We gaze at each other eye to eye. "What?"
He looked down. "Come on, you were good at it uni..."
"Once, Mike..."
"Oh, come on, suck my cock, aren't you supposed to want to?" He held the outline of his hard on tight in the denim.
"Are you serious?"
He looked up again. "We're the only two here and we're both adults... you liked my cock, that night." He rubbed his hard cock through his pants.
"Are, that night?" I said.
He flashed a smile. "We've never spoken about it."
I laughed, like it was so simple. "You laying next to me in your track suit pants with a hardon."
Big smile. "I was shit-faced drunk."
"You were hot." I looked back down at the large lump in his jeans.
"I told you that you liked it... do it again. A brother in need and all?"
We used to call him Thumper at uni. Baby's arm. All the clichés.
I don’t know what’s going on, lately, honestly, I don’t. I should get my chart read. It’s like the great god of plenty has rained down upon me. Aphrodite? Whatever. Everyone wants to have sex with Josh, ironically, when Josh doesn’t, really, want to have sex with them. I mean, I want to, these are hot guys, who’d say no. But, I’m not looking for it. I’m not sniffing around, at all. I’m happy, more than happy. Is it contentment that they are all attracted to? Because there is definitely hot shit in my aura right at present.
“What about Belinda?”
“Clingy, possessive, neurotic nightmare,” said Mike. “I just want to get blown… before I go home. No strings.”
“Mike… I don’t know. You’re drunk.”
“Drunk just makes it easier.” He played with my hair. “Nothing I wouldn’t otherwise do… no girl around, as good as closing your eyes.”
“Fuck, Mike… what am I supposed to do?”
Mike unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled his jocks down. He was hard, bending up in a curve. He massaged the knob.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said breathlessly.
I’d forgotten the size of Mike. This massive, wide, hard, hot, solid, veiny thing. He took the top of my head and guided me to it. "Come on," he said with a voice ripe with desire. “Please.”
I sucked on it like a baby. I'd forgotten how thick Mike is. It is so thick it is almost flat on the top. And it bends up like a hard banana. It's like sucking on a metal pole.
Groan. “You.” Groan. “You… ahh, yes!” Swallow. “Give me.” Moan. “The best blow… ah!... job… fuck, like that that’s what… suck it!”
He pushed the back of my head down, his width blocked my throat entirely, as I relaxed my gag reflex... and was engorged. “Fuck! No girl can do that… you fucker. Oh, fuck yeah that feels good!”
You know, I felt like a dirty ho, meant in the most positive sense. Sucking my drunk mate off just because there was no girl around. Any fucken mouth will do, clearly. But, you know, everyone went home happy, with Mike saying, "I know where to cum now, Josh mate, you know, if I need to be emptied."
The only bit that I didn't much like was that Mike made me swallow it.
"Oh cum on, for me?" he moaned.
“Ar doint wanna…”
“Oh fuck me you have a magic m… m… mmmm… ooOOUUUTH AH AH AH AH, YEEEEEEEEsssssssssss. And there is was that awful taste. I tried to pull my mouth off, but Mike Put the palm of his hand over the back of my head and push down hard as he blew his load, making sure I got the entire litre down my throat.
He’s got an amazing cock that is for sure.
"You know, sometimes you just got to get blown." He patted me on the back. "Thanks mate, you're a buddy." He zipped himself up.
"So, do you do the gay thing much?"
"No." He smiled. "I don't consider getting a blow job as gay, it's just relief."
"Another guy?"
"Ah, people put too much store in labels. Who cares? Why call it anything. It's just an orgasm. It's my body and I can use it recreationally if I choose."
"Yeah, true. So, nothing more than a blow job?"
"You know there was this gay kid, Nathan, who lived in Hampstead in London, just near me, who sold meth to put himself through uni. He was a nice kid, but what you'd call, what he called himself, a total bottom. I used to fuck him for my meth. He loved it..."
"I bet." I really needed to rinse.
"Said I did things to him that no... well, anyway, I used to get great deals from him." Mike laughed. "Sunday mornings early after he'd been out clubbing. An hour, or two, and I'd get as many points as I liked."
"An hour, or two, you'd get all the meth you liked," I said. "So, did you enjoy it?"
"I have to say and I'd only say this to you, the kid was amazing, the muscle control that he had..."
I laughed.
"But, you know, even that, I didn't ever consider it as..." He made parenthesis in the air. "... gay."
"What?"
"It was just barter, a means to an end. A business transaction, if you like."
"You dirty ho."
Mike smiled broadly. "You say it like it's a bad thing."
"Ha, ha, no..."
"I used to take the meth and go screw my girlfriend."
"So, what happened to Nathan?"
"I think he's a doctor now."
"You keep in touch with him?"
"Kind of. Emails from time to time. We kind of became friends. He had a crush on me."
"I bet he did."
"He wanted more."
"You're kidding."
"No, no I am not."
“I was being sarcastic.”
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