The following is a true story, only the names have been changed.
He was blonde, tall, good-looking, athletic...and I had lusted after him since the first day I saw him: Algebra, grade 9. Brad had walked into the classroom, his long dirty-blonde hair covering his eyes, and I knew right away that I would rarely be paying attention to the equations on the whiteboard--my eyes would be focused on him.
Brad had chiseled features, lightly tanned skin, and a cocky attitude mixed with a tough-guy masculinity that made him even more attractive to me. He was a wrestler and involved in track-and-field, a musician, and a funny guy; naturally, I was attracted to him.
His eyes were his most alluring feature, though; they were filled with an edginess and mystery, a beautiful blue-green pair of eyes that one could easily be lost in. I wanted to be with him, to be held in his muscular arms, to feel his warm body next to mine, to gaze into his eyes forever; but as far as I could tell, Brad was the epitome of a straight guy.
I sat next to him for the first half of the semester, and it was wonderful. Every other day, Monday-Friday, I was able to sit next to the guy that I secretly desired. We would talk about sports, joke around, and--on occasion--he would tell me about the latest girl he had banged. As soon as I would arrive at home, I would try to recreate the scene in my head, recalling every detail that Brad had told me; and of course, I would replace the girl with me instead.
The school year ended far too soon, and I didn’t see much of Brad for the rest of my high school career; we would only occasionally pass each other in the hallways and say a quick “hey”. But I never forgot him. On the rare occasion that we did see each other, the memories of 9th grade came rushing back and my desire for him grew.
We graduated from high school and I thought that was the end.
But it was just the beginning.
About a year after high school had ended, I got a call from an old friend named Jeff. He had gotten a group of musicians together and formed a band, and they were actively searching for a singer. Jeff wanted me to audition for the band, and I agreed to go check them out and tryout.
I arrived at the home of the keyboardist and was surprised to be greeted by a familiar face: Brad. He was the keyboardist.
Brad had matured since I had last seen him. I could tell that his body was fitter and more in-shape than ever; he stood 6’1, he had a manlier face, and a deeper voice. But his smile was still the same, and his beautiful blue-green eyes were even more mysterious and alluring.
Fast-forward 9 months...
It had been almost a year of music. I spent three days-a-week at Brad’s house for rehearsal. We had hours of time to hang out, and we would often spend the late-night hours drinking beers and joking around. Many nights, Brad and I were the last ones left at his house; it was those times when I secretly wished to reach out and feel his body as he lay on the couch near me.
One night, as we sat on his couch watching t.v., our feet propped up on a large coffee table, Brad surprised me. He moved his feet closer to mine. I thought nothing of it at first, I thought he was merely adjusting how he sat. I soon noticed, though, that he was moving his feet towards mine; inch by inch they got closer to my feet until our feet were right next to each others’ own. I can’t explain the feelings that came over me in those moments, my breath was taken away, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Our feet touched and we slowly began to rub them together, his large feet and toes grazing mine. I got such a rush out of the feeling of his feet on mine, I began to breathe in short breaths, and I could feel my cock slowly stiffening in my tight Levi’s.
All this time we had not looked each other in the eyes; we had been staring intently at the television screen, half-afraid to look at each other and in disbelief that this was actually happening. But after what seemed like forever, I tore my eyes away from the television and looked towards him, and he looked at me. I stared into the eyes of the man that I had deeply fantasized about: my fellow bandmate, the same guy from Algebra class...and he stared back with a smile.
His b*****r pulled into the driveway, so we quickly stopped our game of footsie. I left that night in a daze.
A few weeks later, I called Brad to see if he wanted to hang out. We decided to go to the movies. I was housesitting for a f****y member so I suggested that after the movie we could go back, have a few drinks, and hang out at the empty home. He thought it was a great idea.
We left the movies immediately after the credits began to roll. Perhaps we both expected a repeat of the night from a few weeks prior, or perhaps we just wanted to escape the memories from the horrible Hayden Christensen film we had just seen; in either case, we left quickly and soon arrived back at the place I was staying.
We walked into the empty, dark house. I checked the clock, 11:34pm. I led him into the kitchen where we decided to do shots of Smirnoff. After 3 or 4 shots, we retreated to the living room and flipped on the television. I sat on the large couch in the center of the room, he sat on the armchair directly next to me.
It was late. There was nothing to watch on the regular cable channels, so I flipped to the 300‘s: HBO. A few lame movies from the 90’s were playing on first few HBO channels, I casually flipped through them without pausing. But then a nighttime special came on; a bare-breasted woman riding a muscled man as they lay on a tropical beach. I paused on this channel for a few brief seconds and turned to look at Brad, whose eyes were glued to the screen. I left the channel on just long enough so that we could hear the moans of the couple break the silence of the dark room we sat in, then I changed the channel.
“Hold up, go back to the other channel,” Brad said.
I switched back to the soft-core porn.
As we sat and watched, I saw Brad’s hand slowly move to his crotch. I could see a bit of a bulge pressing against his jeans, and he began to rub it slowly.
“Dude, this is turning me on”, he quietly whispered.
“Me too, I’m getting pretty hard”, I whispered back.
As he watched the action on the screen and he rubbed his hard cock through his jeans, he was unaware that I was watching the hot action that was taking place less than a few feet from me. I was not interested in what was on the television, I was focused on the man who sitting beside me. I watched as Brad moved his hands in a steady motion, back and forth, against the bulge that was growing and becoming more and more visible.
The room was silent except for the moans coming from the screen, but you could slightly hear the short breaths that escaped our lips as we pleasured ourselves through our jeans.
“Let’s do another shot”, Brad suggested.
I got up and went into the kitchen to get the vodka. I returned to find Brad now sitting on the couch I was sitting on. I sat down next to him and handed him a shot glass. I filled our glasses with the clear, crisp alcohol and we drank it down. I took a deep breath. The room was dark except for the little bit of light coming from the television screen. I sat next to Brad and looked at him. It wasn’t until then that I noticed his exposed cock.
Brad sat with his head back, slowly stroking his thick, cut dick that was sticking out of his unzipped jeans. His cock was long and thick, one of the largest cocks I had ever seen: more than 8.5 inches of rock-hard meat being stroked by the man who I had spent so many nights thinking about as I jacked off. I stared at it, stunned. It was beautiful.
Brad looked at me and smiled.
“You should take yours out too; I wanna see it, dude.” Brad said with a raspy, deep voice.
I moved closer to him and slowly unzipped my jeans, I could feel my cock throbbing and I knew that pre-cum had already leaked out of the tip of my cock and began to soak my boxers. I pulled out my hard dick, 7” cut, and began to stroke it slowly, savoring every smooth stroke of my hand on my cock, as I watched Brad stroking his cock as he sat next to me.
We sat in silence, watching each other rubbing our cocks, enjoying the feelings of being nervous but experiencing pleasure together.
Unexpectedly, Brad leaned over and took my cock in his hand, moved in close and opened his mouth above the tip of my cock-head.
“Let me taste it.” Brad told me in a sexy, hushed voice.
His lips parted and soon my cock was slowly going into his mouth. His lips were so soft as they wrapped around my thick shaft, his mouth warm and wet, his tongue sliding against my cock as he sucked more and more of my dick into his mouth. My head fell back against the back of the couch and I let out a moan of pleasure, he responded by taking more of my cock into his mouth until almost all of it had been swallowed. I placed a hand on the back of his head and gently pressed him down onto my boner, which was now fully erect and pulsing. I closed my eyes and focused on the immense pleasure I was receiving...from Brad. Brad.
“Brad...ohhh yeahhh..”, was all I was able to say. I couldn’t come up with the words to describe how I was feeling.
He lifted his head and looked at me and said to me, “You have such a thick cock, dude; it tastes good. You wanna taste mine?”
I nodded and got off the couch, on my knees in front of his hard cock. His 8.5” cock was rock-hard and curved up towards his firm abs. I took it in my hands and gently pointed it downwards towards my face. Clear pre-cum was leaking from the tip, which I slowly licked off with my tongue. I gripped his hard cock at the base and slowly let my tongue slide up from his large, round balls all the way up his thick shaft to the tip of his head. When I got to his cock head, I swirled my tongue around it, pressing it against my lips and licking it slowly.
He moaned as I slowly began to press his cock-head against my lips and allow it to slide into my warm mouth. I pulled down his jeans and boxers with my hands as I sucked on his cock. Inch by inch, his cock slowly went further into my mouth. I could feel it pulse as I sucked it down. It was an immense cock, the girth was unbelievable--my hand could not wrap around it completely.
I sucked deeply as he began to push forward, his hips thrusting forth to drive his cock deeper into my mouth and now down my throat. I had no problem taking his above-average member down my throat, and he delighted in the pleasures of a blowjob from a man with virtually no gag-reflex. His hands caressed my hair, he was gentle as he guided me down deeper and deeper onto his stiff cock. I sucked and jacked his cock in my mouth for quite a while and derived my own pleasure from the pleasure that I was giving to Brad, my fantasy man.
I pulled his long, thick, pulsing cock out of my mouth and gave it a long lick from base to the tip of his cock head one more time. His cock now glistened with my wet saliva. I kissed the head of his cock, and looked up at him. He smiled at me.
We looked into each others’ eyes for a few minutes as I held his cock, jacking it slowly with my right hand, my warm saliva serving as sufficient lube. Brad had a look in his eye of completely pleasure and comfort. I took his cock with both my hands and wiped off onto my left hand some of my saliva combined with his precum, I rubbed it into my own cock and jacked myself off slowly as I rubbed his cock against my face.
Brad reached over and lifted my chin and asked, “Can we go to a bedroom and 69?”
I didn’t hesitate to lead him, pants-less, to the back bedroom. I watched his big cock bounce as we walked to the bedroom, his dick swayed back and forth and looked as if it weighed a ton.
We pulled down the covers of the bed, our cocks hard in anticipation for what was to come. We got on the bed on our knees and faced each other and slowly jacked our cocks together, in rhythm. We were so close to each other that I could feel his warm breath tickling my neck as we jacked our cocks. Each time he released his dick, it would spring up; the upward curve of his cock so extreme that it looked as if his cock was pointing directly at my lips.
He laid down with his face near my cock and began to suck me. I leaned forward over his cock and began to suck him. Over the next hour, I experienced more physical pleasure than I had ever experienced before. Brad would suck my cock deeply and put his hands around my ass and pull my cock deeper into his mouth and I would thrust my hips forward, shoving my cock deeper down his throat. I sucked his dick slowly at first, savoring the moment. I took my time running my tongue against his hard cock. As the minutes went by, I began to suck deeper and faster. Soon Brad was telling me he was nearly about to cum.He repositioned himself so that we were laying down next to each other. He quickly jacked his hard cock as I licked the head. I could feel his dick getting stiffer, I knew he would cum soon.
“You ready?” Brad said to me with a smile.
I nodded my head. I was ready to have his load all over my face. With a few thrusts of his hips, Brad let out a loud moan and released a thick stream of hot cum onto my face. He continued jacking his cock; more and more white, hot jizz squirted out of his cock and onto my face. I could feel it in my hair and on my forehead and on my cheek. I took his cock in my hand and licked up all the cum off his massive tool; I squeezed out every last drop onto my tongue. Brad smiled and ran his finger over my face, playing with his load.
We ended that night with another shot. I jacked off after Brad left the house and shot one of the largest loads I have ever had the pleasure of producing. Though we never did anything again, I still remember that night...and I’ll never forget how my wildest 9th grade fantasy came true.