Managing someone's home temporarily.
In my final year of high school, I was filled with curiosity. I remained romantically engaged with the opposite sex, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by boys as well. At eighteen, being a senior was cool, and I was eager to start working.
One of my mother's friends was going out of town for a week, and she asked my mother if I could stay over to take care of the pets and postal mail. My mother happily volunteered me for the task.
To my surprise, their house had a hot tub in the backyard, which I only discovered once I went to get directions.
The very next day, I familiarized myself with the TV, sound system, and liquor cabinet. The latter was chock-full, which made me quite pleased.
After two days, I invited my friend Tom over. He was 19 and perhaps too affixed to men to be considered straight. He came over after work and stayed for a couple of days. This seemed like a terrific idea.
Tom was an athlete - tall, lean, tan, and blonde. Standing at 6 feet, he was a few inches taller than me. We were friends for several years. We often enjoyed reading an erotic magazine called "Options." This magazine showcased gay and lesbian encounters. As an avid reader, I soon learned that Tom was also a fervent fan. Thus the invitation.
I had no idea how this would all unfold. However, I had a very specific fantasy playing out in my head.
They did not possess a pool; instead, there was a hot tub underneath a gazebo. This was where my plans would unfold.
Tom arrived around 7 p.m. and brought sandwiches for dinner. We devoured those promptly and consumed whatever we found in the liquor cabinet. Neither of us preferred beer, so we experimented with the harder drinks. None of them were excellent, but my objective was to get him slightly inebriated - and myself, as well.
We discovered a bottle of Patrón, and since the alternatives were worse, we opted for this. This dark alcohol burned like crap going down, but it accomplished its purpose.
The hot tub, combined with the alcohol, and my enthusiasm made me considerably braver than I typically would have been.
Tom inquired if we were going to enter the hot tub, and I stalled a bit before affirming. However, it was the goal all along.
We both changed into our swimsuits, which took an unusually long time because I struggled with maintaining my balance and finding the opening for my left leg.
We then donned bathing suits and brought four more shots of Patrón before venturing outside. Tom was broader than me and sported well-defined muscles. However, he wasn't overweight.
We turned up the radio and settled into the hot tub with our drinks on the ledge. We spoke about jobs, girls, and sports - typical male topics. I was still unsure where he stood, so I proceeded cautiously.
Both buzzed, we inadvertently kept bumping legs. Just rubbing them against each other felt pleasurable, but I craved much more.
We had standard trunks on rather than Speedos, which was disappointing. I attempted to slide my foot inside the leg of his shorts, but he caught on and aided me in my endeavor.
He ultimately opened his legs, allowing me to place mine on top of his. This was a bold move, considering how uncertain I was of his preferences.
He then grasped one of my feet and began massaging it, which felt marvelous indeed. Then he did something unexpected - he started sucking my big toe like it was a tiny penis. The incredible shock that shot straight to my groin made it clear that we were on the same wavelength for sure.
I took my other foot and placed it in his lap, stroking my foot up and down his rigid penis. My God, this was incredible, and if nothing more occurred, I had already amassed an incredible jack-off story.
After a minute or so (it likely felt much longer), he took my foot out of the hot water and pushed me away. I assumed the fun had concluded.
Instead, he asked, "How drunk are you?" I responded by revealing my intention, inviting him over with this scenario in mind.
He smiled and stood up. Taking another sip from his beverage, he approached me. I was perspiring from the heat, the alcohol, and the adrenaline.
He gazed at me intently and queried, "Now what?" I couldn't comprehend his question, so I just looked up at him in puzzlement. Finally, he clarified, "This is your story. You write it. What's next?"
It was my turn now, uncertain if he might run away, mock me, or anything else. So, I decided to give it a try.
In silence, I began rubbing the front of his suit. Holy moly, he was hard - and big! About the same length as me but felt wider. But, what the heck, it felt great - even with the fabric in the way.
For about a minute, I kept rubbing his rock-hard cock until I slid my hand inside his suit, untying the elastic. It didn't give much, but it was definitely looser now.
I'm not a lover of hairy men, but at that point, I would've done anything. I know it was my story, though.
I inched closer and wanted to touch his butt. I wanted to see his butt. I wanted to eat his butt!
He didn't react at all - just had his hands on his head. Standing like a tall glass of water.
Slowly, I reached behind him, pulled him toward me. I wanted to feel his buttocks. I wanted to see his buttocks. I wanted to eat his buttocks!
He didn't make a move or say anything. He simply stood there, looking hot as hell.
I slid my fingers inside his waistband and, very carefully, started pulling down his suit - a little in front, then around to the back, back to the front. I'd remember this moment for a very long time.
Suddenly, he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. Damn, he was handsome! His hand stroked my cheek as I gazed at him, and all he said was, "don't stop."
Certainly not! I gripped his hips and turned him around. His buttocks were now the only thing in my sight, and oh boy, were they hot.
With his cock still inside his cloths and his fabulous buttocks right in front of me, I shoved him face-first onto the ground. His buttocks were now the only thing in my face - and they were burning.
I licked his left butt cheek - slowly, then his right. I kissed his buttocks as I imagined hundreds of times. Since he was bent over, I dove right into his butt crack, gradually working my way up to his puckered hole. I couldn't get enough - licking, kissing, and trying to push my tongue inside him. He was moaning and pushing back, indicating I was definitely on the right track.
I took the shorts down, freeing his impeccably sculpted ass - much whiter than the rest of his tanned body. It was all I could do to control myself from cumming right then.
With his cock still confined within his suit and his magnificent ass exposed, I pushed him over. The sight of his buttocks now in front of me was incredibly arousing.
I traced my tongue from his left butt cheek to the right, then kissed them both. I dove into his butt crack, exploring every nook and cranny with my tongue, playing with his hole. He moaned and pushed back, which seemed to confirm that I was doing something right.
Then, I slid my right index finger against his back entrance. He liked it, pushing back into me in an attempt to get my finger inside him.
We managed to make it work, and I finger-fucked him for a few minutes before he asked me to stop. I was puzzled, wondering if I'd done something wrong. But he turned around and faced me, presenting his cock. Wow, it looked fantastic!
He uttered, "I need to cum", and swiftly stroked it a few times until he shot his load all over my face. I wasn't prepared for it, but there it was - blast after blast on my forehead, nose, and luckily, my lips. He continued stroking until he exhausted all the cum he could produce. It felt like a lot.
I didn't hesitate and took him into my mouth. I had to taste him. I had to taste his cum. I licked him clean, giving it my all.
He then leaned in and kissed me - tasting his own jizz. It was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced.
He collapsed next to me, both of us breathless with excitement. As he looked at me, turned my face towards his, and said, "your turn", it left me on the edge of my seat, waiting for what's next.
To be continued.
