To set this one up, Kyle is a big, blond ex-quarterback with a bad knee, and David is the cute little devil who has got Kyle's mind delving into places he never thought he would go. David has invited himself over to Kyle's house for Labor Day weekend, and Kyle is terrified that he won't be able to keep his hands to himself. But David has similar ideas. . . . He has warned Kyle that something interesting happens after he drinks even one beer, and Kyle is about to discover what that means.
I felt a bit like I'd been dropped into an episode of The Twilight Zone. I knew David, I'd worked side by side with him for a good while now, but this was an aspect of him I'd never known existed, and I liked it—a lot! If he'd been actively trying to make me fall for him, he couldn't have done better. He was . . . well . . . adorable!
Then a terrifying thought occurred to me. He wouldn't get nasty the more he drank, he would simply become more and more adorable! I didn't know if I'd be able to stand it. I was just about to blurt out something—I have no idea what—when he started giggling.
“Oh, here it comes!” he announced. “The hot flash!”
And with that, as I stood there watching him with my eyes practically popping out of their sockets, he pulled off his sweatshirt, laid it across the back of a kitchen chair, kicked off his thongs, and had his pants around his feet in less time than it takes to tell it. I thought for a moment there that I'd gone completely insane, and that my daydreams were beginning to take on a life of their own. I considered pinching myself, just to be sure.
“Hope you don't mind,” he said, “but after one beer, I get hot and have to take off all my clothes.” I couldn't imagine what else he might need to add to that, but, unbelievably, he went on, “Now, after two beers, I'll be sucking your cock, and after three—” He stopped there and gave me a huge grin. “—I'll be down on my hands and knees begging you to fuck me in the ass.”
I blinked and glanced down to examine the bottle in my hand. I couldn't possibly have had more than a couple of swallows of it, so I knew I wasn't intoxicated enough to be hallucinating. It would take a helluva lot more beer than that! I had to be insane! I stole another peek at him, and David, my adorable little David, was standing before me with the most stunningly beautiful hard-on this world has ever seen, and he'd just said. . . “What?”
He went on grinning at me delightfully, while at the same time repeating his words slowly and distinctly, “One beer: naked. Two beers: sucking your cock. Three beers: begging you to fuck my ass.” He paused for a second or two before adding with a sweeping gesture which encompassed his entire, beautiful little self, “You get all of this, and HIV negative. Guaranteed.”
Without another thought, or even a moment's hesitation, I gave him the bottle I had in my hand. “Here,” I said. “Drink up.”
His cock twitched and began to drool slippery syrup onto the floor. “Ha! I knew you liked me!” he said coyly. “In fact, I was sure you did!” David reached out and took my beer, taking a long swig from it before setting it down in the sink. “So, all loosened up now?”
I nodded. I might be loosened up, but I was still having a hard time believing what I was hearing and seeing. Then another thought occurred to me. “Do you really have to be drunk to do all of that?”
He shook his head. “Nope, I just use it as an excuse, mostly. A way of breaking the ice without getting into too much trouble. I mean, if you didn't like the idea, I could always say it was the beer talking.”
As though he'd needed to break the ice with me! Somehow, I should have guessed, though, should have known. . . .
I pulled him hard up against me and kissed him. I'd kissed plenty of women, but none that had ever affected me quite the way David did. It was odd—it wasn't even sexual—my dick wasn't even giving me fits, at least, not much—but I just couldn't stop kissing him! Didn't want to. I loved him. I would make love with him, eventually, but just then, all I wanted to do was hold him and kiss him.
But not in the kitchen. I picked him up and carried him to my bed, and never stopped kissing him—and I kissed him all over. From the nest of dark curls in the center of his chest, I followed the dark line down his abdomen to the other nest of curls surrounding his penis. I kissed the side of his neck, the back of his knees—I don't believe I missed a single spot. He was beautiful—he was warm, he was strong, he was sensuous—and I felt an affinity for him which was unrivaled in my experience. And then it got sexual. . . .
My cock turned to stone as I teased his nipples with my tongue while stroking his stiff rod. I felt it dripping on my fingers, and shuddered in anticipation of what lay ahead. Finally, giving in to the desire which guided me to the head of his cock, I kissed it: gently, lovingly, and then I took him in—and nearly died from the earth-shattering sensation of David's cock in my mouth. It was hot, slick, and salty, and my own cock felt like it was splitting apart as I went down on him. My eyes drifted shut as I gave in to the delirious sensations overtaking me. A deep sigh made me take a peek at him out of the corner of my eye; his expression was dreamy and blissful; his eyes half-closed and his lips parted. Shuddering with desire, I gulped as his balls pulsed and pumped more slippery fluid onto my tongue. I was so close then; if he'd touched my cock, I know it would have fired off a round into the air.
I waited, steadying my breathing, carefully wrapping my lips around his dick and then pulling back to savor his cock syrup again before going down on him once more. I'd never had any idea how it would be to suck another man's dick, but it was so good I could hardly stand it. I'd watched women suck me before—some had seemed to enjoy it, and some hadn't—but I'd been too busy focusing on the feeling of their mouths on my dick to think about how my penis might feel in a woman's mouth. But I knew now.
Moving around between his legs, I sucked up and down on his shaft and massaged his scrotum. I licked up the side to the head, then went back down to the base to lick his balls. I sucked one of them into my mouth, and I thought David was going to lose his load right then, but he held on, waiting for me to suck the cum out of him.
I took his ass in my hands, urging him to fuck my mouth, and he didn't disappoint me, pumping his cock past my lips and across my tongue. I felt him tighten, heard him exhale sharply, and then he came, spurting his semen into my waiting mouth. I let go of him to savor it, and got shot in the face with another blast.
“Suck me, Kyle!” David groaned, raising up to take my head in his hands and plead with me. “Put it back in your mouth and suck until it's soft. I want it all in your mouth. No, wait! Don't swallow the cream! I want to see,” he gasped, raising my face to his. “I want to see my cum in your mouth, watch you taste it, see you swallow it. I've . . . dreamed. . . . Oh, shit!” he hissed as his balls tried to come again. Letting go of my head, he fell back on the bed and waited for what else I would do to him.
I did the best I could, sliding him as far into my mouth as possible and trying not to swallow, but I had to—it was either that or choke to death. And when I swallowed, his softening cock went down along with his semen.
“Oh, God!” he shouted. “Fuck! That feels so . . .” And then he let out a scream as his nuts exploded again. “Oh, Kyle! Stop! It's too good! Oh, . . shit. . . . ” His voice trailed off, and I gradually felt his cock become completely soft in my mouth and his body go limp in my hands. “Too good,” he murmured. “Too fuckin' good. . . .” He let out a long sigh and reached down to ruffle my hair. “Whoa! Sucked off by a big, blond, Norwegian studmuffin! I may never be the same!”
It was a safe bet that I never would be, either.