Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2
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He was straight, even had a girlfriend that he had been with for years. For my part, I had dated plenty of girls, but I had a thing for gay porn, and for years had played around with the idea of sleeping with a guy. My obvious choice would have been Jamie, but it was out of the question seeing as he was straight. I had thought about trying to find another guy, but I was so shy, there was no way it was gonna happen. It was during one of our drunken beer pong nights that I came up with my plan. It was a crazy plan, but it seemed like the only way I was going to get to try out sex with a guy.
It was a Friday night, me and 3 other friends were all over at Jamie’s house playing beer pong. As usual, we were wasted. I had lost count of how many games we had played, and our three other friends had passed out; two of them on couches, one of them on the floor of the kitchen where we had been playing. Jamie and I picked him up and dropped him onto a chair in the living room so he could sleep. Then I talked Jamie into one last game before the two of us passed out. We weren’t nearly as drunk as our friends, since we had won most of the games and therefore hadn’t had to drink as much.
I told Jamie to go check on our friends while I set up the game. We usually played on teams, and it was very rare for me and him to play against each other. I poured the drinks for my side, and then his. I looked around, and then slipped a weak sleeping pill I had stolen from my parents’ house and crushed it into one of his cups. I felt a twinge of guilt, quickly overcome by excitement and alcohol. I set up the game and I waited.
When he got back, we started playing. He jumped out to a lead, but I wasn’t playing to win. He had hit three cups to my one, but I finally hit the one I was aiming for. At first, nothing really happened, and we went back and forth a few more rounds before he began swaying back and forth.
“Woah, Jamie, you OK man?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I…I don’t…” he muttered, and swayed more heavily. I ran and caught him just as he passed out and fell backwards, making sure he didn’t hit his head or fall on the ground. I half carried, half dragged him up the stairs into his room and laid him on his bed, still fully clothed. This was it, now or never. I felt a huge surge of mixed emotions: scared, nervous, excited, horny. I decided to go for it.
I bent over and softly kissed him. His lips were soft and warm. He didn’t stir at all, so I kissed him a little more forcefully, and he still didn’t move, just breathed deeply. His lips were a little dry. I stuck my tongue out and licked his lips, making sure they were nice and moist, and still, he didn’t stir. I felt like I was in the clear.
I lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off. His chest was hard, his stomach flat and toned, his skin tan, and his nipples tiny and hard. I reached out and pinched his nipples, looking at his face to make sure I didn’t wake him up. They were hard and pointy, and he didn’t wake up. I licked on one of them, savoring the feeling of my tongue on the tiny bump. Then I went further: I put my whole mouth on the nipple and sucked on it a bit. I’m sure if he was awake, he’d have liked the feeling.
After a minute or so, I finished with his nipples and moved down to his feet. His shoes were still on, black Nike running shoes. I pulled them off, and then stripped his socks off as well. His feet weren’t sweaty, but had a light pink tinge to them. Even hornier at this point, I began sucking on his toes, his big toe first, then adding more and more until I had all five in my mouth. After a minute or so, I went to the other foot and did the same. When I was done with his toes, I began licking the soles of his feet. Say what you want, but they were delicious. Soon, the bottoms of his feet were soaked. I pulled off his shorts, and left his lying there, unconscious in his boxers.
I stripped off my own clothes, and stood naked in front of him, nervous for the first time since I had started. My dick was hard as a rock, and I had come this far already. I put it between his feet and began rubbing them on it, giving myself a footjob with Jamie’s feet. I wasn’t sure I had ever felt anything as good, and nearly busted right there.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming, and stopped the footjob just before I exploded. He continued sleeping peacefully, as though nothing was happening. I slid his boxers off of him and spread his legs a little. He continued breathing deeply as I spread his legs out a little further and began to lick his asshole. It wasn’t something I had done in bed before, but I had seen it in a few pornos, and surprisingly, I found it enjoyable. Deeper and deeper I went, lubricating his asshole.
Once it was nice and moist, I stopped, climbed up on the bed, and began rubbing the very tip of my cock against his asshole. Slowly, very slowly, I slid the tip inside and gyrated softly inside of him. I pulled out and went back in, a little deeper this time, then pulled out and went back in again. I did this a few more times, going a little deeper each time, until eventually I was balls deep in his ass. I began to pound him, a little softly at first, but then when I saw that he still wasn’t waking up, harder and harder.
I could feel myself coming closer and closer to cumming again, and was tempted to splatter his asshole with cum. I held back though, and pulled out not a second too soon. I swear if I would have pumped even one more time, I would have exploded.
His dick was still flaccid. I grabbed it and began jerking it a little, trying to get it hard. Even though he was sleeping, his body cooperated. I could feel it getting harder and harder until it stood fully erect. He had a great looking dick, about seven inches long. I spit on it, and rubbed it in, until it was shining with moisture. I licked my fingers, and lubed up my own ass as best I could, then slowly sat down on his dick. I let him in slowly, just as I had gone into him, and felt the wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain as the tip went in. I bounced gently up and down on him, savoring the feeling.
After a couple of minutes, I slid off of him and took the tip of his dick in my mouth. I loved the taste of his cock on my tongue, slid down further on his dick, as far as I could go without gagging. I bobbed up and down, sucking harder on his cock, until, unexpectedly, I felt the shot of cum in the back of my mouth. It didn’t have much of a taste outside of a very slight saltiness, and after another shot, the rest of it sort of dribbled onto my tongue. I swallowed the load, then pulled off of him and moved so that I was standing next to his head. I tilted his mouth open and shoved my cock into it. I loved the feel of his warm, now moist lips on it, slid in and out, in and out. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I came, hard, explosively. I had never shot my load so forcefully in my life. I must have filled his entire mouth with the amount I let out.
When I had finally finished, I pulled out, cock soaking wet and dripping with cum. I closed his mouth and made sure he swallowed. As much as I wanted to lie down with him and just fall asleep there next to him, I had to make sure he didn’t realize what had happened. I pulled his boxers back onto him, but left the rest of his clothes off, thinking that, drunk as he was, it was likely enough that he had taken them off himself. I crept back downstairs, fell into the bed in the spare bedroom, and fell asleep almost immediately, thinking about how my first gay experience had been a success. -->
It was a Friday night, me and 3 other friends were all over at Jamie’s house playing beer pong. As usual, we were wasted. I had lost count of how many games we had played, and our three other friends had passed out; two of them on couches, one of them on the floor of the kitchen where we had been playing. Jamie and I picked him up and dropped him onto a chair in the living room so he could sleep. Then I talked Jamie into one last game before the two of us passed out. We weren’t nearly as drunk as our friends, since we had won most of the games and therefore hadn’t had to drink as much.
I told Jamie to go check on our friends while I set up the game. We usually played on teams, and it was very rare for me and him to play against each other. I poured the drinks for my side, and then his. I looked around, and then slipped a weak sleeping pill I had stolen from my parents’ house and crushed it into one of his cups. I felt a twinge of guilt, quickly overcome by excitement and alcohol. I set up the game and I waited.
When he got back, we started playing. He jumped out to a lead, but I wasn’t playing to win. He had hit three cups to my one, but I finally hit the one I was aiming for. At first, nothing really happened, and we went back and forth a few more rounds before he began swaying back and forth.
“Woah, Jamie, you OK man?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I…I don’t…” he muttered, and swayed more heavily. I ran and caught him just as he passed out and fell backwards, making sure he didn’t hit his head or fall on the ground. I half carried, half dragged him up the stairs into his room and laid him on his bed, still fully clothed. This was it, now or never. I felt a huge surge of mixed emotions: scared, nervous, excited, horny. I decided to go for it.
I bent over and softly kissed him. His lips were soft and warm. He didn’t stir at all, so I kissed him a little more forcefully, and he still didn’t move, just breathed deeply. His lips were a little dry. I stuck my tongue out and licked his lips, making sure they were nice and moist, and still, he didn’t stir. I felt like I was in the clear.
I lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off. His chest was hard, his stomach flat and toned, his skin tan, and his nipples tiny and hard. I reached out and pinched his nipples, looking at his face to make sure I didn’t wake him up. They were hard and pointy, and he didn’t wake up. I licked on one of them, savoring the feeling of my tongue on the tiny bump. Then I went further: I put my whole mouth on the nipple and sucked on it a bit. I’m sure if he was awake, he’d have liked the feeling.
After a minute or so, I finished with his nipples and moved down to his feet. His shoes were still on, black Nike running shoes. I pulled them off, and then stripped his socks off as well. His feet weren’t sweaty, but had a light pink tinge to them. Even hornier at this point, I began sucking on his toes, his big toe first, then adding more and more until I had all five in my mouth. After a minute or so, I went to the other foot and did the same. When I was done with his toes, I began licking the soles of his feet. Say what you want, but they were delicious. Soon, the bottoms of his feet were soaked. I pulled off his shorts, and left his lying there, unconscious in his boxers.
I stripped off my own clothes, and stood naked in front of him, nervous for the first time since I had started. My dick was hard as a rock, and I had come this far already. I put it between his feet and began rubbing them on it, giving myself a footjob with Jamie’s feet. I wasn’t sure I had ever felt anything as good, and nearly busted right there.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming, and stopped the footjob just before I exploded. He continued sleeping peacefully, as though nothing was happening. I slid his boxers off of him and spread his legs a little. He continued breathing deeply as I spread his legs out a little further and began to lick his asshole. It wasn’t something I had done in bed before, but I had seen it in a few pornos, and surprisingly, I found it enjoyable. Deeper and deeper I went, lubricating his asshole.
Once it was nice and moist, I stopped, climbed up on the bed, and began rubbing the very tip of my cock against his asshole. Slowly, very slowly, I slid the tip inside and gyrated softly inside of him. I pulled out and went back in, a little deeper this time, then pulled out and went back in again. I did this a few more times, going a little deeper each time, until eventually I was balls deep in his ass. I began to pound him, a little softly at first, but then when I saw that he still wasn’t waking up, harder and harder.
I could feel myself coming closer and closer to cumming again, and was tempted to splatter his asshole with cum. I held back though, and pulled out not a second too soon. I swear if I would have pumped even one more time, I would have exploded.
His dick was still flaccid. I grabbed it and began jerking it a little, trying to get it hard. Even though he was sleeping, his body cooperated. I could feel it getting harder and harder until it stood fully erect. He had a great looking dick, about seven inches long. I spit on it, and rubbed it in, until it was shining with moisture. I licked my fingers, and lubed up my own ass as best I could, then slowly sat down on his dick. I let him in slowly, just as I had gone into him, and felt the wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain as the tip went in. I bounced gently up and down on him, savoring the feeling.
After a couple of minutes, I slid off of him and took the tip of his dick in my mouth. I loved the taste of his cock on my tongue, slid down further on his dick, as far as I could go without gagging. I bobbed up and down, sucking harder on his cock, until, unexpectedly, I felt the shot of cum in the back of my mouth. It didn’t have much of a taste outside of a very slight saltiness, and after another shot, the rest of it sort of dribbled onto my tongue. I swallowed the load, then pulled off of him and moved so that I was standing next to his head. I tilted his mouth open and shoved my cock into it. I loved the feel of his warm, now moist lips on it, slid in and out, in and out. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I came, hard, explosively. I had never shot my load so forcefully in my life. I must have filled his entire mouth with the amount I let out.
When I had finally finished, I pulled out, cock soaking wet and dripping with cum. I closed his mouth and made sure he swallowed. As much as I wanted to lie down with him and just fall asleep there next to him, I had to make sure he didn’t realize what had happened. I pulled his boxers back onto him, but left the rest of his clothes off, thinking that, drunk as he was, it was likely enough that he had taken them off himself. I crept back downstairs, fell into the bed in the spare bedroom, and fell asleep almost immediately, thinking about how my first gay experience had been a success. -->
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