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Thanks for all the encouraging comments on Part I of this story. I
wasn't sure if I should continue or not. I'm so glad that so many of
you are enjoying Chris' tale. This story is just taking on a life of
its own. I hope you enjoy reading the next instalment as much I did
writing it. Love, CB
Chapter 5 - Night on the Town
The next time Chris woke was very different. Instead of slowly emerging
from a dream, he bolted upright, his heart pounding. His sleep had been
dreamless; he had been exhausted by his incredible orgasm earlier that
day. Disoriented, having no idea of the time or day, he looked out the
window. It was bright out, but the sun was not shining in his window.
It must be afternoon at least. Saturday. He had no hangover, but a
strange taste was in his mouth.
"What did I drink last night?" he thought.
The lack of hangover was to be expected if he had slept as long as he
thought he had. But the taste? No drink he could think of had an
aftertaste like that; kinda salty and musky.
As he pondered this, he slowly began to remember his brief period of
wakefulness from earlier that day. Had he dreamed it? It all seemed so
odd. But the dried crust of cum on his chest and sheets belied the
dream.
"God, what an intense orgasm that was!" he thought.
His dick twitched under the bed sheets as he remembered the wonderful
feeling of jacking off, fondling his breast and the mind-numbing
orgasm. He then remembered how sensitive his nipple had been, the
electric shock he felt when he touched it. One memory led to another
and the memory tasting his own cum came back to him. Not just tasting,
but eagerly taking all he could get.
"Did I really eat my own cum?"
Chris' dick came fully erect at the thought and without thinking he
reached down and began messaging his stiff member. His thoughts
returned to his nipples. He pulled the bed sheets down to examine them
and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He slowly, almost reluctantly
reached up to touch one.
A loud bang made him jump out of his skin. It was the front door
slamming. But was Andy just getting home, or just leaving. He heard
rustling from the living room; just getting home. It must have been
Andy slamming his car door that woke him up. From the amount of noise
he was making, he was in a foul mood.
"Must not have gotten laid last night," Chris thought.
Not surprised, he jumped from bed, threw some sweats on and bolted for
the bathroom. He wanted to get a shower and brush his teeth before
running into Andy, or anyone else for that matter.
While showering, Chris once again began to think about his autoerotic
experience. He tried to shower quickly, but found it difficult not to
fondle his cock or his breasts. Lathering up, it just felt so good to
rub his soapy hands all over his body. It was almost like he had a new
body. Was he sensitive in new places, or was he just discovering
erogenous zones that had been there all along? He was here to get all
the cum off; he didn't want to jack off again. But as he cleaned his
nether regions, his cock became rock hard once again. We worked his
soapy hand up and down the length of the shaft, while cupping his
breast in his other hand. It felt so good...
He forced himself back under control. He had to stop rubbing his cock.
He had to wash up and get out of the shower quickly. He began to wash
his chest; it was caked with dried spunk. But as he rubbed his chest
his nipples joined his cock in being erect. He couldn't help but
massage the erect nipples with his soapy hands. Before he realized it,
his right hand returned to his man meat and he was pumping it furiously
while his left hand caressed his breast and tweaked his nipple. A
strange image came to him; he imagined having breasts. Large breasts
with great big areolas and nipples standing at attention. Chris had
always been a fan of large breasts and the thought of having his own
was incredibly erotic.
"God, it would be soooo nice to have breasts!" thought Chris. "Then
Andy could lick and suck on my nipples and that would just make me
crazy!"
The thought of Andy suckling his breast sent Chris over the edge. His
cock grew larger and harder in his slippery grip and he had to stifle a
scream as hot jets of cum shot out of the pulsing purple head,
splashing against the shower wall. Chris had to grab the wall for
support as he continued to pump his rigid cock until it became too
sensitive to touch, cum still dribbling out of his pee hole.
"Wow, two amazing orgasms in one day!" thought Chris.
After several minutes he regained his senses and his balance, he
thought to try and taste some of the spunk again, but the shower had
washed it away. He felt a surprisingly strong sense of loss at this. He
also felt a tingling sensation. It was very slight on most of his body,
but seemed stronger at his chest and hips.
Soon, Chris came back to reality. It struck him as odd and a little
disturbing that he imagined having breasts. Even worse, having his
roommate sucking on them! The water was beginning to run cold,
interrupting his line of thought.
"How long have I been in here?" thought Chris.
He quickly rinsed off, the cold water ensuring that his didn't get
another hard-on. At least he hadn't cum all over himself again. As he
towelled off, he caught a glimpse in the mirror.
"I need to lose weight," he said to no one. "My chest is practically
bigger than my belly." He wrapped the towel around his waist and
returned to his bedroom to dress.
While putting his pants on, he noticed that they were quite snug in the
hips. "Definitely have to lose weight," he said aloud.
After dressing, he went to the living room to find Andy sitting in
front of the TV. Chris was happy to see his good friend, in spite of
his dour expression.
"I wonder if there's anything I could do to cheer him up?" The thought
briefly crossed his mind that it was a shame he couldn't give his
roommate a blowjob. Andy wanted one so badly and Chris really had loved
the taste of cum. Chris quickly dismissed this thought; he wasn't gay.
Besides, what would he say? "Sorry Mindy wouldn't suck your dick. Would
you like me to?" That wouldn't go over well. Instead Chris said,
"'morning Andy. How's it going?"
"Morning?!? Man, its 6:30 at night," Andy replied. "You've slept the
whole day away. You must have really partied it up last night. And what
happened this morning? When you screamed, I thought you were dying.
Almost came in to check on you, but I heard you moving around, so I
left you alone."
Chris' relief was obvious. "Er, well. I was pretty hung over. I was
trying not to throw up." he lied.
"Thought you might have been having a bad dream, nightmare."
"BAD dream?" Chris thought, "No, on the contrary..."
"Well, you sure as hell must have had a better night than me."
"Didn't get your BJ, huh?" Chris asked, trying to sound sympathetic.
He wasn't of course. Andy shouldn't be trying to manipulate his
girlfriend like that. If Mindy couldn't give Andy what he needed, he
should to find someone else. Chris felt a sudden dislike for Mindy. If
she didn't want to give Andy head, then to hell with her. She doesn't
know what she's missing.
Andy didn't respond and that was all the answer Chris needed. Chris sat
down next to his roommate and put a hand on his knee. It occurred to
him that he had never touched Andy this way before. But he was just
comforting a friend. Nothing out of the ordinary here.
"You deserve better than Mindy," Chris said, sincerely this time.
He felt a strong bond with Andy at that moment. Andy must have been
uncomfortable with the contact. He quickly stood up and Chris felt a
sense of disappointment.
"Mindy and I had a big fight last night," Andy explained. "Right after
you left, we started to get romantic. Y'know, we cuddled up in front of
the TV and started to get down to business. But as soon as I asked her
to go down on me, she got all pissed off. Started yelling at me about
not respecting her and trying to force to do disgusting things. Well, I
told her it wasn't disgusting and that if she wasn't going to blow me,
she could just leave."
"And she did," Chris reasoned.
"Yeah. Haven't talked to her since."
"Sounds like you need to cut loose a little and forget Mindy. Let's hit
High Street tonight! We'll hit one of the dance clubs. Drink a few
beers, dance with a few chicks, maybe even bring one or two home. What
do you say?"
Andy's mood brightened at this. If he couldn't get Mindy to blow him,
maybe he could pick up some floozy who would. At any rate, a whole lot
of beer would make him feel better. He smiled for the first time in
days.
"Thanks, Chris. You're a good friend. Let's go get nailed!"
Talking to Andy and getting ready for their night on the town made
Chris forget all about his disturbing thoughts from earlier in the day.
He and Andy were going to have a great time tonight and maybe even get
some action!
The roommates headed upstairs to get dressed for the evening. It was
just the campus bar scene, so nothing too nice was in order. But they
did want to look good for the chicks. Andy dressed in a button-down
shirt, nice jeans and dockers. Chris was dressed in a polo shirt,
khakis and snakeskin boots. They were the closest thing he had to dress
shoes. They flipped to see who would drive tonight and Chris lost. They
weren't so proper as to have a designated driver. It was just a
question of who would run the risk of getting stopped for DUI tonight.
Chris hopped into the driver's seat and they left for campus in Andy's
station wagon. It wasn't as likely to impress the ladies as Chris'
sports car. But in the event that they managed to pick up a couple
girls, the wagon would hold everyone more comfortably. Especially if
they needed some extra room to manoeuvre.
The two friends arrived at one of the local dance clubs. They normally
preferred many of the other bars that offered pool tables and dart
boards. But the goal tonight was to get laid and the dance club was the
place to find women. Chris worked his way through the crush of people
and got to the bar. He ordered four shots and four beers and started a
tab. Andy didn't normally do shots, but Chris' intent was to get Andy
so smashed that he would have a good time regardless of whether he got
lucky. Returning to Andy's side, they immediately toasted and downed
the round of shots. Andy followed up by drinking the first beer in one
go and Chris felt obliged to follow suit. No sooner had Chris finished
his beer then Andy was tossing back the other shot and chasing it with
the second beer. Thus the evening was off to a flying start.
The night wore on with Andy and Chris dancing with every girl they
could find. As the alcohol worked on Chris' inhibitions, he found
himself focusing more and more on Andy. His gaze kept returning to
Andy's crotch and Chris wondered what it would be like to touch it.
While dancing, he started to bump into Andy, or brush his hand against
his ass. The moments when his hand was on Andy's ass were thrilling,
but disappointingly brief. When Andy commented, Chris apologized,
claiming it was an accident. Luckily Andy was also feeling the effects
of the alcohol and didn't pay much attention. Once, while Andy was
looking away, Chris even worked up the nerve to grab Andy in the
crotch. His heart skipped a beat when he felt Andy's manhood in his
grasp. He felt a strong impulse to give it a squeeze, but resisted.
When Andy turned back around, Chris pointed to a very drunk chick
dancing nearby. Assuming that this girl had grabbed his dick, he
started to hit on her. Chris was relieved that Andy was so easily
distracted and thrilled that he had gotten away with copping a feel of
his friend's cock. His thoughts clouded by the booze, Chris found
himself hoping that Andy didn't manage to pick up a girl. He was hoping
he could get another feel of Andy's dick when they got home.
As last call came, they weren't having much luck talking anyone into
coming home with them. By this time the guys were so shitfaced drunk
that the women were completely turned off. Of course, Chris was
actually trying to turn the women off at this point. He was fixated on
his roommate's cock. The guys finally decided to call it a night and
left the club. The drive back to the apartment was interminable. Chris
could not keep his mind off of Andy's crotch. He was so distracted that
he had a hard time holding the road. A few times he had to swerve back
onto the road after staring too long at his friend's lap. Andy, who was
already passing out from the evening's binge, would wake up just enough
to mumble something about watching the road. The last mile to the
apartment was pretty straight, so Chris figured he could afford a
little distraction. Steering with his left hand he reached over and
placed his right hand on Andy's leg. When Andy didn't react, he
gradually moved it closer until his hand was resting on Andy's crotch.
It was soft under Andy's pants and Chris was a little disappointed that
it wasn't erect. He gave it a gentle squeeze and felt his own cock jump
to life. Before he could go any further, he arrived home and pulled
into the apartment complex. It was well lit here and he worried that
the lights would wake Andy. And besides, he didn't want to be seen by
the neighbours with his hand on his roommate's crotch.
They got back to the apartment and Chris had to help his roommate into
the apartment. He didn't mind, though as this gave him the opportunity
to cop another feel of Andy's ass. It brought smile to his lips to cup
Andy's ass cheek in his hand, messaging softly. He couldn't get the
heavier man up the stairs, so he dumped him unceremoniously on the
couch. Chris was amused that Andy hadn't even noticed all the fondling.
"I wonder if he'd notice if I rubbed his cock?" thought Chris.
He felt his own already hard cock stiffen further at this idea. Slowly,
cautiously, Chris reached out and placed his hand on his roommate's
crotch. It was warm and soft under his fingers. He was impressed; even
without a hard-on, Chris could tell it was larger than his own. He
began to rub up and down on Andy's pants. Andy shifted and moaned, but
did not wake up. Growing bolder, Chris decided he wanted to see it. He
lowered himself to his knees in front of Andy and reached with his
other hand to unzip his pants. Chris's cock was throbbing in his pants
and he unconsciously licked his lips as he reached through the fly of
Andy's pants and boxers to grasp his friend's cock. Andy startled and
Chris' heart skipped a beat, but he did not release the warm, limp cock
in his hand. After a moment Andy was soundly sleeping again and Chris
pulled Andy's cock free of its denim prison. Chris got his first up-
close glimpse of another man's cock; it was limp in his hand and he was
disappointed that he couldn't see the base or balls. But he decided he
was taking enough of a chance as it was. He wasn't going to risk trying
to remove Andy's pants and boxers.
Chris was fascinated with the sight before him. He had never realized
how beautiful the penis was. He started messaging the cock and was
delighted when it began to grow. He leaned down and gently kissed the
head. The thought struck him that it would probably not fit in his
mouth fully erect, so he had better get it in while he could. He
quickly opened his mouth and placed it completely over the dick,
burying his nose in his friend's pants. He proceeded to swirl his
tongue around the limp cock, tasting its salty musk. It reminded him of
the eating his own cum and he felt his own cock jump in his pants. To
Chris's delight the cock in his mouth continued to grow. He was right,
in that it was soon too big to get all the way in his mouth. Chris
didn't mind, though. Now that it was hard, he could bob his head up and
down on the lovely shaft, licking and slurping. When he could no longer
reach the end of the dick with his lips, he began pumping with his
hand, while focusing his oral attention on the swollen head. Andy was
moaning in pleasure and seemed to be waking up. But Chris didn't care.
Having this rock-hard cock in his mouth was wonderful and there was no
way he was going to stop. Not until he got what he wanted. What he
needed. He had to have Andy's cum in his mouth. Chris was furiously
sucking and pumping when he felt the cock in his mouth grow larger and
the body under him stiffen. He had cum himself often enough to know
what this meant and he welcomed it. He backed off until just the head
was in his mouth and continued to lick the sensitive area just behind
the head. He continued pumping with his hand, now wet with saliva,
while he applied suction with his hot, eagerly waiting mouth.
Chris was fully expecting the ejaculation, but he had no idea there
would be so much. The cock in his mouth swelled even further and Andy
began to buck. Chris felt hot jets of fluid splash against the back of
his throat and nearly chocked. But then he tasted the wonderful,
familiar cum and swallowed every drop he could. He reached down with
his free hand to free his own cock, but as soon as he touched himself
he came in his pants. Andy continued to unload spurt after spurt of
spunk into Chris' hot mouth, while Chris did his best to swallow it
all. But there was just too much and some inevitably leaked out and ran
down his chin.
Andy seemed to wake up during his orgasm and mumbled something like,
"That was great, Mindy!"
But Chris was in ecstasy; he didn't care if Andy did wake up. He held
the last few drops of cum in his mouth, relishing the taste. The taste
and the wonderful feeling that washed over him. He was so happy to have
given Andy such pleasure. And it had felt so good to Chris, too.
Chris sat there for long moments with his best friend's cock in his
mouth and cum dribbling down his chin. He sucked the shaft in and out
of his mouth a few last times as it softened. Finally, reluctantly, he
pulled it out and proceeded to lick it clean. When he had licked the
last drop, he wiped the cum from his chin and licked this up as well.
He thought of removing his pants to eat his own cum too, but he knew it
would be soaked into his clothes. With a tinge of regret, he planted
one last kiss on his roommate's wonderful love shaft. Then, totally
drained from sucking cock and from his own incredible orgasm, he passed
out on the spot and collapsed on the floor in front of the couch.
To Be Continued...
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