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The Late Night
by an Anonymous Jerkbud Author
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This story starts back in college. I was able
to go to a college far enough away from my family and the pressures of
conformity to begin the process of defining my sexual identity. I always liked boys, but had not scored with any while at home. Ah, the eye candy my college provided! I was fortunate enough to go to a school where sons and daughters of privilege had attended for years, and as this society has it, those with wealth tend to be those with beauty. I got to know tons of people my freshman year, and in short time developed a crush on my good buddy Wes, an All-American jock type from California. He was funny, charming and most of all hot—blonde, gorgeous blue eyes, six feet three inches of Adonis-like masculine perfection. He and our group of friends had no idea that secretly I fiended for Wes. Wes and I would occasionally exchange flirtatious glances, wrestle for no reason and give each other various sexual signals. I don’t know if he was doing that to me because he knew about my closet or if he was just playful like that. I didn’t know what to think, but I was not going to be the one to make any move on him in fear of fucking up our friendship. Now Wes was the kind of guy who always had the hottest women hanging off of his dick. He had his way with tons of women and would gladly share with anyone within listening distance his stories. I was green with envy. Not that I wasn’t getting any play; one day junior year I had my first contact with another man. Then another man soon after that. I craved cock and got it. I knew then that I would be ever on a search for the next dick to suck, the next ass to fuck. Those guys were cool, had beautiful cocks and were wonderful kissers, but neither one was Wes. As it happened Wes and I were hanging out after a party in his frat getting hammered while playing drinking games. There is a problem when I mix my hidden lusts with alcohol. Actually, it’s not much of a problem; it’s that I get super horny and super flirty. I’m getting drunk, too drunk to go to my dorm on the far side of campus. Seeing my dilemma, none-to-sober Wes tells me that I can sleep on the futon in his room. “Yes! A personal invitation!” I think, glowing on the inside. “Cool,” I manage to slur to him. Inside still lusting after my friend I’m thinking, “Hell yeah! I’m gonna hook up with this boy tonight!” We get back to his dorm and sure enough as soon as his door closes our lips are locked, our tongues dancing in each others mouths. I could feel the heat rising in my boxers. In the darkness of this dream boy’s room, my boner is throbbing against my shorts. I don’t know if Wes felt it, but all of a sudden he pulled away, guided me to the futon and jumped in his bed in the opposite corner of the room. This was the ULTIMATE cocktease! All of the pent up sexual energy that he and I had seconds before had vanished. I adjusted my cock in my shorts to prop it between the elastic band of my boxers and my stomach (the good old hide the boner trick I perfected in high school). I felt dizzy; had this just happened? I could still taste him in my mouth, yet I was on the couch and he was on his way to dreamland. Oh how I wanted to jump in that bed with him! I knew better. I went to his bed anyway. I sat at the foot of his bed and told him everything. I told him I was gay, that I hooked up with two boys since getting to college (and I gave him graphic details, down to the taste of semen!) and that he was my best friend and that I wanted him desperately. The dangers of alcohol! I had to confess to him. I don’t know if he was asleep, but it felt really good for me to be rid of that, to let someone else in my circle. I turned back to the futon and passed out. A couple of days later, I asked Wes if he remembers what we did, and he said yes. The thing is that he was completely cool about it and that he was glad I let him in my circle (he HEARD that?) He told me that by hooking up with me, he was “doing me a favor,” not in the dickhead kind of way, but in the sincere I’m trying to help my friend out type of way. All of this made me want him more. Wes and I remained terrific friends through college, and though I never had the strength to come out while in school, I knew I had someone who had my back if I decided to step out of my closet. Now fast forward seven years. Wes and I remained friends, so close in fact, that he invited me to be one of the ushers in his wedding. I was honored. I knew his fiancée Cara through college as well, and they had actually started dating our senior year off and on. I was happy for them as they're a good match. She’s hot too, and I am sure that they will have gorgeous, perfect children—that kind of couple. As it happened, their wedding was in Florida (Cara’s from there) and I had to get my act together to get the ticket, tux, etc. Now all of us in the bridal party had to get there Thursday (the wedding was Saturday afternoon) to get our tuxes, do the rehearsal thing, etc. Wes had several of our college buddies in the wedding, so it was a mini-reunion for all of us. Thursday night, Wes’s parents decided to have a little get-to-know-you for their immediate family and for those in the wedding party. His family was WILD (Wes has a gorgeous little cousin, who was like Wes in every way but younger). They rented out this beach house (of course I should have guessed as much; his family is loaded), had this huge spread of scrumptious cuisine AND a fully stocked bar and told us to partial night! Of course, as the night grew on and I got more liquor in me, those feelings for Wes began to resurface. I don’t know what it was… Was it the pre-marital glow? His new haircut? His perfect smile? Wes was looking smashingly delicious that night, and I had to keep myself away. So I flirted with the bartender. I should have stopped drinking then. Wes’s uncle then suggested we move the party up the street to one of the local bars, and we caravanned to the bar, which was a ghost town. We got made requests with the DJ and actually got to hear our songs! Wes's uncle bought everyone shots of: Jaeger, Goldschlager, Kamikazes and Minderasers, in that order. Cara and the bridesmaids left the bar before the Goldschlager shot—they had errands to run in the morning. Most of the family began to leave as well, leaving me, the four other groomsmen, Wes’s drink like a fish uncle and cute cousin at the bar. It was time for me to go, so I headed back to the hotel suite with another groomsman/college buddy. The others stayed till the bar closed, I was told. All of the guys, Wes included, were staying in the same hotel suite to save money. The room had one central area with the pull-out couch, desk and TV and two smaller rooms that actually had a full-size bed each. Pete, the driver, went off to one of the rooms and I to the other. No one really laid claim to any of the rooms, but we figured since we got there first, it was fair that we got to sleep in the beds. I did not even get under the blankets when I fell to passout on my bed. Just the thought of having a good alcohol aided sleep was enough to get me to doze off. I guess about half an hour passed when I felt someone get in the bed beside me. I knew I was gonna have to share the bed with someone, since it was big enough for two and we all had equal share. I was lying on my side with my back to the door when I heard someone enter. It was all peaceful, and I was trying to sleep, and this fool was trying to get under the covers to go to sleep. Never mind that I was on top of the covers, so the only way he could get under them was to disturb me. Frustrated, I sat up to get under the covers so he’d stop moving everything. Dammit, I thought, my back still to the usurper, as I got under the damn blanket. You know that feeling, when you just want to go to sleep and you have no idea what exactly is going on around you? You get cranky, you know? Pissed, I tucked under the top blanket and not the blanket underneath, because I didn’t want to touch the invader in my bed. Apparently lying on top of the underblanket was not good enough, since the next thing I knew, this asshole was making me get under that blanket too. Whatever, I think, and by this time, I was awake enough to begin to associate things, like where I was and what day it happened to be. Finally under both blankets and with my back still towards the jerk, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I oddly start to get aroused because he was much closer to me than I thought a friend would be. I was perfectly awake then. Next thing I knew, an arm crossed over my body and guided me to turn and face its body. There was plenty of light in the room for 3 in the morning, and thanking the gods in heaven, the guiding arm belonged to Wes. My anger at the invading jerk dissolved instantly. Wes and I were now face to face, and he looked me deeply in the eyes. What happened next lives with me to this day. Wes, gorgeous, sweet, about to be married Wes gently, carefully took my hand and moved it to his crotch, where to my surprise and utter delight, he placed my hand on his rock hard cock. Now I had touched many dicks before, butsomehow his felt “right.” I started to massage his dick through his boxer-briefs and Wes moaned, closed his eyes and rolled onto his back. He began to move the covers out of the way, but I hardly noticed. I was focused solely on him. I could feel the throb of his perfect dick through his underwear, and by this time I was hard as steel. I slid my hands under his waistband, and inched his boxers down past his hips. What a sight! Instinctually, I grabbed his dick and smoothly started to give it squeezes and strokes. I moved his shirt up to expose his body almost completely, and started to lick his nipples gently at first then with passion finally unleashed after seven long years. I kissed him on the chest and rested my head there still stroking his warm, rigid flesh. I felt perfectly sober by now, awake and completely hard. I took note of all of my senses. I smelled his body: musk and Aqua di Gio. We barely made any sounds; I could here others in the outer room snoring. I stared at his magnificent cock—about as big as mine but he was circumcised. I felt this cock, this cock I lusted after for years pulsing in my palm. As I thought all of this, as I watched the love muscle of this gorgeous man, and absorbed all that was happening at that moment, I felt Wes’s hand on the back of my head, signaling me to go further. Maybe he knew that after smell, sound, sight and touch that there was only one sense of mine left to bombard: taste. Slowly, surely, I continued to stroke. My mouth began to salivate, my thoughts steadied. The hand that was giving this groom-to-be a hand job cupped Wes’s balls to make way for my oh-so-willing mouth. Eyes open, hand moving, mouth wide, I slid Wes’s beautiful dick into my mouth.
I’d delivered
blow-jobs before, but this was different. I wanted this one for posterity’s
sake. I wanted this to be a blow-job I would never forget. And oh was his
dick was magical! He was a perfect fit. It was erect enough to see all of
his veins, but it was soft like an uncut dick. It was unlike any other dick
I have ever had or will ever have. I moved my head up and down on his
glorious shaft, deepthroating him to the best of my ability. All other cocks
were mere practice for this mystical moment. I took my mouth off of his dick
only to service his balls, and did so with extraordinary attention to every
morsel of his skin. I never stopped touching his powerful dick in some way,
either by hand or by mouth. My tongue leaped for joy and explored every inch
of him. I took him in my mouth again and could feel with my hand his nuts
begin to tighten. Faster I went, but slowed down every so often to keep him
on the brink. All the while Wes was rubbing my back, stroking my neck and
letting me know that it felt good. I was in a state of euphoria, and the
thought of him cumming made me speed up. Wes by this point had gotten in on
the action and was moving his hips up and down in perfect synch with my
mouth. I stopped moving and allow him to fuck my face. After about five
strong pumps, Wes froze in place and I felt warm liquid gush into my mouth.
I kept my mouth on his dick to take in every last drop of his cum.
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