Mack And Me

When he called I was surprised, he never gets on the phone, the few times he's instigated contact it was in text. I had known Mack for most of my life. We grew up in the same neighborhood and his brother Shane and I were good friends. Mack was always there, hanging around and relishing his role as Shane's annoying brother. He was too smart and too charming for his own good.

Shane was in rehab again and this time, like the others, it was bad. Mack asked if he could come over and hang out, he just needed to be nostalgic I guess. When he arrived he was quiet. We just sat and played toe jam and earl. After we had our fill of the game he helped himself to some Jameson and sat on the floor between my knees. "Be gay and rub my neck. It's stiff as fuck." It was and I did.

I massaged his neck and back and let him talk. He waxed on about how things could have been if his life stayed "normal", whatever that meant. He generally lives with no regrets and this was as close to regretting as I ever heard him talk.

He reminded me of the time he guessed I was Bi and then correctly nailed down my "types", the precocious little shit, "blonde boys, dark-skinned girls, and gingers across the board."

We laughed and told stories we both already knew but it was a kind of healing. I hadn't noticed during the nostalgia but was now keenly aware that I was hard. I was rubbing the soft bare skin of my friend's brother and I was hard. I was also instantly aware of just how much of me was touching him. I stopped rubbing and he grabbed my hand and turned his head to me and said; "thanks." I carefully got out from behind him and stood up.

He laughed, shook his head, and without looking at me said; "What? That hard-on not too comfy?" I felt flush and made my way quickly through the bedroom and into the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and screwed up the courage to go make apologies. When I came out he was standing, leaning against the closed bedroom door. His head was down, looking at the floor like it was interesting. I stared at him because he was interesting. He had gone from an annoying brother to an incredibly charming and sexy man. His creamy skin, blonde hair, and bright blue eyes were hypnotizing. I was staring as he looked up at me. I could see in his eyes that he had made a decision. He was driven.

Macaulay began stripping down as he walked through the room. Kicking his shoes off, his sweater fell to the floor. He slid his belt off and the buckle fell hard on the tile when he dropped it. His trousers slid down effortlessly and he just stepped out of them leaving his socks behind as well. As he walked closer to me he unbuttoned his shirt staring at me, unflinching. He stopped inches away and let the shirt float off of him to the floor. I could feel his warm breath on my chest. He looked up to meet my eyes again and I felt his hand around my wrist, he pulled it up to his face and nuzzled into my hand letting his lips come to rest on my palm. He pulled his lips across my hand to the tips of my fingers and closed his eyes while he slid my middle finger into his mouth, rubbing it slowly along his tongue. His blue eyes opened again as he pulled my finger out and smiled as he pushed my hand down, down, down, and slid it past the elastic on his boxers. I felt his warm, hard cock throb and twitch. He closed my hand around his dick and moaned. He whispered; "Yeah."

His boxers fell to his ankles and I looked down as he stepped out of them and closer to me. Skin to skin. His face at my neck I felt a kiss then his hands released my jeans and they fell. I forced myself to let go of his cock, Grabbed his ass with both hands, and pulled him into me. His cock pushing into mine he ran his hands under my shirt, up my sides, and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side. "God damn," he said before putting my nipple in his mouth. I released my grip on him and he slowly pulled away, a sly grin on his face. "Get on the bed," he demanded and I did.

I lay there and he pealed my underwear off. I looked down when he said; "Hey" just in time to watch him stare at me and put his beautiful lips around my dick. He slowly moved his lips up and down my shaft while pushing his tongue against the head, his eyes never leaving mine. After only a couple of minutes, I couldn't help it, I pulled him up and off of me, and he giggled. He spun around, his legs spread over mine, his ass wriggling and he thrust into the bed and moaned. He looked back at me with the same smile. He moved his feet onto my chest and ran his toes across my nipples and a moan slipped out of my mouth and betrayed me. "I see." He said and laughed, "You like my feet?"

He moved his foot up to my mouth and said; "Open." and I did. I wanted it. He slid his toes into my mouth and I lost control, I sucked and licked one foot as he rubbed my dick with the other. When one sole was wet and slick he switched feet. When the other was just as wet he started sliding my dick between his feet. My rock-hard cock felt every inch of his smooth soles. He turned his head away and I felt his mouth on my toes. He was going at my toes and soles with the same vigor I went at his. The ecstasy of his feet sliding up and down on my cock was almost too much. I was so close to cuming and he knew it because he stopped and laughed. Immediately he spun around and pressed my soles around his cock and began fucking my feet like a rabbit. I watched as he flung his head back, moaning and shaking. His grip on my feet was like steel, I couldn't break free if I wanted to. He exploded all over my feet, shooting so hard that some went up my leg and doused my dick. He popped up, stood on the bed over me, and shoved his cum sloppy cock in my mouth. He pumped hard grabbing my head and forcing his cock further and further into my mouth. Faster and faster, harder and harder he came again. His hot load hit the back of my throat and he let out a loud deep moan. He dropped to his knees straddling me, my dick still covered in his cum letting it slide into him. He was so hot inside. Like a furnace. His ass squeezed tight around my cock and he kissed me. He kissed me hard and began rocking back and forth. I thrust up as deep into him as I could over and over and I came. As I shot he moaned again, a sweet, soft moan, and whispered again; "Fuck yes." and fell back.

After a moment I said; "I'm not done." He laughed again and said; "good."

He spun around and started sucking my dick. It was almost too much but I didn't stop him. This was much faster than before. I was going to cum again, soon. He must have had a sixth sense about it because he flipped around and started jerking me with his feet again. He held his soles tight around my cock and moved fast. I came, I came a lot. All over his feet. His cum covered feet flexed and I noticed he was hard yet again. He smiled, scraped the cum off his feet, and began stroking his cock with it. He knelt between my legs, jerking his cock, my cum lubing it in his hand. Then he threw my legs up on his shoulders and shoved his hard, cum slicked cock in my ass. My hole had no time to adjust. His cock forced it's way in and he was thrusting fast and hard. It was an eternity of minutes before he slammed into me one last time and I felt him fill me. He practically collapsed next to me. Both of us spent several times over, exhausted in the best way.

When I woke up he was gone. His socks and a note were left on the bed next to me. He is such a smartass... The note read: "These should hold you over for a minute. I knew you had a thing for blondes. See you again soon, I'll tell Shane you said hi. - Mack"