I arrived at Brandon's place a bit before he expected me, but when I walked through the front door I could smell the grill going in the back yard. Brandon was a friend of a friend that had become 'my friend'. The other two times we had hooked up were at my place so I was pleasantly surprised to find a well kept home that had zero Scarface posters on the wall. He had asked if I had wanted to meet up for drinks this weekend which was when I told him I was going away. This Thursday night meet up with a compromise, and it was nice to see where he lived.
After some idle chit chat about our day he started to poke around a bit about my weekend plans, who was going, how close was I with them, were they bringing girlfriends? It was cute that he was feeling a bit jealous, and I was pretty surprised, we both knew this would never be anything serious.
The truth was I was very excited for my weekend get away. I hadn't seen Justin in a couple years and was really hoping he was looking forward to seeing me. I had dropped him a couple casual texts that afternoon and was very disappointed to have not heard back, but I was still hopeful. I didn't want to tell Brandon that though, there was no reason to make him feel like he was my second choice.
As he put the sweet potato fries into the oven it became clear he needed a little reassurance. I went to his fridge and got him another beer which I held in one hand, and with the other I led him over to an arm chair in his living room.
Once I sat him down I opened the beer while sitting on his lap. He took a sip and I let my hands run down his body and over his growing manhood. After his first moan I helped him tip the bottle back to his lips as a started to slowly grind my hips and ass back into him. I give him a bit more of a show, arching my back so I could push my soft backside up against his cock faster before bending over infront of him.
"Spank me." I said with my hands wrapped around the back of my thighs. I hadn't let him in on how I enjoy a light spanking on occasion.
His first slap was very tentative and it simply wouldn't do.
"Come on, make me feel it." I said looking back at him.
That's all he needed. The second swat landed solidly across my left ass cheek and I gave an appreciative moan. I bent over further, moaned louder and thankfully he picked up the pace. I began to feel the warmth that comes when my ass had been slapped just the right amount before I dropped to my knees before him.
I could smell the food in the oven, and I didn't want it to burn. I pulled his six inches from his pants and slapped his cock head against my lips. I give him a lick up his shaft before wrapping my lips around him. I push him to the back of my mouth and let my saliva soak the skin of his hard cock. My right hand follows my lips closely, after four or five bobs of my head I had to take a break because my hair had worked its way into my mouth. His hand roughly grabbed my tit, and I didn't complain as he pinched my nipple.
With my hair repositioned, I commenced trying to swallow his cock. I forced more and more into my warm mouth, my tongue swirled around it until I finally got too aggressive and gagged on him. The string of drool stayed attached to my lips as I caught my breath, and before it could break I went back to work. I could feel my hair bouncing with the force I was exerting to try and make him cum. HIs moaning was growing louder and he began giving my head small shoves down when my head dropped towards his balls. He hadn't done that before, but I let him get away with it. When I looked up into his eyes, my mouth overflowing with his cock he looked so satisfied, so much more confident than he had when he was asking about my weekend.
I held that eye contact as I sucked his balls into my mouth, slowly, letting my tongue run all over them, my hand stroking up and down, his legs tightening as his head arched back.
I engulfed his shaft with the warmth of my throat just in time to feel the salty juice coat my tongue, teeth and lips. My eyes clenched shut as it poured into me. I struggled to gulp it down.
I made sure to clean up his slowly softening cock, licking the sides of it including the cum that had run down over my hand and down onto his balls.
After that his swagger returned, he didn't ask any more about my upcoming trip instead the conversation turned to his job and how he had seasoned dinner. I let him be the expert, acting as if I had never heard of olive oil. Sometimes a guy needs to have his dick sucked and then be passively smiled at.
As he went on and on about the details of his day at work my phone lit up showing that Justin had texted me back. It knew then it was going to be a fun weekend.
The Lake House
We arrived to the lake house Friday evening, the eight of us in good spirits, and excited to see each other again. The two couples took the more private rooms on the first floor, my roommate and I getting the larger of the upstairs rooms, and Justin and Ian across the hall.
Dinner was spread out, wine bottles opened, old stories were retold and laughter filled the room quickly. As more wine was poured, the more eye contact was made between Justin and myself. We had run at college together, he two years older, and we had certainly had chemistry at that time, but chemistry was all it ever was. He had a long distance girlfriend for awhile and before that inevitable ended I had started dating someone, and so it went for our time together.
Eventually the group narrowed to Justin, Ian, my roommate and myself. My bunk mate had clearly enjoyed a healthy dose of the wine that had been poured. She had trouble staying awake, however the rest of us were enjoying being back together. After college Ian had moved to Boston for an engineering position and Justin to North Carolina where he managed a construction company. We had a lot to catch up on, and the more we talked the more I noticed my hand finding it's way onto Justin's arm, and his touch on the small of my back whenever he or I finished a story.
Eventually Ian excused himself, and I was left with Justin and a sleeping bunk mate. I found myself sliding closer and closer to Justin, looking into his eyes as he spoke, my hand had now found a permanent place on his leg. As the conversation paused, we held that eye contact and I thought he was about to kiss me but he glanced away at the last moment. I was disappointed in his hesitancy since I had been clearly sending him signs all evening, and for two years before that.
"I might be sick." My roommate broke the moment with her first contribution to the conversation in an hour. That signaled the end of our night, and I helped my puddle of a friend to bed.
