**This is a direct sequel to my story "When the Ball Drops..." A New Year's Eve Saga. Hope you enjoy.***
It had been a year since I was last in New York. I had left the East Coast behind promises of a better future out West. California did not disappoint. My success was great, and my sex life was even drier than before. All of that was tolerable, though. The thing I wished for most was my best friend, Morris Elijah.
It's no secret at this point that we hooked up. It was supposed to be a bittersweet goodbye party that led to an all-out sweet fucking. He wrecked my hole with his massive schlong. In return, I gave him the best piece of ass on this side of heaven. It was so good it put him to sleep.
That's how he missed being in Donna's arms when the clock struck twelve, and the ball dropped in Times Square. I'm not privy to what happened after that. Morris and I didn't speak. I didn't go looking for him. I figured he'd eventually seek me out. He never did, and so our friendship sizzled and dried out, but if you have to end a friendship, you should end it the way we did-with one mind-blowing orgasm after another.
Lightning flashed across the dark sky. The rain sounded heavy as it fell freely from the dark clouds. My driver was stuck in traffic. We were still several blocks away from the event hall. My level of frustration was rising by the minute. My phone rang. It was my home girl, Stacey, calling.
"Hey," I answered, trying to sound calm.
"Don't try and sound calm. I know you're frustrated, Jamie," she said in her high-pitched voice.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, followed by a sigh.
She giggled, "I was calling to tell you what I just found out."
"What?"
"Morris is going to be at the New Year's Eve party tonight," she told me. I could tell she was hoping I wouldn't respond negatively or overly dramatic.
"FUCK," I shouted. No such luck for her. I'm dramatic by nature. "I wanted a quick visit to ring in the new year with friends and be gone without seeing him."
"There's going to be so many people there you might not see him." Bless her heart. She was trying her hardest to smooth things over.
We chatted for a few more minutes. She was quite good at talking me out of my dramatic episodes. I hung up the phone. I looked up, and my driver was staring at me through the rearview mirror.
"Sorry," I half-assed apologized.
I tossed my head back, closed my eyes, and sighed. My mind instantly went back to last New Year's Eve. I could see myself standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I took in that unobstructed panoramic view of the NYC skyline. Then he touched me. His hands ran down my shoulder and across the lower part of my back.
I sat there in the car feeling like I felt in that moment. I was turned on. My sexual attraction and arousal for Morris felt electric. My legs slowly opened and closed as a tingling sensation ran through my balls. I could feel the cum developing in my sack.
My legs opened and closed faster. My dick started to rise. I wanted so badly to stick my hands in my pants and stroke myself off. It was like I could feel Morris kissing and touching me again. It set me on fire.
I licked my lips as I remember seeing his pretty dick for the first time. It dangled between his meaty thighs. His dark bush was trimmed perfectly. It was everything I thought it would be, plus so much more. It left me thirsty for him. He needed to fill my mouth with his flavorful cum. I wanted to drink him whole.
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I finally made it to there. I quickly checked in and headed for the elevators. I pressed the button for the top floor, and the doors began to close. His arm slid through the opening, and doors opened. I don't think he was expecting to see me, and I definitely wasn't expecting to see him. His aroma was still intoxicating and deadly to my senses.
Morris's eyes lit up like a tree on Christmas morning. I could tell he wanted to smile, but he held his poker face. Maybe he didn't smile because my eyes showed such annoyance for him. I quickly stepped over and allowed him extra space. He stepped on, and the doors closed. It was just the two of us. It was so reminiscent of how things transpired between us last year.
As I stood there not far from him, I could feel his body heat. It flowed like a river from him and into my ocean of love for him. I cursed myself for feeling things for the man. How did I fall for a "straight guy?" Was he even straight? He had fucked me like a certified homo.
Those images from the night played in my head again. Me on my back on the floor, him in between my legs. His dick fucking into me, and how his body was twisting like a corkscrew. I could remember the way his balls were slapping against my cheeks and taint. I could even still remember the smell of our sweat mixed with our sex. It was all coming back to me, and it was overpowering.
A loud explosion of some sorts occurred, and the elevator stopped. The sound jolted both of us. Morris quickly began to press the buttons for every floor along with the call button. Nothing happened, and that was not a good sign.
"Fuck," he shouted as he slapped the buttons frantically.
"That's not gonna help, Morris." My voice was full of irritation.
He turned around and stared me down. I stared back at him. We were like two giants facing off.
He sucked his teeth, "Now you know who I am? Fuck outta here."
"I been knowing who you are. A confused man who fucks people and pretends it never happened." My attitude and aggression came out.
His voice raised, "Pretends it never happened?" He shook his head. "I woke up to find you gone. You left without a word, and I assumed you didn't want to talk about it. You could have reached out. I'm supposed to be your best friend."
He invaded my personal space. His nose and lips were nearly touching mine. There was hurt and anger in his eyes. It seemed we had both misread the other person's intentions.
The words spewed out of my mouth, "You go around fucking all your best friends, or just the ones you know are desperately in love with your supposedly straight ass?"
He fired back at me, "I just fuck the ones who give it up like a bitch!"
My eyes widened in shock. He smiled as if he were some big shot. It pissed me off greatly. I pushed him against the wall. Our bodies were suddenly closer than ever.
"Fuck you, Morris."
He replied, "Of course, that's what you want after all this time. You left, and I had to hear people shouting, "Justice for Donna."
I smirked in disbelief, "And what about justice for all the years you teased me, knowing I wanted more than your friendship."
He laughed, "Take what you want then."
I boldly said, "I want you. I've always wanted you. You idiot."
Silence. It lasted for all of two or three minutes. Suddenly, he pushed me across the elevator, slamming my back against the wall. He leaned in closer.
"I said take what you want, Jamie. TAKE IT!"
I narrowed my gaze, untucked his shirt, and undid his pants. My trousers dropped, and I was met with his beautiful dick. It looked exactly like I remembered. His dick was long, uncut, and intimidating. Behind it were his large, smooth balls. I instantly wanted to milk them.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his swollen member. He hissed like a good boy. My tongue lapped around his member, taking in his taste and savoring the experience. I planted my hands on his hefty thick ass.
"Fuck. I've missed your mouth," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair.
He felt thick and meaty. His ass was smooth and damn near magical in my hands. Morris started to fuck my mouth. I slurped all over his pole. My mouth felt stretched as his cock expanded in width.
His balls tapped my chin. Precum flooded the inside of my mouth. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked it for a moment. I turned him around and pushed him against the wall. He pushed his ass out.
"That's what you want? Taste my fat ass again," he panted. "Yea, I felt your tongue in my ass when I was drifting off to sleep last time."
The idea that he knew and liked it excited me. I lifted his shirt and slapped his chocolate cakes. His booty shook like some jelly. I buried my face in his dark crack. I swiped my tongue across his puckered hole. He threw his head back as I buried my face deeper inside of him.
"Eat my fuckin' ass. Slob all over my hole, Jamie," he encouraged.
My tongue pushed against his entrance. His rose opened, and my tongue slid inside of him. I planted my hands on his fat cheeks and pulled them further apart. I spat directly on his twitching ring. I licked him from the top to the bottom. Each time my tongue passed over his tightness, he would moan louder.
I reached between his legs and pulled his dick back. I rolled my tongue across the head, down the shaft, over his balls, and then up his split. His body shivered, and he cried out for more.
He groaned out, "Damn! You sucking my dick from the back."
I could feel his cock pulse. I was an expert with my mouth, and I knew he was going to bust. I released his cock. He turned around. I had my mouth open for him to feed me his creamy load. Before he could put it in my mouth, his cock exploded and covered my face with his nut. Rope after rope shot off. Some got in my hair and all over my shirt and tie.
"Holy shit," he said through deep breaths.
I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He looked refreshed, and I felt conflicted. I had gotten him again, but he was still straight at the end of the day, and I was chasing a fairytale.
I took my jacket off, and my keycard to the hotel dropped out. He glanced down at it, seeing the hotel name and room number. He laughed as he picked it up.
As he handed it to me, he said, "I should have known you'd have a room at the Plaza."
I politely smiled and took the keycard. The elevator doors suddenly opened. I had never in my life been so happy to see the ground floor. I quickly exited the lift. I stopped and turned around to look at him one more time.
