Kyle and I work together at a restaurant, and had only known eachother for a few months, but had already become really close friends. We listened to pretty much the same type of music, we both play instruments, and we both smoke weed. So when Kyle invited me over to jam with him one day, naturally I said yes. I had been over to Kyle's before, but it was sort of a party with a bunch of people. He told me this time it would just be him and I. For some reason, the thought of that filled me with a rush of excitement.
So a few days passed and we agreed to meet up. I arrived at Kyle's house and was greeted by him at the door. I walked in, we talked for a second, and then we went into his living room (it's where all his music gear is stored) and we started jamming. We both went back and forth on instruments, but I was mainly a drummer and Kyle was mainly a guitar player. So I sat on the drum set as Kyle played along. I brought a weed pen with me, and we took turns passing it back and forth, getting nice and high. I noticed that there was a mirror next to me, and I took a minute to look at myself, sitting at the drum set. I noticed my body, how toned and slim it looked. I had been working out a lot lately, noticing my own body more, how it looked, where I liked to be touch. Strange feelings that I randomly got, especially when I was high.
I noticed this strange energy growing inside myself, but I did my best to push it off, focusing on playing drums, keeping rhythm with Kyle. It seemed like playing the instruments was getting a little boring though, like my purpose coming over was for something else. I suddenly became very nervous and excited. I became aware of my body and flashes of my recent curiosity with gay and bi porn ran through my mind. I always seemed to get like this when I got high anymore, horny, lustful. But this felt like the wrong time, here, jamming with my friend Kyle. Who by the way, looked really good. (Did I just think that?) He was taller than me, he had a muscular body, his strong hands picked at the guitar and I watched, keeping rhythm on the drums.
Kyle said weed was cool inside, but cigs outside, so we stepped out on his back patio for a cigarette. I was very high, and I could tell Kyle was as well (he didn't smoke nearly as much as me) slurring his words a little, a big smile on his face. We stood on his patio and puffed our cigs, talking and laughing nervously, both of us really high. I had the strangest feeling in me, like I didn't really know what to say to Kyle. I just sucked deep and hard on my cig as we made each other laugh.
We went back in to jam and this time Kyle suggested we switch it up (me on guitar, him on drums). He was pretty good at drums, so he kept rhythm with me, but I wasn't the best on guitar, my hands stumbling over the strings. I was trying to play a riff from a punk song, but couldn't get it down.
"Here, let me show you, it's easy," Kyle said, getting up from the drum set and walking towards me. I was sitting almost on the ground, so he kneeled down low, his body very close to mine. I gulped nervously for some reason, and sipped on some water near me, my mouth was pretty dry.
Kyle held the neck of the guitar and showed me where to place my fingers. I moved them in place and he held my hand, softly, guiding them into place. It suddenly felt so hot in Kyle's house. I swallowed hard and strummed the guitar just like he showed me, the riff sounding a little better now.
And out of nowhere, I felt it. My cock was growing in my jeans. Kyle was leaning down, on one knee, his legs spread. The crotch of his jeans was so close to my face, it made me wonder what was underneath, what his cock looked like. Kyle's so tall and muscular, it's probably all thick and wide. I gulped harder, my face turning red.
I strummed the notes a few times, and then Kyle touched my hand again, softly, moving it down a few frets.
"And here's the chorus," he said. "Keep strumming that."
I strummed it slowly, but my mind was drifting away. This was the first time I'd been around another person and had a boner in soooo long. I felt my cock growing in my jeans, and I wasn't sure what to do, how Kyle would react. But he was so close to me, it's almost like he was doing it on purpose.
I strummed the chorus, but it started to sound worse and worse as my mind wandered, and my cock grew.
"Aw come on, not focusing, huh?" Kyle asked, his face close to mine.
"I'm trying, but it's hard."
"Why's that?" Kyle asked
I thought about what to do. Maybe I could get up and run, drive home. But that would probably upset Kyle. I could try to will my boner away, but it wasn't going anywhere. I only grew harder as Kyle kneeled there in front of me, his body looking so strong and hot. But I had my suspicions about Kyle. The way he acted at work sometimes, how he always used gay jokes and brought up gay topics. Maybe...
My face was red hot, my heart was thumping. "I.. I'm starting to get a boner man, ha I'm sorry." Saying it out loud only made me grow harder. I wanted to whimper and moan for some reason, to touch my cock right there in front of him.
"Oh really?" Kyle asked, a slight smile spreading across his face. Not really what I was expecting to hear, to be honest. "Why do you have a boner?"
"I, I don't know. I think I might be bi, ha. Just some of the feelings I've been having lately, and now your crotch is right in front of my face man, ha. Has me thinking about what's underneath, what your dick looks like..."
I shot my eyes downward. Maybe I shouldn't have said that one, that was too much. But Kyle didn't move back or anything, yet. He kept kneeling there, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. God, it was so hot in here all of the sudden.
"What, did you want to see it or something?" Kyle asked, and laughed, although he sounded pretty serious.
I cocked my eyes back up at him, and then down at his crotch.
"Yeah, kinda," I replied, nervously.
Kyle stood up and leaned against the wall beside me. I sat there, frozen solid, watching him as he slowly moved the zipper down his jeans.
"I don't know why you want to see my dick, kind of weird, but ok." And he pulled his cock out. It was thick and long. My head was spinning. His cock wasn't exactly flaccid either, I could tell he was growing, so maybe he was enjoying this.
I suddenly became aware of the expression on my face. My mouth hung half open, I felt like a slutty school girl or something, but this feeling only turned me on more, my own cock rock hard in my jeans. I practically crawled over to Kyle's cock and got on my knees. I suddenly became aware of how quiet it was in Kyle's house without us playing music. We were alone, alone to do whatever we wanted. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest.
"Is it ok if I touch it?" I asked, looking up at Kyle with a lustful look on my face.
"Ok," he said, without any resistance.
I slowly placed a hand on Kyle's cock and he made a very soft moan. I slowly let my fingers glide up and down the sides of his cock, and I could feel him growing in my hand, getting harder.
I don't know why, but I had the desire to ask him then, "So, are you gay, or bi?"
"No, no man." He said.
But I felt his cock growing harder and stronger in my hand as I held it, feeling it softly, up and down the shaft. It was so warm and hard.
"But you're getting hard." I felt like I almost wanted to tease him a little. My own cock was growing stiffer and stiffer. I felt it pressing against my jean zipper, ready to burst.
"I don't know, it just feels good," he said, leaning his head back a little.
I took a firmer grip of his cock and held it upwards, causing Kyle to moan again, squirming a little under my touch. His cock was growing more massive, and now it was hard and purple, the tip of his dick a swollen mushroom. I reached down into Kyle's pants and pulled his balls out, so that his shaft and balls were poking through his zipper hole. He groaned as I did this.
I started to move my hand from his balls, up his shaft to his swollen head, and then back down. I looked up and Kyle's eyes were half closed, his mouth hung open. He was clearly enjoying this, as was I. I used my other hand to softly massage my own dick, squeezing it through my jeans.
Working Kyle's shaft up and down like that caused him to ooze a little precum, it dripped down his massive tip. It made his cock shimmer, and my mouth started to water. I had to taste his cock, I'd tasted my own precum before, but I wanted his. Badly.
I almost had trouble saying it, I was so turned on. "C...can I taste it?" I looked up at Kyle with pleading eyes. He looked down at me, and he had a dazed look on his face, obviously he was liking what I was doing to him. And so was I, I wanted to devour his massive cock.
"Yeah, ok," was all he said, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes. I leaned forward and went straight for his head, slurping the globs of precum off his penis.
"Ohhhh yeah," he let out a loud moan. It made me feel crazy. I had never seen Kyle like this, but I think, deep down, since the day I met him, it's what I've always wanted. And those times, like on his porch, or at work, where we get all nervous around eachother, or stand off-ish, it's because we've just been fighting this sexual tension. And realizing this, made me feel so powerful and horny. I didn't need to be nervous or depressed around Kyle, we could finally explore this.
These thoughts made me moan out loud as I swallowed more of Kyle's tip, sucking the precum from it. His cock was SO hard in my mouth, purple and slightly veiny, it looked like every cock I fantasized about watching porn. I was in love with how it tasted, swirling my tongue around the tip of his massive dick.
