The piece that follows is based on a true story. I welcome any and all feedback. The story is dedicated to LS, for fanning the flames of mutual desire and gay erotica...
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When I was 18 my parents had been split up for almost ten years. My mom, who I lived with, had dated a few times, and now had a serious boyfriend who had a son of his own. My mom vowed she'd never get married again, and I believed her. Too much heartbreak had ended her marriage to my father, and she seemed to be in a good place.
Gary, the son of my mom's boyfriend, had just graduated college. He and his dad would often spend the night at our two bedroom apartment, with Gary sharing my bedroom with a trundle bed that we'd set up a few feet from mine.
Being New York City in the summer, things got pretty hot in our apartment. We had no AC, so we'd take cold showers before going to bed in our underwear. Gary had a great personality-funny, warm, and intelligent. He never spoke of girlfriends in college, and I never did either. I had a semi crush on one of my best guy friends, but never acted on it.
One night after our showers, on a particularly hot night, neither one of us could sleep. We would often lay awake and discuss life and our parent's relationship. Our talk came around to our relationships and to my surprise, Gary revealed that he was bi-sexual. He said he really loved being with women, and he enjoyed the feel of their wet pussies, but he admitted that his favorite thing was feeling a guys mouth giving him head. He said that guys gave the best blowjobs because they knew exactly what felt good. He also enjoyed feeling the power of having another guy succumb to, well... ...his cum. Seeing another guy swallow his cum and want to was the thing that turned him on the most.
Laying there in the dark, I could feel my cock swell and raise the sheets off my hips. All of his talk about sucking cocks and swallowing cum made my mouth go dry and my heart race. I was surprised by my reaction but I felt intoxicated with desire to suddenly try pleasing him.
He asked me if what he shared made me feel uncomfortable, and I said no, that it kinda excited me.
He told me that since it was hot out, the only thing that could cool him down was if he was gently tickled and scratched lightly. He said the chills he gets cool him off. He asked me if he minded pushing his bed against mine so I could do that for him.
"Of course, Gary" I said, not volunteering to stand up for fear he'd see my hard on.
Gary got out of bed instead, and in the dim light there was no doubt he was very hard, as I could make out the outline of his formidable bulge. He pushed the beds together and laid down on his back under one sheet.
"Why don't you start on my chest and go from there. You can tickle above or below the sheet-makes no difference to me."
