Finally Getting What I Wanted

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It had been one of those nights--the slow, ego-bruising grind of rejection after rejection. Tony went first, making a play for a girl in a leather jacket. He came back two minutes later, shaking his head. "Not feeling the vibe," he muttered, classic Tony confidence masking the sting.

Kyle struck out next, losing a brunette's attention halfway through a story about his summer job. "She just walked off," he said, downing his drink. "Not even a fake excuse." His fingers drummed against the glass before he set it down, and I caught myself remembering the way those same hands had lingered on me once, tentative and warm in the quiet of his basement. The memory flickered like a spark before I buried it, focusing instead on his frustrated grin. "Maybe she just wasn't ready for all that charisma," I joked, forcing a laugh.

Chris, ever the optimist, went big. He bought shots for a group at the bar, flashing his best smile. They took the drinks, thanked him, and turned right back to their conversation.

By the time I tried chatting up a woman reading alone in a corner booth, I barely had the energy to laugh when she said she was waiting for her boyfriend.

"Alright, guys," I said, slumping back in my chair. "Plan B. Let's drink until we're stupid."

We flagged the waitress for shots and beers, determined to drown our collective failure.

Tony, Kyle, Chris, and I stumbled out of "Sips and Secrets", the local dive bar. We'd been friends since we were kids, but had all gone our separate ways for university. The summer had come, though, and we were back in town to either cause trouble or find it. The cool summer air hit us as we walked out the door, sobering us up, but only a little. It was a good thing Chris lived walking distance from the bar, or we'd have been in real trouble.

As we turned a corner, we realized we'd gotten a bit turned around and didn't know exactly where we were. After a few more blind turns, a neon sign caught my attention. "Hold on a second," I said, stopping dead. "Is that...is that a fucking video store? I thought these things were all gone!"

The other guys followed my gaze and started laughing. "Oh, we have to go in. When was the last time we rented a movie? Fucking middle school?" I laughed and headed for the door. The other guys followed me, shaking their heads and chuckling to themselves.

Kyle reached out and pulled the door open, the smell of old carpet and popcorn hitting us all at the same time, a wave of nostalgia washed over us. Rows of DVDs and VHS tapes stretched toward the back, where a section marked "18+" was half-hidden behind a beaded curtain. "What's the plan here?" Tony asked, scanning the shelves and pretending he wasn't curious about the curtain. I shrugged and walked for the curtain, turning to face my friends as I walked through it. "We find the most ridiculous thing we can, and we make a night of it. Something so bad it's good," I said.

Tony shook his head and laughed, "You mean 'so bad, it's awkward as hell,'" he countered, though he couldn't stop the smirk creeping onto his face. "Alright, fearless leader, I'll set up an account while you pick the prize."

While Tony was talking to the clerk and setting up an account, Kyle, Chris, and I ducked behind the curtain to see what was hidden within. Kyle leaned in close to whisper something about one of the titles, his shoulder brushing mine as he spoke. His breath was warm against my ear, sending a flicker of heat down my spine. "These titles are insane," he muttered, his voice low. I laughed nervously, stepping aside to put some space between us, but my heart pounded in my chest.. Finally, I picked it up and headed back for the curtain, telling them I'd found the perfect one.

As Tony turned around, I held aloft the case to the other three, letting them see it. A woman face down on a truly massive cock, and the title "Mouthful of Mischief" in what looked like dripping white letters. They groaned, but Tony motioned for me to hand it over so he could check it out.

The four of us stepped out of the shop, the neon glow of the sign reflecting off the cracked sidewalk. I held the DVD up high, like a trophy, as if it wasn't the most questionable decision they'd made all night. "This," I declared, "is going to be legendary."

By the time we reached Chris's place, we were buzzing with the remaining high of the booze and the adrenaline of excitement. None of us wanted to admit to the others how badly we wanted to watch this. "Alright, gentlemen," Chris said, fumbling open the door to his parents' house. He was lucky they were gone for the weekend. "Welcome to a night of cinematic excellence!"

We all went downstairs to the rec room we had watched a million movies in there before, and Chris and I got to work setting up the video while Tony and Kyle got the snacks and drinks together.

Kyle and I sat together on the old brown couch, Chris and Tony each took a recliner and we turned off the lights and started the video. The title sequence was cheap text on black background and music was everything that every porn video could hope for.

At first we joked around a lot, making cracks about 'I love it when a girl does that', or 'man, look at her, can you imagine fucking her?' or laughing at the bad acting or music, but the remarks got further apart and you could soon see everyone shifting in their chairs. After about 15 minutes, there was near silence in the room, except for the heavy breathing.

After the full, torturous hour, the credits rolled and no one wanted to stand up. We were all probably suffering from our jeans suddenly being tighter than we remembered them being when we put them on.

Pretty soon, Tony called himself an Uber and mumbled something about needing to get up early to go see his family and headed for the door. Chris, Kyle and I laughed and told him to enjoy his time in bed at home beating his dick like it owed him money, and went back to the rec room to watch more TV and hang out.

Before we knew it, the clock had hit 3, and I was getting tired. Kyle looked to be fading too. Chris glanced at the two of us, his face relaxed in that easy, friendly grin that always made him seem like the host of life's weirdest sitcom. "You guys can crash here if you want," he said, gesturing toward the couch and the makeshift mattress of blankets and cushions already sprawled across the rec room floor. "I mean, it's not exactly the Ritz, but it beats walking home or waiting for an Uber at this hour, like that baby Tony"

"Yeah man, that'd be cool, thanks," I said "I wasn't looking forward to getting out of here at this hour. I'll head home in the morning"

"Yeah, me too, Chris," Kyle said, "I appreciate it. We'll wrestle to see who gets the couch. Just like old times, eh Mike?"

Chris laughed and headed out the door, wishing us as pleasant a sleep as possible. As the door closed, I turned to Kyle and said, "You know what, man? You take the couch, I'll be good on the floor."

"Really? Thanks Mike," Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, "My back has been kinda tight. College ball is a lot more hardcore than it was in highschool"

We turned the lights off and curled up under some blankets to get some sleep. With the lights out and the room quiet, I couldn't help but remember those times in the summer after high school where Kyle and I, freshly 18, had found a stash of porn together. That led to watching it together, which led to stroking side by side watching it together. I could still remember the last time we did it. I had been so fucking close and felt his hand rest on my thigh. That had been all it took. I'd had that moment in my mind all evening, watching that video.

I could hear Kyle beside me breathing, clearly not yet asleep either. "Hey Kyle," I said quietly, whispering in the dark, "You still there?"

"Yeah man, can't sleep...can't get my brain to shut down, you know?" He whispered back.

"Man, that video was something else, wasn't it? Was giving me a hard....time." I giggled at the bad joke as I said it.

"Tell me about it, man," Kyle said back, "I couldn't sit still. Just imagining that mouth on me the whole time and I was so fucking hard."

I nodded, before remembering he couldn't see me in the dark. "God, I'm so pent up, too," I groaned, shifting in the blankets trying to get comfortable, "I really could have used a score tonight."

"Reminded me of old times," Kyle lamented, then stopped, probably realizing what he'd said after he said it, "I mean..."

"...you mean jerking off to porn together after highschool," I finished for him, "Yeah, I was thinking about that too." I shuffled onto my back in the dark, hand sneaking into my own jeans, finding my rock hard cock and wrapping my fingers around it while I talked to my friend in the dark. Slowly stroking it. "God, those were the days, you know? Felt so good to know you were into it too and having me beside you wasn't an issue to you."

He didn't answer right away, but I could hear the fabric shuffling on his body. He was doing it right now! Right over top of me, he was quietly trying to jerk off. I mean, who was I to complain, I suppose, since I was doing the same thing on the floor.

My eyes started to adjust to the low light and I could see the blanket he was under being held up like a tent over his groin, his head back and eyes closed. I couldn't help it, I had to see him do it. I got up on my knees and turned to face him. His eyes shot open and met mine and he started to say something and stopped when I shook my head. I reached out and tugged the blanket off of him and there it was - his beautiful, perfect cock in his hand. It looked bigger than I remembered, and it was more impressive than ever.

"Don't stop..." I whispered

Kyle nodded and his eyes met mine in the near dark, his hand resuming stroking his shaft. I could see him thrusting his hips into his own fist, groaning quietly.

"Are you thinking of the movie, Kyle?" I asked him, teasingly "Which girl?"

He shook his head, whimpering a little as he picked up the pace. He clearly enjoyed being watched again, just like before. I admit, I had missed watching him do it. I could see the veins and skin shifting under his hand now, his back starting to arch. I ached to know if it felt as good as it looked. I couldn't resist it anymore, and I reached out, my hand pushing his away and taking his shaft in my hand. I couldn't believe it, but here I was kneeling on the floor beside the couch in my childhood friend's house, stroking another childhood friend's very adult cock in my hand. It felt incredible. Like mine, only thicker...it was familiar but intoxicating. He watched me, my eyes locked on how his cock looked with my hand pumping at it. I could feel him get close, so I'd slow down or take my hand off, teasing him, each time getting a sad whimper or a frustrated growl. I waited for his breathing to start to come back to normal before starting again. I had no intention of this stopping for him any time soon, and I could tell he knew it.

I have no idea how long I did that to him, getting him right to the edge before stopping, but I could tell he was getting to the point of not tolerating it for much longer. I had an idea.

"Kyle, can I taste it? I've never done that before and I..." I began, stammering the words out, but by the time I looked up to meet his eyes, he was nodding frantically, so I took a deep breath and said "Ok, just tell me before you cum, ok?"

"...i will..." came the faint response, his voice trembling.

This was it. I leaned forward and closed my eyes, taking the head in my mouth. It was spongy and soft, yet hard underneath. I could taste his muskiness and a sweet hint of precum in my mouth. God, I had thought about this so many times. I'd wanted it even back when we were jerking off together, but I'd never been able to speak the words before. Soon I was stretching my mouth around him, working to accommodate as much of his generously sized cock in my mouth as I could. It suddenly felt enormous. I could hear myself making little gagging noises and I opened my eyes to look sideways at his face, and he was watching me.

Suddenly I realised, I could feel my own pleasure building even without touching myself. Just the idea that I was bent over the couch, mouth full of dick, made me feel so delightfully slutty. I couldn't help myself. I was bobbing my head up and down on my best friend's shaft, tasting the precum, hearing him moan in the dark, and then he said it, "Mike...I'm gonna cum...I'm close..."

I started to take him out of my mouth to finish him with my hand, and something changed. I changed my mind. I wanted it. I took him as deep as I could again, eyes still on his. "Mike!" He said, more urgently now, "I said...close...gonna cum...Mike..."

I nodded, refusing to give him back his cock, pumping him with my lips, squeezing and milking him as best I could. One more time, he opened his mouth to tell me, like he'd promised and he didn't even get my name out this time...he just arched his back and I felt it. Rope after rope of sweet, sticky cum filled my mouth. I started swallowing as best I could, taking it all. Every drop was mine, but there was so much I couldn't...it started to drop out of my mouth, down his shaft and settle against his skin. He was groaning now, hand in my hair, hips thrusting into my mouth, until he was spent.

I leaned back onto my heels, wiping the bits of cum off the corners of my mouth and licking them off. I couldn't believe it. I had just taken my friend's cum in my mouth and I wasn't the least bit sorry. He looked over at me and I started to stand up, but felt something else...my boxers were sticky. I had cum on my own just from giving him a blowjob like that. God damn, how much of a slut *was* I? Maybe we were just starting to find out.