Ben is hot. It's no secret. He knows it, and he knows everybody else knows it. He is cocky but that does not change the fact that every girl we know seems to want to have sex with him.
We had already been friends for about 4 years and had lived together for one year when I realized I was into Ben. It was a dream I had in which Ben was telling me to suck his dick. I remember trying to relive that dream for weeks. I hadn't known I wanted him until my subconscious had told me so. Two years later nothing has changed.
Ben is 26 years old and six foot four. He moved to San Diego from the midwest. There is this whole "corn-fed-all-American" thing he has going on. He plays baseball three nights a week and goes to the gym regularly. Even if he didn't have a great body, his blond hair and hypnotic blue eyes are enough to make me weak at the knees. The only thing was, Ben did not know I felt this way.
I live a straight life style. I date girls and I even hook up with them now and then. I guess I was a late bloomer. I had no idea I liked boys until I was a senior in college. I have supportive friends and family and I am sure I'd be accepted but for some reason I have never felt the need to tell anybody. I play with women when I go out and watch men on the internet when I'm home alone.
Ben and I were friends in college. We weren't as close as we are now but we did hang out. Back then I hadn't even known I was gay. I had a six pack left over from my days of high school swim team and i enjoyed showing it off. Girls liked me, but never as much as they liked Ben. He is a year older than I am and he always seemed to be talking about sex. Now, I have had a lot of male friends. I played sports, I had a dedicated group of drinking buddies, and lived in a male dorm. However, I can honestly say nobody, and I mean nobody I have ever met is as horny as Ben.
Now that we have lived together for 3 years we are very open with each other. Ben masturbates at least once a day but has admitted doing it 3 times a day at some points. He gets really antsy if he doesn't get laid at least twice a week and usually, he is never with the same girl more than 3 times.
At our apartment, Ben rarely wears anything but underwear. The air conditioning is always going out so when we're home alone, we often wear the bare minimum. More and more lately I have had trouble controlling myself when Ben strips down. His boxer-briefs leave little to the imagination with a satisfying bulge in front. His reputation for being well endowed is not exaggerated in the least.
Ben is from a colder part of the country so his clothes always come off first and stay off longer. We often watch sports or movies together in our underwear. Lately, it is more and more common for me to sneak a peak. I can't help myself any longer. Especially when he wants to talk about the girl he hooked up with recently. He and I share everything but as I have fewer and fewer female companions, he is the one who does most of the talking. The best for me has always been when he really gets into his story and gets hard.
He never hides his erection. his boxer-briefs barely contain it but it never pops out. I'd have noticed. When he gets a hard on, that's when I can't help but get one too. I'm sure he has noticed before but long ago I decided he must assume it's his story that gets me going and not his raging boner.
Last week I finally saw an opportunity and I knew I had to take it.
Ben had been on 2 dates that week and struck out both times which was quite rare for him. He got home early, at around 9:15, and the football game I had been watching had just ended. I was browsing Netflix deciding what to watch when he came in. "How'd it go?" I asked, but I could already tell that there was no way he would be telling me of his sexual exploits tonight.
He explained how they had made out after dinner in his car for about 20 minutes and missed the start of the movie. "There was no way this girl wasn't coming home with me. Until she suddenly decided the date was over. Totally blew me off!"
As he was speaking his clothes were coming off. Now that I thought about it, it was very hot in our living room. He went on to talk about his blue balls and how he hadn't been laid. I suggested we watch a movie and get a little drunk. He went to the kitchen and produced two Coronas. He sat down next to me on the couch and we settled on a movie neither of us had seen called Don John.
I knew it was about a guy addicted to sex but was not aware how almost pornographic the film was. Only a few minutes in and I was hard. I looked over and Ben's underpants were stretching as usual. "This was definitely not the best choice of movie." He said a few minutes later.
I chuckled and nodded, then snuck a peak toward his crotch. Still hard. When I looked up, we were making eye contact. Oh no, he had caught me. I took a huge gulp of beer to stall while I thought of how to play it off. "From the looks of it, if we keep watching this you are going to explode."
He didn't miss a beat before coming back, "Hey, looks like you will too and you weren't even blue ballsed tonight."
Wait a minute. He had noticed my erection too. I decided to bait him and see where this went. "What can I say? I didn't expect this to be so damn hot." He looked to be considering me for a moment. I acted like I was suddenly very warm and I removed my shirt.
"Hot in here." He said, "I would take my shorts off too if I were you."
I did as instructed and was left in only my boxers. I looked back at the screen for a moment trying to decide what to do next. I could feel his eyes on me. The question was, what part of me were his eyes on?
I looked back at him and caught his eyes rushing upwards to meet mine. My heart began to race. I felt myself begin to blush and then, just in case there was any doubt left in his mind as to what I wanted, my penis gave a sudden, involuntary lurch. His eyes flickered downward for a tenth of a second; he had noticed.
"I'll never get through this movie without going to jack-off" he said. Oh no. Was he back peddling? Had I ruined our friendship? "That is," he added, "unless you want to help me out with this problem."
I turned to face him completely. I wanted to be sure this wasn't a joke. I slowly reached my hand over to his thigh. He didn't say or do anything but sigh so I moved it up higher. Finally I reached his rod.
It was hard as rock in contrast to the soft underwear covering it. I pulled the waistband of the boxer-briefs down and looked upon my prize for the first time. It was long and thick and the head was perfectly rounded. Without even thinking, I leaned over and licked the shaft from top to bottom and then back to the tip again.
"Oh wow!" Ben exclaimed. In my head I thought, "Yeah, that surprised me too."
I looked up at him to make sure this was ok. His piercing blue eyes met my gaze. He read my mind. "No, no, don't worry. I like it."
I put the head in my mouth and began to do what I always liked having done to me. After all, I had never taken a cock before. Slowly I moved my mouth up and down the shaft. His hand found its way to the back of my head and pushed me down deeper around his lengthy cock. I gagged and he pulled back. Then he pushed me down again until I gagged some more. I decided there was no way the whole thing was ever going to fit all the way into my mouth so I put a hand at the base. Not long after, he began to squirm.
His sighs turned to whimpers as I sped up my mouth and increased the ferocity with which I was jacking the base. I suddenly became aware of how much precum was in my mouth. It tasted great and I swallowed it excitedly.
