More Lie Men #1

I knew Gabe from work. We'd worked together for going on 2 years. Honestly, we didn't become friends, though, until he started going through issues with his girlfriend, Sarah. One day we started talking in the coffee room at work, and since I had just gone through a messy breakup with my girlfriend of several years, I guess we bonded. We started hanging out some outside of work. Drinks or a game of golf every once in a while. You know.

When Gabe came home from work one day to find his suitcase packed and most of his stuff sitting at the front door of the apartment he and his girlfriend shared, he needed a place to stay. I had a spare room, and Gabe spent the night at my place. Things continued to crumble between Gabe and Sarah and eventually he asked me if he could move in as my roommate, help pay the rent and stuff. It was over between him and Sarah.

I was all for it. Gabe and I got along great. It would help him, and I would get help with expenses and upkeep. Not to mention it kind of sucked living alone. It seemed like a win-win.

So Gabe moved in, and things were going really well. Gabe was a super thoughtful person and a great roommate. We shared responsibilities like cooking, cleaning and dishes. Sometimes we kept to ourselves and sometimes we hung out, played video games, watched a movie or even went out for drinks.

One day I was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and Gabe was working late on his computer at the kitchen island. He closed his laptop and rested his chin on his hands. He was silent, just kind of staring into space for a second, so I said, "What's on your mind, bro?"

He opened his mouth to speak but then thought better of it and shook his head. "Naw, it's nothing." He started to get off the bar stool he was seated on.

Now I had to know.

"Hold up, hold up. I don't think so. You can't do that to me!" I put down the spoon I was holding and directed my attention toward him.

"Well," he said, obviously searching for words. "I just was thinking about how well this whole roommate thing has been going, y'know?" He paused for a response.

I nodded, reassuringly. "Yah, I think we've been getting along great!"

He nodded thoughtfully. "Things never went this well when I was living with my ex. It seemed like no matter what I did there was always something wrong. I wasn't helping enough around the house, or I wasn't doing it right, or she felt like I wasn't giving her enough attention. And God knows what all else!" He threw up his hands in exasperation.

We had had similar conversations a hundred times now. But I sensed that he wasn't done. "Yah," I said. "My ex was the same way. There was no pleasing her."

"Yah, exactly!" Gabe continued, getting worked up. "And don't get me started about sex! What the fuck is up with women and sex? Sarah NEVER initiated it with me. I always felt like I was dragging her to bed against her will. Like, I'm sorry, is it too much to ask that you, like, at least pretend you're enjoying this!?" He put his hands on the island and shook his head. "Honestly, sometimes I just wish women would be a little bit more like men."

I laughed and said, kiddingly, "What, like constantly wanting to have sex?"

"Yah, why not!? Would it be so bad?" he shot back. "Imagine being in a relationship with someone who actually wanted to have sex with you. And not only wanted to have sex. Wanted to have sex just as much, or maybe even more than you!"

I patted Gabe on the back and started back toward my cooking. "Well, good luck, bud. If you find a woman like that, ask her if she has a sister."

Gabe was silent for a minute. He had obviously calmed down a bit and was kind of brooding at the moment. Finally, he said, "When's the last time you had sex?"

I stirred the food on the stove and chuckled. "Way longer than I would like."

"Yah, me too," said Gabe.

There was a long silence, and I thought the conversation was over.

But then Gabe said, "Why don't we do it?"

I froze as my heart skipped a beat at what I thought I'd just heard. Maybe I misunderstood. I turned. "What?"

"Why don't we have sex?" Gabe said it so matter-of-factly and calmly. Boldly.

I stared at Gabe for several seconds, and he stared back. He knew I needed a second to process his words, and he let them hang in the air. My brain screamed at me to berate him for suggesting such a thing. But to my surprise and shock, a different part of me resisted that urge. Instead, almost against my will, I realized that where I thought there should be anger and offense, there was excitement and desire.

I guess Gabe read my feeling because he stepped toward me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Look. I don't know how to feel about this either. Never in my life have I thought about another guy...that way," he said, averting his eyes at the last words. "I just know that what we have...I've never had it with any other person. It's more than just a friendship. You're more than just my friend. I've been fighting it. But I don't want to anymore. And I want you to know how I feel." Gabe locked eyes with me. "Please tell me you feel it, too."

"Yes," is all I said. And a huge grin of relief broke across Gabe's face.

A door had been opened in my soul, and feelings that I had never allowed to exist flooded up within me. As though my body was being controlled by someone else, I leaned forward and kissed Gabe's smiling mouth before he had time to react. His smile turned to surprise, and then desire. His hands slipped from my shoulders and wrapped around my body in an embrace, pressing his body into mine. His mouth met mine in a passionate kiss, different than any I'd ever experienced. He was taking me, and I let myself be taken.

Gabe was not that much taller than me. Maybe 2 inches. But he was muscular. The way he crushed me against his body as he claimed my mouth was an excitement I'd never even considered. I felt helpless in a way. But even so, I felt safe. I wanted him to take me and do whatever he wanted with me. I was his now.

I wrapped my arms around his back and felt the muscles through his shirt. He was dense and strong. His pecks pressed against my chest. And I felt, for the first time, his manhood pressing against me through his pants. He was hardening quickly, and I could already tell from the imprint that he was impressively equipped. I felt my own dick strain forward against his leg, attempting to stand erect but restrained.

He apparently noticed, because he began to grind his thigh against me, actually causing me some pain with his intensity. His mouth was exploring mine, kissing my upper and lower lips intermittently, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I met him kiss for kiss, matching his hunger with my own.

I slid my hands under his shirt and ran them over the bare skin of his back. He was so smooth and warm. Soft but hard with muscle beneath. I traced the valley at the center of his back down, down, down until it disappeared into his waste band. Then I slid my hands around his hips, tracing the waste of his pants to the front, where I found the buckle. He continued to kiss me, frantically, and I pushed my lower body away and unclasped his belt. Then, he pulled away suddenly and seized the hem of his shirt, pulling it rapidly over his head.

As his belt fell open, I leaned forward, taking one of his nipples in my mouth. He moaned lightly and lifted my shirt up so he could touch the skin of my back as I sucked his nipple.

"Ah that is so fucking good," he moaned. I rewarded him by biting down sharply. I pulled away and he lifted my shirt off.

I ran my hand down his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his body. Through his pants, I could see the outline of his penis.

I wanted it. To see it, smell it and taste it. I tore at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, then sliding them down, along with his boxers. His hard cock sprang out. For a second, I was too shocked to do anything. It was gigantic! 8 or 9 inches and fucking THICK. It bounced in front of my face several times under its own weight. When I finally reached out and wrapped my fingers around his venous shaft, I was taken aback by how heavy it was. Suddenly, I realized THAT was going inside me. I wondered what it would feel like to have Gabe hungrily thrusting it into me.

I was brought back to reality by Gabe's laughter. He was looking down at me and my obvious shock. "Don't worry. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." With that he swayed slightly so his penis swung heavily from side to side in front of my face.

I smiled mischievously and took his dick in my hand again. "No, don't YOU worry. Cause we are fucking doing it. Starting right fucking now."

I suddenly stood, still holding his cock in my hand and started toward my bedroom, leading him behind me. As I passed a mirror hanging on the wall, I caught a glimpse of us. Gabe's naked body, toned and muscular. His bare ass flexing as he walked. Suddenly I was glad I hung that mirror beside the bed. We would enjoy watching what was about to happen.

Pulling him by the cock, I led Gabe to my bed and pushed him down on his back. Then I opened my side table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube that I bought when I was dating but never used.

Gabe sat up on the bed and reached out, hooking his fingers into my wasteband and pulling me toward him, between his legs. "Aren't we forgetting something?" he crooned.

He kissed my abdomen as he undid my jeans and slid them down over my butt. My penis, smaller than Gabe's but still nothing to scoff at, sprang out and stood proudly erect before him. He held me at arms length and looked at my body. I felt so vulnerable there, naked, exposed to him. I ached for him to touch me and play with me. To make me beg him for more.

He extended his hand and wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked upwards, forcing some precum onto the tip of my penis. With his thumb, he swirled it around. He looked into my eyes as he did so, savoring my pleasure.

He leaned forward and reached around to my rear end, taking my butt cheek into his hand and squeezing firmly. He leaned around to get a better view of my naked backside in the mirror and gave me a sharp spank, leaving behind a red mark. With a grunt of approval, he pulled my butt cheeks apart to reveal by asshole. I watched his face as he obviously approved of what he saw.

I pushed him onto his back again and climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs. I uncapped the lube and squeezed it out generously on his solid penis. Taking his shaft in my hand, I began to stroke him. Up and down, I ran my hand. I felt him throbbing under my grip. He leaned his head back and groaned. "Fuuuuuuuuuck."

After a few seconds I stopped stroking and leaned forward onto my hands and knees on top of him. I lowered my body until my penis pressed against his. With my hands and his ample organ covered in lube there was plenty for the both of us. I wrapped my hand around both of our shafts at once and began jerking us off together. He moaned his appreciation, and I felt his hips bucking slightly, fucking my hand. I started to thrust as well, grinding myself against his cock and my own hand.

As we ground our dicks together, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to bend me over and fuck my tight little hole with your fat dick until you fill me up with your thick white cum! And I wanna come all over you while you're balls deep in my ass filling me up with your cum!"

With a half grunt, half roar, Gabe shoved me off of him and rose to his knees. I rolled over onto all fours and presented my ass to him, expectantly awaiting my lover to obey my wish. Gabe continued to stroke himself as he uncapped the lube. He squirted the lube on my ass and began to spread it around, over my cheeks and inside my butt crack. I felt his finger press against my hole and then slowly open it and slide in.

"You sure about this, love?" My body was aching for his penis and hearing him call me "love" drove me to the edge.

"Pleeeease," I pleaded. "Please put your cock inside me!"

Finally, I felt the weight of his dick press against me, and I felt myself opening up as he gently thrust his hips forward, entering me. Filling me. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his balls slapping against my ass. I wanted to know that every last inch of him was buried inside me.

I moaned as I felt more and more of his length sliding into me. I leaned back forcing him deeper. His dick slid forward easily, slick with lube, stretching me wide with his girth, until I felt my ass press against his hips.

"Fuuuuuck," we both moaned together as he withdrew his cock and then slid it back in. Slowly, gradually, his thrusts grew faster as he slid his dick in and out of me.

As he fucked me, he held one hand on my hips and the other I felt slide down my torso to my cock dangling between my legs, swinging with each thrust of his powerful hips. His fingers wrapped around my penis, and he began to stroke me in cadence with his thrusts, working into rhythm. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. His hips spanked against my ass as he lost himself in my body.

I felt myself growing close to climax as he worked my penis faster and faster. "Gaaaabe, I'm about to cum!" I moaned.

Suddenly, Gabe stopped thrusting and pulled out. He shoved me over onto my back and then swung himself over top of me in a 69 position, placing his dick in my face and, to my surprise, immediately sucking mine into his mouth. He started frantically sucking me off, bringing me precariously close to orgasm. I wrapped my lips around his dangling dick as well and began to suck, determined to bring him to climax as well.

"Oh Gob! Hoby FUCK!" I all but screamed, my mouth still filled with his cock. I reached orgasm in a blaze of ecstacy. I felt my muscles contracting and releasing repeatedly as I came violently into Gabe's mouth. He continued to suck me, his head bobbing, a slopping sound now emanating from his mouth from my thick cum oozing out of his lips and down my penis and balls.

"Ooooooh!" Gabe produced a muffled groan and a split second later I felt his body tense and his cock jump in my mouth. A spurt of hot, thick liquid shot from him and into my mouth. I gagged reflexively but forced myself to take his massive dick into my mouth as his load filled my throat. Gabe stopped sucking me as he road his orgasm, his cock jumping in my mouth with each flex of his muscles. His cum overflowed at the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheeks before he finally lifted himself and repositioned himself face to face with me. His leaned down and kissed me gently, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

I kissed him back, wanting him to taste his own cum still dripping down my chin. He ran his tongue along my mouth, cleaning me but also leaving trails of my own cum from his mouth on mine.

For a couple minutes, we kissed this way, both breathing heavily, Gabe's semi-flacid cock resting heavily on me.

Finally, Gabe rose, and straddled me, taking my limp penis in his hand and starting to stroke it back to life. "Alright then," he said. "Now it's my turn."