New Year's Eve party at my girlfriend's friend's condo. I wandered away from Jules as she stood in a circle with three other girls gossiping and laughing about another girl across the room. The two ice cubes in the bottom of my drink glass rattled, subtly signaling me to head toward the bar. So I did.
Pushing through the melee, I accidentally bumped a stranger's elbow and consequently spilled his drink down the front of his ostensibly tailored and mint-colored, button down shirt, discoloring the expensive fabric. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," I said, truly apologetic.
He looked down at his shirt then up into my eyes with a pair of the most exquisite, piercing, silver eyes I have ever seen. Without anger in his voice, he said with a coquettish grin, "No, it's ok. It was bound to happen," and he leaned in close to my ear, his fresh warm breath on my neck, ignoring the woman he was talking to before the mishap, and he said, "it's packed liked a can of sardines in here."
At the bar I handed him a wad of drink napkins to soak up the mess I'd made. I insisted on buying him a drink and, "Ah, what the hell," he said, "get me a gin and tonic."
I ordered the same thing and when we got our drinks we found ourselves alone in the quiet shadows of the corner of a room, talking about our girlfriends, about sports, music, books, life. He told me his name was "William."
As we spoke he looked out through the crowd for his girlfriend and, standing by his side, I looked him over. He had a deep, rich, bronze tan and combined with his dirty blond hair, slender body, wide shoulders and square jaw, I thought he might a descendent of German Olympians. As I scanned his frame my eyes fell over his crotch, and I couldn't help but notice a thick and long bulge in his tailored slacks.
He tapped my shoulder and when I looked u, he was staring into my eyes again, that grin on his face again. Suddenly embarrassed, I cleared my throat and averted my eyes. He said, "So, you play poker?"
"Um, yeah...well, from time to time, nothing too serious though."
"You should come out. A buddy of mine...James, he has a game every Thursday night."
"Thursdays."
"Yeah. It's ladies night. They go out and we stay in. Drink some beers. Smoke cigars. Shit like that. Manly shit."
I laughed nervously and told him I was interested. I gave him my phone number and just as he was slipping his cell phone back into his pants pocket, our girlfriends honed in our location and staggered toward us hand-in-hand. Obviously drunk, Jules slurred as she said, "What are you two doing over here? Are you hiding from us? You know it's almost midnight?"
William and I parted ways with a handshake and with our drunk girlfriends in our arms and he vowed to call me the following week.
A couple of nights after New Year's, I awoke in my bed in my apartment with an engorged and pulsating hard-on. Since Jules has her own place and hardly ever stays the night, and that night was not the exception, I threw off my duvet, pulled off my basketball shorts, closed my eyes and began stroking my neatly trimmed seven inch cock.
Initially, I thought about Jules going down on me as I sat spread-eagled on the edge of my couch cushion. She was soon joined in my dreams by William as he swaggered out of the bathroom naked, his thick and tan, soft Germanic cock swinging against his thighs with each slow step toward me. Jules continued to suck my cock, gagging herself on my meat, but William climbed up onto the couch and sat on the armrest.
I looked from the top of Jules' head to William's cock inches from my face. Looking up into William's eyes, he smiled then nodded his chin at his man meat. I licked my lips and hesitantly reached over and grabbed the base of his cock. He leaned back and exhaled loudly, in ecstasy. William's cock felt so thick in my hand even though it was only semi erect. I stroked it slowly at first, like I would stroke my own cock, and suddenly I felt this overwhelming urge to put it in my mouth.
I licked my lips again and eased my face closer and closer to his ever-hardening cock. William ran a hand through my hair and gripped the back of my head. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I licked the tip and I felt like a lightning bolt had just surged through my body. I wanted all of it in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his bulbous mushroom head, dampening the tip with my spit, then wrapped my moist lips around the shaft. His foreskin was warm and tasted a bit salty, but simply having his hardening cock in my mouth made me want to spurt.
William pushed my head down on his dick and I opened my mouth wider to compensate for his immense girth. He pulled my head up and pushed my head down over and over again until I took over on my own, ravenously bobbing on his monstrous rod, ravaging his cock with my mouth, stretching my throat until I gagged, alternating between sucking, licking, and stroking. William tightened his grip on my hair and exploded in my mouth, his cock tensing with each spurt down my throat, and that's when I came all over my stomach and chest, even hitting my chin and lower lip. I licked my own come off my lips and decided I wouldn't mind if William came in my mouth.
The next few days were miserable. I anxiously awaited William's phone call and I masturbated every morning in the shower and every night in bed, fantasizing about William's cock in my mouth, his shaven balls in my mouth, us in the 69 position sucking the come out of one another's cock, him reaming my tight ass with his baseball bat cock, with his big balls slapping my hamstrings.
