It was Friday around Christmas time, and my buddy and I been out for the day, doing our own things but met up at around 5 as we were driving out of town to catch a jazz show at the University. It was only a 2-hour drive. The time was spent smoking cigarettes and talking as we always did. About half-way there, his van had engine trouble, forcing us into a small town. Of course the only service station was closed so with no choices, we left the van and walked to the motel to hopefully get a room for the night. Money was tight so after picking up a bottle of rum, some food or other, some coke and a few beers, we took a room and headed inside.
It was pretty early, maybe 7 - we watched hockey, drank and hung out. Eventually, we smoked a joint, and because we were both getting ready to pass out, turned off the TV, killed the lights and took our last beers into the one bed in the room. We took pillows to opposite ends of the bed and passed the last few minutes finishing our beers in the dark, and then went to sleep.
I woke up a little while later, and went to pee, and it was still very dark out and it was snowing. The lights from the parking lot were annoying, as the drapes didn't seem to block out the light. I could hear people outside and remember that as always been the case, I felt like opening up the second floor curtains and standing naked in front of them, but thought better of it and got back into bed and had a smoke.
As I lay there, I became aware that the gym shorts my bud chose to wear to bed were very loose at the legs, but I dismissed any curiosity as I had seen him naked plenty of times since we lived together. Plus I was getting so much pussy that I couldn't believe I was even thinking about this.
I finished my smoke and turned on my side. I was looking at his knees, but I drifted off, waking up again to find that we had both shifted our bodies down toward the middle of the bed, and I found that my hand was only about an inch from his waste band.
I lay silently, but as usual, my cock started to tell me what to do. I had never felt this before, at least not with another guy. He was sleeping soundly, and any serious attempts to stop thinking these nasty thoughts were negated by the stiff cock between my legs.
I slowly moved my fingers down toward the baggy legs of his basketball shorts, and gently moved upward, under them, until I was touching the inside of his thigh. He moved so I stopped. Every time he stopped moving, and being satisfied that he was sleeping, I moved slowly higher until I felt his balls. I froze there, and waited. He turned on his side and my hand was not inside his shorts anymore, but I slid down lower until my head was about a foot from his crotch. I waited for a few minutes, and then I slowly reached out and ran my fingers over what would have been his pubic hair, and then he stirred. I stopped and then thinking that he was waking up, I started to pull downward on the elastic waste band of his shorts so I could see his blonde hair. He assisted by pulling them down a little but not all the way. At that point, I stopped because I wasn't sure about all of this. He got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed where I was.
When he came back to bed, he lit a smoke, and from his back, pulled down his shorts again until his hair was completely exposed. I put my hand on his stomach and rubbed it gently, but worked my way over his abdomen and eventually I was running my fingers through his cock hair. It was thin and wispy. He finished his smoke and when he returned to his back after putting it out, I moved over and started kissing his stomach, moving slowly downward. I could smell his cock, and it was then that I made the decision that I would pull his shorts off. I first wrapped my hand around the hard cock under his shorts -- the first time I had ever done that- his cock was pulsating and he lifted up his butt so I took my cue. Pulling them down his legs, I returned to my position beside him on the bed, me on my side and him on his back. He was smoking again. I was massaging his warm cock with one hand and my other hand was around my own. He was very wet with pre-cum. I knew I liked the taste of that, because I liked to taste my own.
I propped myself on my elbow and knew I didn't have to ask. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his cock. I liked that feeling. The pre-cum was running down the length of his cock, so I licked him down the shaft and then put it between my lips so I could kiss it up and down. I was very horny and he was obviously ready to cum, so I grabbed his hand and put it on my cock. He immediately squeezed hard. He was massaging my cock and balls and was pulling my sweat pants off at the same time. The waste band popped over my cock and he started to pump me. I reacted by taking his cock into my mouth all the way down to his balls. I felt the silky head of it trying to tickle my throat but I didn't mind.
We were about the same size, well he was maybe a little bigger, but when we were not hard, our cocks looked the same. When I was staring at his from this distance, it seemed like something I could manage so I continued to suck him off, and he continued to hold my cock and tickle and squeeze my tight balls. I liked the way my lips moved up and over the head, but the feeling of having that warm pulsing cock all the way in was better. I held it and did circles around it with my tongue. All of this lasted maybe 5 of 6 minutes, until I felt his cock move with the telltale signs that he was going to cum. I made small movements with my tongue and then it started shooting hard into my mouth. He shot about 3 hard loads of cum and then I needed to breath. I removed my wet mouth from his cock and let most of his cum drip onto his cock and balls, but I put the head back into my mouth to feel the last of his warm cream flowing from his slippery cock.
He simply lay there for about 10 minutes, his hand still massaging my cock gently as we smoked our cigarettes. I was alternately smoking my cigarette and kissing his wet cock, stopping occasionally to kind of pet his cock. I remember telling him that his cock tasted good. He just kept staring at my bare stomach and his eyes moved to my cock and he whispered that he would suck me off. He never took his eyes off my hard cock, and hearing him say that made me want to cum very bad.
