Every single night, I have basically the same dream. Not exactly the same each time, but the same premise. It always somehow centers around my best friend, Kenton. Kenton and I have been friends for a very long time. We do everything together, and everyone knows that we are practically inseparable. What he didn't know was that I was deeply, madly, truly, and insatiably in live with him. I could never bring myself to tell him that, but I always kind of hoped that he felt the same way but was afraid to say it and that one day the R&J complex would take its curtain call and we would just know it was meant to be.
I'm Andrew. 25 years old, single, bi, tall, dark, and generally good looking. Kenton is also tall, pale, but not in a Swedish kind of way, muscular, and oh-my-god-sexy covered in tattoos. We live a few towns apart, but we see each other all the time. We will crash at each other's house, or go out of town to see someone and crash at their place. We go out every weekend, and we just have a lot of fun together.
This last weekend, on a Friday night, was no exception. We went to Cunningham's downtown and had some drinks. We got crazy and loud like we always do, and it was a blast. Since we had more than enough to drink, I told him he should crash at my place and not chance driving home. Like usual, there was no hesitation. So, we went back to my place, stopping at McDonald's on the way. As per usual, we collapsed on my couch and turned on television. We brought up YouTube, and found a long compilation of vines.
After a bit, he got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back out, he called my name and told me to look. I looked up just to see him with his dick hanging out his zipper, shaking it. This was also pretty usual, so I chimed in with my usual response. "Shake it three times, and you're playing with yourself".
"Ya, that's fun and all, but why don't you play with it for me?"
I didn't know what to say. At first, I wasn't sure I heard him right. Then, I was sure I had heard it right, and that he was kidding around like usual. I just stared at him with a blank look on my face. You know, the look where its obvious your mouth is going dry and you are clearly in shock or something.
"You heard me right. I know you want to, and obviously I want you to. So get over your fake innocence and suck my dick." At that point, I'm sure I looked like one of those gazelles jumping over a log or fence on the discovery channel. I was over the couch that was between us in about 0.5, hands wrapped behind his knees, eyes locked with me on my knees. I kept that eye contact with him as he put his hands on the back of my head. He pulled me in so slowly, and closed his eyes in pleasure as his cock head slide across my tongue. I am not a whore, but I've had my share of cock sucking experience. I am pretty talented at it, so without any hesitation, I got the plump end if his 8.5 inch meat firmly planted in the back of my throat and his huge nuts nestled against my chin.
I could feel him quiver a bit. I could feel his grip on my head tighten. I watched him open his eyes again and look directly back into mine. "I have been waiting for years to get you on my dick, Andrew. I can't wait to fuck you!" I gave the best nod that I could to show my approval, considering I had a huge dick in my mouth. I remembered trying to swallow his dick while still trying to figure out if I had dozed off and was dreaming. But, much to my pleasure, I wasn't dreaming.
I started to move my hands up his thighs, and grabbed onto his tight muscular ass cheeks. It was all I could do to keep myself from digging my nails in and ramming my throat down repeatedly on his rock hard pole. I could feel his meat pulsing in my throat, and his fingers running through my hair. He was moaning and bucking his hips, pulling my head as close as possible. I felt his ass tense, and he grabbed my hand, pulling to his mouth. He started to suck on my fingers while I continued to relish every single inch of his cock. I could taste pre cum. And as much as I wanted his juice bursting in my mouth, I knew I wasn't ready yet. I pulled back and allowed his gorgeous cock to fall from my lips.
"I hope you realize that by taking my dick out of your mouth, I'm going to fuck you till you can't stand, and you are begging me to stop!" Kenton said.
"Well then I hope you are staying the weekend, because I have been dreaming of you inside me for as long as I can remember, and I won't be asking you to stop until I'm dying."
Kenton lifted me up by my arms, brought me in tight, and lifted me to his waist by my ass as I wrapped my legs around him. He kissed me so deeply, so passionately that by the time he lay me down on the bed, I hadn't realized we had moved. He leaned down over me, continuing to kiss me with such heat. I could feel his pressure at my hole as I realized he had grabbed the lube and was working a finger in me. He pulled away from me, but never broke eye contact.
"I want to look into your eyes as I work my cock into you. I want to see every feeling you experience. I want you to feel me."
I simply nodded. He took this as every sign that he needed to enter my hole. He pushed my knees back and I swung my legs to rest on his shoulders. He put himself at my tight entrance and applied just enough pressure to get the head inside of me. He put his hands on my thighs and pulled towards himself. He looked me in the soul. It was like he could feel exactly how I felt. He let me adjust, waiting for me to give signal that I could take more.