It was 1985; the end of the "bareback era". Sex was good and condoms were only for birth control. Couldn't do any of this now. Don't even try it. But have fun thinking about it.
**
Brian came to visit at the end of final exams. He arrived on a Friday morning and I was bagged from studying all night. I had an exam at one in the afternoon. He buzzed into my off-campus apartment and I let him in.
He had traveled forty-five hours, all the way from Salt Lake on the bus so he was in rough shape. He staggered past me into the living room, and throwing his bags on the floor, collapsed on the sofa. I went to the fridge in the kitchen came back with a beer. He popped the tab and swallowed nearly all of it.
"Enjoy your breakfast," I said and sat on the floor and picked up the remote. I was flicking through the early morning TV crap and I heard him digging in his backpack. A magazine landed on the floor beside me. A real nice pair of tits stared back at me from the cover. Brian was smirking back when I looked at him. I put down the remote and started thumbing through the mag.
"Good thing I had the back seat to myself, Denny-man, and too bad there was no one there to help me," he said. I could picture him quietly jacking himself off in the back of a lonely Greyhound and I started to get hard. There were some really nice shots in the mag; couples, singles and oh yeah, trios. I was starting to get even harder- my cock rising in my sweat pants. I had to adjust it.
Brian swung off the couch and went to the kitchen. He came back with another beer and sat on the floor beside me. It was going to be that way, I thought, and my heart jumped. We had known each other since the first week of college and we had become really good friends. Then at his quiet suggestion, we had taken to getting each other off, on the rare occasions there were no women available, or at least women available to him.
The first time was after a wild and drunken party. He jerked me off in my dorm room and I returned the favor. The next time we traded quick blowjobs. The third time we admitted that we both enjoyed it and took our time. Then before the start of the year, he dropped out and moved out of state. And now he came back to visit. We had many of friends in common but I had a pull out couch that was comfortable.
He put his hand on my thigh and slowly ran it up to lightly cup my balls. I spread my legs for better access. I could remember the first time he did that. Then his hand began stroking my average-sized cock through the material of my sweats. I had not stopped leafing through the magazine. There was a boy-girl-boy that was very well done. Suddenly my cock was hard and out in the open and he bent down to kiss it. He took most of it in his mouth, which was cool and wet from the beer.
He took the mag away, its work done, and dropped it off to the side. I put a hand on his head, running down his neck, over his shirt all the way to his lower back. I brought my hand back as he sucked me, bringing his t-shirt with me; able now to rub my hand on bare skin. He moaned at the contact and that sent a shiver through me, too. I lay back on the rug between the couch and coffee table and he pulled my sweats all the way off. When he bent back down I pulled off his t-shirt. I rubbed his shoulders as he gave great head; jerking me while he licked and sucked and he had me cumming in no time. He only swallowed the first shot and left the rest to run over his hand and pool on my belly. He wiped his wet hand on my chest and reached for his beer. Without a word he got up and tossed my sweats over my wilting cock so I'd have something to wipe myself with. He got up and adjusted the bulge in his pants and smiled.
"Thanks for letting me crash here."
I said it was no problem and he kicked off his shoes and asked if he could use the shower. I told him that he didn't have to ask.
**
I figured that he'd be done his second beer by the time he was done washing his hair so I stepped into the steaming bathroom a few minutes later to hand him his third. I pulled back the tub's curtain and he was leaning against the wall, stroking himself. He had a very impressive cock, about an inch and a half both longer and thicker than mine. It could have made me insecure, but it only made me more horny. He looked up, and kind of embarrassed, asked if I wanted anything. I handed him the beer and he thanked me and took a long swallow. I stepped back for a moment, unsure. My cock was starting to get hard again and I gave it a stroke to get it all the way hard. Then I stepped in the shower.
His back was toward me and he was washing his chest facing the spray. Moving behind him, I reached around and took the soap and continued what he had started. I was close and my cock was bumping his ass cheeks as he stood there. He reached back and started stroking me. My soapy hand started doing the same to his cock and he put down the beer. He put his free hand up and leaned against the wall. The hot water was cascading between the two of us. I put the soap down and rinsed him clean. "Turn around," I said.
He turned, and I was on my knees. I took hold of his cock and brought him toward me and took him into my mouth. His back shielded the spray of the water and I didn't have to worry about that. I wrapped a fist and mouth around him. He put a foot on the edge of the tub and held onto the curtain rod and started fucking my mouth. I just let him go. I reached a hand toward his ass and he told me to stop. He wasn't that much for assplay. Neither was I for that matter, so I just concentrated on sucking him like he had sucked me. I wasn't one for 'communicating' during sex. Where I was more or less silent when I came, Brian started talking a breathy, guttural blue streak. It was great- "Fuck that's great, oh suck me Denny, that feels so good oh fuck oh fuck, FUCK!"
And he came like a son of a bitch. I was trying not to scrape that big cock with my teeth while he rammed his ass back and forth, and trying to keep swallowing all the cum he gave me. One of his hands was on the back of my head while the other held onto the curtain rod. His hips slowed down and stopped. Then he did something that he never ever did before. He reached down and grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me up to him. He looked into my eyes for an instant and then he leaned in and kissed me. He pulled me close and drove his tongue into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever kissed another guy and though I had thought about it from time to time, this blew every fantasy out of the water. The only weird part was the morning stubble of our beards, but what the fuck. It was great.
He groaned as he searched out the mother lode of cum that I hadn't swallowed, and he gently swabbed it out. It was so hot and so unexpected. My cock had fallen a bit while I was doing him but now it was full hard again. I leaned him against the wall and pressed into him, my rock hard cock between us, kissing him deeply and moaning.
After a moment he leaned back. "Don't you have a final in a few hours?"
"Yeah..."
"Then you better get going. We have a whole week."
He was right. I hated it when he was right.
**
When I got out of the bedroom fully dressed, Brian was on the couch again with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His curly black hair was slicked back. He had shaved and looked like a new man. He smiled and held up a joint that he had just finished rolling.
"This'll help." He lit it up and took a deep drag. He offered it to me as I passed by to grab my book bag. I took a small hit and passed it back. I started getting my coat and stuff together. He took another hit and leaned back. "So, Denny-man, you get laid lately?" I figured that he meant by a girl.
"No, been too busy with school. Work."
"We'll fix that. We'll go out tonight and find a few ladies and bang 'em all night."
I didn't doubt him. The guy was a fucking chick magnet. I hadn't been laid for a while because I had been busy and besides that had a hard time talking to girls and as always, my best chance had to be taking whatever was left in his wake. But it was better than jerking off.
He said he had some things to do later, so in case he left the apartment, I told him to be sure to flip the lock on his way out. He said he would meet me at the Union for a beer after my exam. I said I'd get another key made for him later so he didn't have to be with me to get back in. Then I went to take my last test of the semester.
**
I finished the exam and went to Bookstore to get a key cut, then I went to the Uni for a beer and a burger. I had a couple of beer and waited for Brian. I had one more and then figured he had fallen asleep on the couch. I went to the phones in the lobby and called my place. The answering machine told me no one was home. I had one of those machines that let you hear the message as it was being recorded. So I told him to pick up the fucking phone or get down here or risk being locked out if I never made it home. I was well on the way to being pissed so I sort of rambled. When I hung up and turned around Little Eva was standing there laughing at me.
Eva was about five foot fuck all. She was a former gymnast and looked like the cutest Keebler Elf on the tree. We had hung around and partied a bit in large groups and though she had a reputation as a good fuck, you sure couldn't have proved it by me. I was emboldened by drink. "What are you laughing at?"
She shrugged, still laughing. "You just sounded weird talking like that on the phone. That's all." I didn't know how to respond. Part of being such a stump when it came to the ladies. "You done?" she asked.
