**hi guys! this story is kind of a long one, but it’s based on real events between me and a guy i went to high school with. one of the hottest experiences i’ve ever had in my life 馃檪 all characters are over 18 btw <3**
i walked through the door a drunken mess. pregaming the party wasn’t as wise of a choice as i’d anticipated it’d be, i was ready for bed as soon as i got there. wasted, i decided to swallow my feelings and make the best of the situation. the night was young, it’d be a waste to go home now.
miles was known amongst our school to throw ragers. he was 18, south american, dark brown wavy hair just shy of medium length, and around 5’10 with the most charming smile i’d ever seen. he was always grinning from ear to ear, and his smile was so contagious i’d constantly catch myself and others cheesing around him. i’d had a crush on him since i’d first moved to our school two years ago, and he was nice enough to talk to me in class when i’d see him or say hi to me in the halls, but our friendship never really surpassed pleasantries. i was sentenced to a high school career of admiring him from afar.
i found my friends and tried my best to engage in conversation through slurred speech, ignoring the pounding in my head, when he spotted me in the crowd and practically beelined towards me. “noah!” he exclaimed, and pulled me in for a hug. his eyes were bloodshot. “how have you been?” he asked, ignoring everyone surrounding us. we launched into conversation as if we’d been close for years. he got an A on his biology exam. his parents were out of town for the week. he finally broke up his ‘bitch of a girlfriend’. he went on and on, the alcohol on his breath travelling up my nose and fogging my brain, when at last, the conversation came to a lull. after we’d sat in an awkward silence for a few seconds, his head shot up and he smiled, as if overcome with a newfound wisdom that gave him a great idea. “can i make you a drink?”
i watched him grin as the tequila burned my throat. i’d asked for a beer, but after a lot of back and forth, he convinced me to do a shot with him. i gagged, as if my body was rejecting the liquor, and stole the cup from his hand and chugged to try and sooth the burn. he laughed, and told me to wait where i was so he could get me another drink from the cooler, but returned empty handed. “we’re out of beers in the cooler, but i think there’s another box in the garage.” he nodded his head towards the garage door, as if to signal that i should follow him, and so we went.
he grabbed a beer from the fridge in the garage, biting off the cap with his teeth and spitting it on the floor. he laughed and gave me the drink, and i took a swig to try and get the lingering tequila out of my mouth. “my throat is still on fire,” i told him. “who cares? drink up,” he shot back. just then, the song that was playing ended, and a new one began. “oh my god, i fucking love this song!” he yelled, grabbing my free hand, and practically sprinted out of the garage as he led me behind him. the beer sloshed around the bottle as i tried to keep up, and i took another swig.
he finally let go of my hand when we got to the living room. he danced like a madman, the alcohol stripping back any inhibition. fuck it, i decided, and i danced with him, as if no one else existed in that moment. we both laughed and sang along, and continued to talk and dance and drink for hours, until everyone eventually started filtering out of his house.
at around two, we ended up at his dining table, listening to music while we sat, talking and sipping our drinks. there were a few people left, socialising elsewhere. we were in deep conversation about school, work, our love lives, and countless other topics. he was telling me all about the girl he was dating, going on about how she refuses to suck his dick and how she’s so uptight. we were both wasted enough, so i didn’t see the harm in being honest. “guys are so much easier,” i told him, and it was true. “every guy i’ve ever been with has given me better head than any girl. they’re all sluts.” we both laughed, but he was taken aback. it’s not like i was closeted, but my sexuality wasn’t public knowledge either. i hadn’t brought it up with many people, and not many people had asked. “i didn’t know you swung that way,” he told me with a sly smile. “yeah, i just like who i like, guy or girl. a mouth is a mouth at the end of the day,” i replied. we both laughed, and i got up out of my seat. “i gotta piss, where’s your bathroom?” “let me show you.”
miles walked back to the dining room as i closed the bathroom door behind me. i started to piss as i thought about how my two-year-long crush was flirting with me. i didn’t know if i was misreading the situation, but it seemed like he was coming onto me, and he was coming on strong. i felt my dick start to harden in my hand. a modest 6 inches, uncut, shaved clean. i closed my eyes and started to stroke it, thinking of miles. thinking of his broad shoulders, his lean build, his boyish smile that melted my heart every time i saw it. thinking of the times i’d seen him shirtless in the school locker rooms, his pecs glistening with sweat. thinking of how badly i wanted his lips on my skin, his hands in my hair, his dick in my throat. i was close to cumming when i heard a knock on the door.
“you good in there?” miles yelled through the door. i shoved my hard dick back into my pants, flushed the toilet, and opened the door. “i thought you were throwing up or something, you were in there for ages,” he said, as his eyes scanned my body, landing on the print of my throbbing dick in my pants. he reached out and playfully brushed my dick with the back of his hand, laughing. it was a bold move, and my dick jerked in reaction. “the fuck were you doing in there?” he asked through a grin. “shut up,” i said, and laughed as i tried to squeeze between him and the doorframe and walk back to his dining room. he put his arm against the wall, blocking my exit, and stared me in the eyes. “no, seriously,” he said, with a stern expression. “you think you can just beat your dick in my bathroom and get away with it?” he said, his deep brown eyes locked with mine. “i- um, i wasn’t-” i started to protest. “i’m serious, that’s fucked up,” he said, cutting me off. i stood silently, embarrassed. “and to not even invite me?” he added, the corners of his lips turning upwards.
miles locked the bathroom door behind him and walked towards me with lust in his eyes. not knowing what to do or say, i stood there frozen, as the alcohol in my system rushed to my head and the blood in my arteries rushed to my cock. he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me, our bodies pressed together. my dick throbbed. his lips were so soft against mine, his kiss gentle yet assertive and passionate. his palms moved from my cheeks to the sides of my neck as he held me in place, in full control. as i kissed him back, our dicks grinded against each other, and i felt his start to twitch and harden against mine. drunk and daring, i reached down and started rubbing his dick through his pants. i felt his body jerk in surprise, his tongue jolting with excitement in my mouth. he lowered his hands to my ass, and we stood there, feeling each other up as our tongues fought for dominance over one another. i pulled back and started kissing his neck while his hands continued to explore my body. miles threw his head back in euphoria, and i ran my hands through his hair as he started to unbuckle his belt.
his pants and briefs fell to his ankles, and he sat on the bathroom counter. there stood miles’ throbbing dick. it was perfect, about 7.5 inches, cut, pubes trimmed clean, oozing with precum. i dropped to my knees and watched his eyes roll back into his head as i licked the precum off the tip of his dick. he let out a stifled moan and bit his shirt, as my lips, wet with his saliva, made their way up and down his shaft. “fuck,” he whispered. i licked my way down the length his cock towards his balls and took them in my mouth, playing with them with my tongue as i stroked his dick with my hand. he grabbed a fistful of my hair as he watched in awe, and pulled my head back so i was facing him. “open your mouth,” he commanded, and i obliged. he leaned forward and spat in my mouth, and i put the head of his cock back in my mouth as i reached for my own, freeing it from my pants and jerking off as i sucked his soul right out of his body. “you think i couldn’t hear you beating your dick through the door earlier?” he asked, my hair still gripped in his hands as he bobbed my head up and down. “little slut, left me hanging to go play with his dick.” i tried to respond with my mouth full of cock, only managing to get out a muffled moan.
his breathing quickened as i continued to suck his dick. i looked up into his eyes, and could see the sharp rise and fall of his chest through my peripheral. his mouth was open, panting, and we maintained eye contact as i went all the way down on his dick. he let out another moan, louder than before, and i licked his balls while his entire shaft was in my throat. he pushed my head down onto his cock. “fuck, i’m-” he started to say, when ribbons of his cum started to pour into my throat. at the same time, my dick erupted with cum on his bathroom floor, as i orgasmed harder than ever before. i pulled his dick out of my throat and put the head in my mouth, stroking his shaft while my tongue swirled around the tip, tasting my hard earned reward. he kept cumming for almost a minute, and i swallowed intently, then cleaned the saliva off his dick, balls, and thighs with my tongue before standing up. he was panting with his eyes closed and his head leaned back onto the bathroom mirror. “fuck,” he whispered, trying to stabilise his breaths, before opening his eyes to see my face drenched in his cum. i wiped the mixture of cum and spit that had dribbled onto my chin with the back of my hand, and he laughed a bit. without hesitation, grabbed my hand and licked the cum off of it. “ew!” i said, as we both laughed and put our clothes back on.
but the air was thick with an awkward silence once we’d left the bathroom. i don’t know when i had sobered up, but the liquor that gave me the confidence to take miles’ balls into my mouth had suddenly drained from my body. it was as if someone had poured ice water down my back, and the realisation dawned on me as i sobered up that i had just sucked every drop of cum out of miles. i walked towards the living room and stood there awkwardly, and miles did the same. i looked at the clock on his wall, and it read 4:15. “i think i’ve overstayed my welcome a little bit,” i said. “i should probably get going.” miles nodded awkwardly. i walked towards the door and waved goodbye as i opened it. “hey,” miles said, stopping me in my tracks. i turned around and saw him looking down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. “it’s already 4, you may as well spend the night.”
i was elated at the offer, but i did my best to play it cool. “you sure?” i asked. “yeah. you drank and it’s late, i don’t want you driving.” i nodded in agreement. “okay.” i didn’t drive to his place, and i wasn’t so drunk anymore, but he didn’t need to know that. i’d be stupid of me to turn down the offer. miles looked at my chest awkwardly. “also, you have some cum on your shirt.” flustered, i looked down, then back at him, not knowing what to say. “come upstairs, i’ll give you one of mine.” he said, and i followed him upstairs.
i sat on his bed as he rummaged through his closet, and he threw an oversized shirt onto my lap. the air in his room was heavy with the smell of sex and deodorant, there were clothes on the floor and posters of athletes on the walls. i was about to put his shirt on when i noticed him starting to strip naked. he threw his clothes on the floor, and i spotted the cum stain in his briefs. i must have missed the bathroom floor a little bit when i was gagging on his dick. fuck. i can’t blame myself for my imperfect aim, i was a little preoccupied, i thought to myself. miles sensed my awkwardness. “you can get under the covers if you want,” he said, grabbing a clean pair of underwear from a drawer. i took off my clothes and threw them on the floor, put on his shirt, got under the covers and laid on my back. he collapsed in bed next to me. after a bit of silence, miles broke the tension. “i’ve never done that before. with a guy, i mean.” i rolled onto my side to face him. “you didn’t like it?” i asked. “no, no, it was good. it was really good. i’m just saying,” he paused for a moment, avoiding eye contact again while staring down at his bedsheets. “i thought the alcohol was making me all horny, and then i realised halfway through i had sobered up and didn’t want to stop,” he said quietly. our eyes met. i sat there for a moment, admiring him, before leaning in to softly kiss him. he put his hand on the back of my neck and slipped his tongue into my mouth, but it felt different than the first time. tender and loving, not lustful. he pulled away after a few seconds and kissed my forehead. “goodnight,” he whispered. “goodnight, miles.” i rolled over to face away from him, and he pulled me towards him as we laid with our bodies against each other. my eyes were only closed for a few seconds before i felt his dick start to harden against my ass.
i started to slowly grind on his dick, teasing him, and in seconds he was rock hard again, as if i hadn’t just drained every drop of cum from his balls. he started to kiss the base of my neck near my upper back, moving up to my ears, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on them, and just like that i was hard again too. i moaned softly for a second, savouring the intimacy of the moment, before turning around to kiss him again, getting on top of him and straddling him. our lips pressed against each other as i sat in his lap. he could still taste his cum in my mouth, i’m sure. i ran my fingers through his hair before kissing his neck, and then working my way up to his ear, tucking his hair behind it, and whispering, “please fuck me.”
i felt his dick throb in reaction. he sat up and moved me so i was laying on my back, and he reached into his bedside table to grab a condom. no foreplay was necessary, we were both already rock hard and extremely horny. he put the condom on and positioned himself above me in missionary. he pulled my underwear off and tossed it on the bed beside us, then let a little spit fall from his mouth onto my hole to lubricate me. he rubbed his spit into me in with his dick, leaning in to kiss me again while starting to slide his dick inside me. i winced in pain. “you okay?” he asked, stopping suddenly. i was biting my shirt. “keep going.” he slowly kept leaning into me, and a hushed moan escaped his lips. he closed his eyes as he made the final thrust into me, his pelvis resting against me, and then leaned down to kiss me again, shifting his full body weight onto me. he slowly started fucking me, and my lips vibrated as i felt him try to moan while his mouth was interlocked with mine. my pain slowly melted into pleasure as he rubbed my prostate with every stroke, and i bit his lip, with my hands resting on the small of his back. he leaned back and propped himself up with his arms, his gold chain dangling in front of my face. he grabbed my legs and pushed them back towards my head, thrusting his dick so deep inside me i was seeing stars. i began moaning loudly and uncontrollably, and in an attempt to not wake up his neighbours, he grabbed my underwear from beside us and shoved it in my mouth, allowing me to taste my own precum. my arms were numb, my vision was blurry, and it took everything in me to muster up the strength to speak one word through the briefs: “harder.”
he let go of my legs and ripped the underwear from my mouth to kiss me again, before pulling his dick out of me. he picked me up and flipped me over, putting me on all fours. i put my chest on the mattress and positioned my hole towards him, and he wasted no time in slipping his whole cock inside me with one go, slamming against my prostate. it was fascinating to watch miles turn from the innocent boy i’d wave to in the school halls, to the guy who spat in my mouth and fucked my throat on the bathroom floor, to the man who’s breath i felt on my neck with his cock inside me as he pinned me down on his bed. i was ecstatic to have discovered this new side to him, and from now on, my mission would be to lure it out of him as often as i could. his hands gripped my waist as he fucked me passionately, slapping my ass between strokes. “harder,” i moaned again, and he put his foot on my head as he slammed his dick deeper into me with his newfound dominance. “little slut,” he muttered amongst moans, as he thrust his pelvis onto my body repeatedly. i grabbed my dick with one hand and jerked it as he fucked me, his foot pushing my head into the mattress. my other hand was gripping the sheets to stop myself from passing out. i was moaning and breathing so heavily, and having my face buried in his bed did little to muffle the sound. “who’s pussy is this?” he asked, while further inside me than ever before. “yours, daddy,” i said breathily. “fuck yeah it is, baby,” he replied, before taking his foot off my head and sliding his cock out of me. he laid beside me on his back and our eyes met. “why don’t you come ride this dick, pretty boy?”
i got up and positioned my hole above his cock before slowly lowering myself onto it. he let out a heavy breath and gripped my waist with his hands. i bounced up and down on his lap, and he grabbed my dick and started jerking it. he was focusing on the head of my dick, and i could feel my balls twitching as i was nearing an orgasm. before i could tell him that, he put his hands on my chest and started playing with my nipples. i grinded back and forth on his dick and leaned towards him, and he started kissing my chest and licking my nipples. i moaned and put my hands in his hair, running them through his silky brown waves, pushing him into my chest. “i’m gonna cum, baby,” he said, as i felt his heavy breaths on my chest, and using his hair, i pulled his head back to face me and started kissing him intensely, my tongue exploring the intricacies of his mouth. i felt his body jerk slightly against mine before his dick started pulsating inside me, and the sensation against my prostate was enough to make me cum simultaneously on his chest. i was breathing heavily as i slowly got off his dick, and collapsed on the bed next to him. he got up and kissed me, then threw my saliva and precum stained underwear on the floor, and cleaned the cum off his chest and dick. i lay there breathless, watching him clean himself off in the warm sunlight that was slowly infiltrating his room, before he came back into bed and held me under the sheets. he started to kiss me again before looking into my eyes and pushing my messy hair out of my face. “you know, you’re pretty when you’re on all fours” he said softly, and we both giggled. he gave me one final peck on the lips and kissed me on the forehead goodnight before we fell asleep in each others arms, bare skin on bare skin.
the next day, after i got home, i got a text from miles. it was a photo of the cum we never cleaned off his bathroom floor, with the caption “you’re mine now.”
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