I took a last look around the house. It looked okay; neat but lived-in. I glanced at the clock and
thought that Andy should be here soon. I was surprised how nervous I felt.
My mom and sister had gone away for the weekend, leaving me alone to mind the house. I was
going to have a small get-together with some friends–order some pizza and watch a few movies and
listen to some music; drink some beer and smoke some weed–but then in the last few days one after
another other things came up and they had to pull out. All except Andy.
“We’re still going to get together, right Chris?” he asked me. “I mean, unless you got something else
to do? But if you’re going to sit at home alone, we might as well hang out, right?” I agreed.
But I was a little nervous, mostly because I didn’t know Andy that well. One of my closer friends
had brought him along a few weeks ago, and he’d started hanging out with us now and again. I think
he was new to the city, having just transferred universities. He seemed a bit different and more
adventurous than my regular friends, which both interested and unsettled me. One time we were at
Mike’s house, in the basement with his parents upstairs, and Andy had pulled out a porn tape from
somewhere and popped it in the VCR. It only played for a minute or two before Mike noticed,
freaked out, and almost kicked Andy out of the house. I hoped Andy wouldn’t rope me into anything
too wild on this night.
To tell you a little bit about myself, name of Chris, I am in my early twenties, about six feet tall with
a broad-shouldered body that is fit if not muscled. I have brown hair that’s a little shaggy and
always looks in need of a haircut. On that evening I was wearing black jeans and a t-shirt with the
logo of a rock’n’roll radio station. There’s a lot of other details to my biography, but I don’t think
they’re relevant to this story, on this particular evening.
And just like I expected, the doorbell did soon ring. The setting sun beamed in through the
windows, and soon I’d need to turn on some lights. I opened the door to find Andy waiting,
surprisingly burdened-down with a knapsack on his back, and a big box of pizza in his hands.
“Hey dude! What’s up?” He said with a smile. “I was thinking, why wait to phone in the order and
wait for the delivery guy, and blah-blah-blah? So, I just set up a pick-up from the place around the
corner at the right time, and just dropped by there on my way here. I hope it’s cool?”
“Oh yeah, yeah!” I said. “C’mon in. Yeah, that’s cool, we can eat right away then, good thinking.”
That really was a lot like Andy, from what I’d gotten to know of him. Always planning one step
ahead, always looking for something a little less mundane. In the short time I’d known him his ideas
had made for some evenings that otherwise wouldn’t have been nearly as fun. It was one of the
reasons I thought it would be alright to spend an evening hanging out with him, even when, after the
party was cancelled, I really just wanted to spend a quiet evening alone.
A bit about Andy: He was around my age, a little shorter and with a much more slim and lithe body
type. He had straight blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders, and wide excitable eyes. I think it’s
fair to say he was the adventurous ball of energy to my more reserved, thoughtful character. He
wore slacks and a multicolored short-sleeve shirt that looked like it was from a thrift store.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, some plates and napkins, and we made our way down
to the basement rec room. We both sat down on the big couch that was opposite the TV, put all our
things on the coffee table in front of us, and chowed down on pizza. The first thing we had planned
was catching a movie on TV, and by the time our feeding frenzy died down the movie was about to
start.
It turned out to be a pretty good movie, a mostly forgotten sci-fi flick from the seventies on one of
the cable channels. We mostly stayed quiet and watched, except for commercial breaks when we’d
pass a stray comment to each other, or take a bathroom break, or go grab another couple of beers.
Feeling a little light-headed from the beer, I had to admit that my mind kept going back to the way
Sigourney Weaver looked, especially in one scene where she strutted around in clothes that hugged
and highlighted all her major-league curves. It’s the image that was in my mind as the credits rolled.
“Pretty good movie, huh?” Andy asked, getting out of his slouching position and stretching.
“Uh, oh yeah,” I said “That zero-gravity scene? That looked so cool.”
“What about her eyes, man? Especially when she’s shouting at those other officers? Fuck, if she
didn’t want to eat ’em up instead of yell at them. Fuck if she didn’t give me a major chubby with
those eyes.”
I laughed out loud, because he didn’t even have to say what part he was talking about, because my
thoughts were exactly the same. I laughed a little too loud, felt self-conscious and covered up my
mouth and looked away. “Um, yeah,” I said. “Definitely.”
I guess Andy saw I was feeling a little weird talking about this, because he changed the subject right
away. I’m really not so sure why I get so shy and quiet and nervous when the conversation turns to
sex–I certainly think about it a ton–but it was nice of Andy not to tease, as sometimes happens.
“Since you’ve been so nice as to share your beers,” he said, “this seems for a good time to smoke a
joint. That cool?” he asked, and reached into his knapsack.
“Cool,” I said, and grabbed one of the left-over slices of pizza to munch on while he rolled up a
joint.
He pulled out a pretty big bag of weed, and I didn’t say anything until he poured it all out onto a part
of the coffee table he’d cleared. “Geeze, we’re not going to smoke all that, are we?”
He looked at me and grinned, “Why not? Don’t worry, it’s my treat.”
“Well…” I hesitated, and thought it over while taking another bite of pizza, “let’s split it up then,
some now, some later?”
“Pace yourself!” Andy called out, jokingly. “That’s what I call a plan! That’s why I like you, man,
you’re not afraid to have a good time.”
“Me?” I asked, with a tone of doubt. “I’m not exactly Mr. Excitement. I mean, we haven’t known
each other that long, but you must have figured that out, at least.”
“Naw, naw, naw,” he protested. “You like to have fun on your own terms. You know what you like
and what you don’t like, and you’re not afraid to go your own way to satisfy yourself. Like, I know
“Getting dick in my mouth, and dick in my ass, yeah! Fuck, you’re driving me wild, Chris! I’ll have
sex with you anytime…ugh…all the time…ooh…whenever you fucking want it! I’ll give you my ass,
I’ll suck your beautiful cock!”
“Ugh,” I grunted, and pulled out. Sucking cock. It gave me an idea. I walked over in front of Andy,
my cock waving in front of his face. I pulled at my own hair with one hand, and tweaked my nipple
with the other. “Show me how much you love it.”
Andy sucked down on me in one motion, taking the cock that had been up his ass, sucking it deep
into his mouth. I placed one hand on the back of his head, and soon he was drooling on it, sucking it
down. I held his head in place with both hands and pumped my hips, skull-fucking him, his lips and
mouth and throat just a wet warm socket for my cock.
I pulled out and went back to his ass to fuck him there again. The room, I’m sure the entire house,
was filled with our sighs and grunts and groans. I knew a lot of girls fantasized about two guys
going at it, and I thought how many of them would love to see us now. A little fanciful part of my
brain imagined they were hiding in the dark corners, rubbing their pussies as they watched us go at
it for them. Andy tied to a chair in the center of my bedroom, a trapped sweet young thing. And me,
using him and tormenting him, doing what I could to satisfy my overflowing desires. Two hetero
boys that had found in each other someone they could trust with some of their vulnerability,
someone they could express their desires with, another male they could have twisted, debauched
homosexual sex with without needing to make a public declaration, or a political stand, or to give
up loving sports, muscle cars, and lusting after girls of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
That was the real deal with me and Andy, we were lucky enough to find in each other someone that
knew that sex and lust and kinky pleasure are a big deal, but putting up barriers or passing
judgements isn’t.
As I was fucking his ass, I’d zoned out into some sort of timeless space of perfect pleasure. I came
back into the moment, and felt that cum rising in my balls again. This time I wouldn’t stop.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I said simply, took a few strokes, and then buried my cock deep and felt it
explode. Deep in his ass, it twitched, spurted, pulsed, shooting cum deep into Andy, deep into the
hole I’d opened up, I felt the hot jizz fill his ass and get pushed back around my cock. My eyes were
clenched shut and I saw sparkling, pure-white stars that contained every color.
Andy just whimpered. He was playing the girl, completely. My friend, the guy playing the girl, with
his ass filled up with my hot cum.
I think I gathered my wits quicker than he did. I slipped my softening cock out of him, and crawled
out in front, moving his hips forward a bit. It didn’t take thirty seconds after I started sucking his
cock for him to cum in my mouth. It was a big, heavy load, strings of hot, sticky, slimy cum kept
shooting against the roof of my mouth, sliding down to form a big pool of love juice around my
tongue.
When he finished I stood up over him. “Open,” I said awkwardly, and then put him into position
with my hands, one hand grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it back, the other pushing my fingers
past his teeth and opening his mouth wide.
About a foot over him, I let that big hot sticky slimy nasty ball of his cum slip out past my lips and
dribble in goop’s and globs into Andy’s waiting, submissive mouth. His eyes opened wide, but he
didn’t fight it at all. Not at all. It was so sweet to hear his gulps, to watch his neck work as he
swallowed it all down.
“Did you eat it all up, you fucking bitch?” I still held his head by his hair, and I didn’t know why,
but I was still fired up, still angry and aggressive and lustful.
“Yes.”
“Suck my tongue.” I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and brought it to his lips. I gave him
about ten seconds, pulled back, and smacked my palm hard across his cheek.
“NO! What kind of wimpish sucking is that. Are you my bitch or not?”
He looked down at the floor, “Y-yes…”
“Well, fucking suck my tongue then. I don’t need a little wimp. Suck it like a big-titted, big-assed
nympho slut, or else why the fuck do I even have you around?”
He sucked much better this time. It turned into a very very long, very hot, very intimate boy-on-boy
kiss. I still remember his saliva-slick lips mashing with mine.
Later that evening we were lying on my bed, naked. I was going to pull up the covers over us, but
we still needed to cool down a little first. I lay on my back and Andy lay beside me, his head on my
chest, one arm around me, and a leg over me as well. I had one hand down at his back, caressing his
ass, and the other lightly traced patterns around one of his nipples.
“Just remember,” I said softly, “I’m gonna want to feel your hot hard cock fill up my ass too.”
Andy looked up at me, as wide-eyed as possible considering how exhausted he was. “Not tonight?!”
I chuckled, “No, not tonight. But soon.”
“But I’ll still be your bitch, right Chris?”
“You’ll still be my bitch. My sweet, secret bitch. I want to feel your beautiful cock up my ass. But
you’ll still be my bitch.”
“Oh, yes. But not tonight.”
“No,” I said, “Not tonight. I think even us two have had enough sex for one day. Now, tomorrow
morning, on the other hand…”
