It was another hot and humid Texas evening. Tommy and I were sitting out by the pool, drinking. The sky was cloudy and it looked like it was going to rain soon. He was sitting back in his chair with his eyes closed. Tommy Potter and I had met a few months ago at a mutual friend's party; I got drunk, he drove me home, I was thankful and we've been friends since. Tommy was a handsome guy; he was about 6'1, had broad shoulders and a big chest, built like a football player, which he was. I was as tall as him, but not as thick, and although our facial features were different and he had green eyes, we were often mistaken for brothers; same height, muscular, with short brown hair, and big smiles. Tommy and I went to the same college, were both sophomores and played sports. He played football and I played baseball.
I took a swig from my beer and looked over at Tommy, who was still lying back with his eyes closed. I looked him over admiring his tanned, muscular body, which seemed to glow in the setting sun. I had found him attractive since the night I met him, but he only recently became the subject of my perverted thoughts. Lately I would think about him taking a steamy shower in the locker room, or approaching me after football practice in his uniform, sweaty and ready for physical action. "Hey" Tommy said, taking me away from my thoughts. "go get me another beer." "You know where they are, go get us some beers." I said back. "Please?" he said and smiled at me; there was something about Tommy's smile that made him irresistible. I got up and walked back into the house. I entered the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge and as I was walking through the living room, I heard rain and Tommy yell, "Shit!" I hurried to the double doors and saw him running towards the house. "You should have just listened to me and got us some more beers." I said shaking my head and smiling. "You know what?" he said looking at me like he had something smart to say. "What?" I asked. "I need a towel." "I'll get you one." I said and walked away.
I handed Tommy the towel and watched him as he patted himself off. The white shirt he was wearing had become almost see through as his muscles were visible underneath the thin, wet fabric. The rain drops must have been big because he was soaked.
"Dude, this sucks! I was out there for like five seconds and look at me." he said. "Yeah." I said. I was to busy watching him dry off in all his wetness to fully process his words. The only ones I caught were, "Dude suck me." "Umm, Collin?" he said. "Yeah?" I asked, coming back to mind. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I've been drinking, and with the rai" "Not at all man." I said cutting him off. I hoped he hadn't noticed the excitement in my voice. "Thanks." He said and smiled at me. "Dude, you can stay here anytime. You're always welcome." I said, smiling back. "I don't mean to be needy, but, do you mind if I take a shower?" he asked. "Of course not, and don't ask me for anything else, okay? If you wanna do something, just do it. I don't mind Tommy. You're not a guest; whenever you're here it's your house too, okay?" He smiled at me as I finished my words. He walked off into the hall and I heard him start the shower.
I walked upstairs to my room and sat down on my bed. "Damn!" I said to myself. I laid back and closed my eyes. "Tommy is down stairs naked. He is in your bathroom naked. His clothes are off and he is in your house naked!" I thought. I started to slip into one of my fantasies; I was in the locker room at school, fresh out of practice and was going to take a shower. As I was headed towards the shower room, I saw Tommy undressing. He stripped off his equipment, piece by piece. He didn't see me, but he did it as if he knew someone was watching, stripping. I stood there in my towel, mesmerized by him. He was sweaty and dirty, in that sexy way. I smiled and went on to the shower. I stood underneath the hot, steamy water, enjoying the feel of it as it ran down my body. I began to lather up and wash; rubbing and massaging myself in a more sexual than cleansing way. Strangely, something told me to turn around, so I did. I found Tommy standing in all his naked glory, watching me with an evil smirk across his face. "Hey." I said. Slowly, without saying a word, he walked up to me, never breaking his gaze, and slid his hands down my arms. We stared into each others eyes; it was more sexual than romantic. He leaned in and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I felt his cock straighten out and push in to my hip. He kissed his way down to my ear, then to my neck. He sucked on the nape of my neck. Softly and gently biting and nibbling at it. He moved down to my chest, then down my stomach, and finally down to my stiffened prick. He was on his knees in front of me; stroking me. His eyes were locked with mine. He leaned forward and put his lips around the head of my cock, sending shivers all over my body. I tilted my head back and let out a slow moan. I felt his lips slowly move down my shaft; his steamy mouth engulfing me. He pulled off and teased me with his tongue before my thoughts were suddenly broken as the phone rang. "Hello?" I said as I put the phone to my ear. "Mr. Cruz?" The voice at the other end asked. "Yes" I responded. "Who is this?" I continued. "My name is Ron Jacobson and I'm calling on behalf of" I hung up the phone. "Fuckin' telemarketers." I mumbled.
I fumbled with my hard-on for a few, then got up and took my shirt off. I walked to my closet, grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt when I heard, "Collin?" I walked out of the closet and into my room. I saw Tommy standing in the doorway, in his towel. "Umm, yeah?" I asked clearing my throat, trying not to ogle him. I was still hard and his appearance didn't help my problem any. "If this is my home now, does that mean your closet is mine too?" He asked smiling. "Sure I guess umm sure." I stammered, holding my clothes over my crotch. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah why?" I asked. "You just look like something's wrong. You look a little flushed." "Oh, I'm good. I was just stretching, hard." I said. "Oh, no wonder you're all sweaty and red." Tommy said. "It almost looks like you were having sex ya know?" He continued. "No, no sex, just stretching." I smiled. "So you need some clothes?" I asked. Trying to think of what to say let my hard-on go down. "Yeah, well just shorts really. I can go shirtless." He said. "Underwear?" I asked. "Do you really want me wearing your underwear? Don't you think that's a little gay? " he asked timidly. "Are you getting turned on by wearing them?" I asked annoyed. "No." he said. "Then it's not gay. Don't be so uptight!" I said, hoping he hadn't noticed my attitude. We walked back to my closet and searched for a pair of shorts that wouldn't be too tight on him; he even let into the underwear thing.
Tommy chose a pair of short, black boxer-briefs. "Where's the lotion?" He asked as he walked into my bathroom. "It's in the cabinet under the sink." I told him. "Hey, I'm gonna take a shower right quick, okay?" I said to him. "Alright, mind if I watch some TV in here while you do that?" He asked. "Go ahead." I walked in the bathroom, leaving Tommy in my room, still in his towel. I decided not to get myself off and showered quickly. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waste. I opened the bathroom door to find Tommy sitting down watching TV, drinking a beer, still in the towel. "You're still in that towel?" I asked. "Yup. Hey, what's this movie about?" He said. "Which one?" I asked, walking to the closet. "The one you have in the DVD player." "Oh shit!" I thought to myself and ran into the bedroom. I stood in front of Tommy, blocking his view. "What's the matter?" He asked confused. "Can you go get me a beer?" I said quickly. "Sure, I need another one too." He got up and walked out the door. The movie was a gay porn I decided to check out, luckily, the part he started to watch only showed a few guys sitting around talking. I took the movie out and replaced it with an actual movie.
When Tommy returned with two shot glasses, limes, salt, and a bottle of Jose, I knew we were both in for a little fun. "You know, I brought this bottle that last time you threw a party. Now how long ago was that?" He looked at me. "Um, like two weeks ago?" I asked. "Three, and it's over half way full. I think it's a shame that you've let this bottle sit there this long!" He added. "How many times have you been over here in the last three weeks?" I asked him. "A lot." I continued, before he could answer. "You've let it sit there just as long as I have." "So then it's up to both of us to make it go away!" He said holding the bottle up. "Start pouring bitch." I said to him.
I don't know how many shots we had taken when I realized that Tommy and I were still sitting in our towels. "Dude, are you ever gonna get dressed?" I asked him. "Oh yeah. I knew I was forgetting something. Hey you too!" he said poking my chest. "Yeah, me too." I said looking down at his finger. He held it there for what seemed like a while. When I looked up, he was staring at me. We held each others gaze. "I have to take a piss." I said, and went to the bathroom. When I came out, Tommy was standing in front of the mirror looking at his self; he had put on the underwear. God he looked good; his thighs filled out the short legs of the underwear so that they fit tight around him. His package filled out the crotch completely; he looked like he could have been the model on the package. "Nice!" I accidentally said out loud. "Huh?" he said turning to me. "Nothing, I should get dressed too." I said and grabbed my clothes off the floor. I was putting my shorts on when Tommy came up to me. "I don't need these." He said handing me his shorts. "You don't?" I asked curiously. "Nah, these are pretty comfortable. I'll just wear them." He said looking down at the boxer-briefs. "Okay." I said, smiling in my head. I decided to leave my shirt off, just for the hell of it.
After another two or ten shots, we were sitting on my bed talking about school and our classes, and sports. We jumped from one conversation to another and back; I don't think any one sober would have been able to follow us. "Did you know Tanner Glouver is gay?" Tommy asked me. "What?" I asked. "I asked him why he quit football and he told me that he got bored with it, and then when I asked about his girlfriend he told me he was gay." Tommy said to me. "I didn't know he was gay." I said surprised. Tanner and I had slept together a few times, so I knew, but for some reason I pretended I didn't. Tommy and I were sitting next to each other against the headboard of my bed, the TV was on but I wasn't paying it any attention. I turned my head and looked at Tommy, who was watching it. My eyes wondered over him. His muscled body didn't appeal to me in the usual way. Usually, a hot football player wearing only my underwear and sitting in bed next to me would have me hotter than hell, but just having him by me felt good enough. "What happened there?" I asked pointing to a scar he had on his left side. "That happened in high school. I was cut by this guy's cleat when I tackled him during practice. But this is the bad one" He said as he started to move his hand over to his right side. He pulled down the waist band of the underwear a little and showed me a scar above his hip. "What happened?" I asked. "I had appendicitis, when I was six. The doctors told us that if we hadn't have gotten there when we did it would have burst and killed me." He said calmly. "It looks like it hurts." I said. "I can't even feel it." He said.
I don't know if it was the liquor or what, but I reached over and touched the scar with my left hand. Tommy looked at me and I thought he was going to stop me, but instead asked, "Feels funny doesn't it?" "Sort of." I responded. I rubbed the scar; first with my fingers, then eventually, my hand was on his side. "I never realized you were so built." I said looking at him. "I work out a lot." He said back to me; I don't think he had ever stopped looking at me. I moved my hand to his abdomen and felt the muscle underneath my fingers. The ripples of his abs tightened and loosened with his breathing, which had gotten heavier. I could feel his breath hitting my chest; it gave me chills. I moved my hand up and felt his pecs. Boldly, I began to play with his nipples. He sighed softly, making my nipples harden as his hot breath hit my skin. He put his right hand on my left leg, pulled it up towards him and began rubbing it. His hand went underneath the leg of my shorts. I began to move my hand down his smooth skin, playing with his belly button as I passed it. I reached the waist band of the underwear. I paused and looked at Tommy; he was still rubbing my leg and his eyes were still fixed on me. "Don't stop." He moaned as he leaned in and put his lips to mine; they were soft and warm. His hand moved up to my crotch as he began to feel my hard-on. I put my fingertips underneath the band, but instead of going in the underwear, I felt over them. I heard a whimper from him when I didn't go inside; I was having fun teasing him. He was hard, really hard. The tight fabric didn't allow much room for his cock to be in, but it filled out what space it had. I began stroking him, softly so that the fabric wouldn't chafe. Tommy's soft kiss turned into a wet kiss as our tongues felt each other. I pulled my hand away from his raging hard-on and pushed my hand into his underwear. I felt chills come all over my body as I touched his cock for the first time, skin to skin. He let out a deep moan that sent vibrations into my mouth. I jacked him gently, using the small secretions of precum as lube.
Although I was extremely aroused, and tipsy, for some strange reason I still had my good senses. "Tommy." I said as I pulled away from him. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Are you drunk?" I asked him. "What?" he looked at me strangely. "I don't want this to be something that you're gonna regret tomorrow and I don't know if you've ever did this kinda thing before, but if this is something your gonna see as a drunken mistake in the morning, I need to stop." I didn't know what was wrong with me. The guy I've been wanting was here wanting me, telling me not to stop, and I was asking him if he was sure about this. "And if this is gonna make our friendship weird than I don't want this. I would rather have you as a friend, than a one time lay even if it is good!" the words seemed to be coming out of my mouth uncontrollably. "Collin, I've never did this before and I don't know if you have either, but this is something the both of us are doing, and it isn't gonna ruin our friendship, I won't let it if you don't, okay?" His eyes and tone were serious and seemed completely sober. "Believe me, I want this as much as you do. In fact, I've wanted this, and as long you know what we're doing, I'm fine." I said to him. With that he leaned back in and kissed me. I felt better and more willing after we had discussed the situation.
"Wait, one more thing." I said with a wincing smile. "What now?" Tommy asked smiling at me. "Just let me know what you're comfortable with I don't wanna freak you out or anything." "Same for you." He said.
I made Tommy lay back as I held his hands down above his head and positioned myself on my knees in between his legs. I slowly began kissing his lips, sucking, licking, and nibbling them. I kissed my way over to his ear and lapped at his lobe with my tongue. I ran it down his neck to his collar bone, when I did this Tommy's body quivered and he inhaled deeply. I moved my way down to his chest and flicked his nipples with my tongue. I ran my fingers gently down his stomach, giving him chills. I kissed his belly button and sucked my way down to the waist of the underwear. Tommy sat up on his elbows when he realized where I was. I pulled on the sides of his underwear as he lifted his ass, allowing me to pull them off his long legs. I leaned forward and kissed him. I scooted down and began playing with his inner thighs. I sucked on and tickled them with my tongue. He leaned his head back and muttered an "Oh God." I moved up and began to circle his balls with my tongue. They were smooth and hairless, they tightened against the base of his cock as I blew on them after leaving them wet with my tongue. I kept my hands and mouth away from his penis throughout the entire session. I knew it was mean, but I liked teasing him. Tommy had watched me the entire time and I could tell he was getting antsy. Finally, I took his dick in my hand and stroked it slowly. He let out a loud moan and watched intently as I handled his member. I licked up and down the shaft, teased and sucked the head before taking his entire length in my mouth. Tommy's prick was perfect for him and me; it was about 8 inches long and thick enough so that my hand fit perfectly around it. I hummed and sucked on it as I took it in and out of my mouth.
Tommy put his hands on the back of my head and ran his fingers through my hair. I pulled my head up to the head of his cock and allowed him to push me back down. He seemed to enjoy this and slowly set me to his pace; he even made me deep throat him. He pulled me off of his member and up towards him. We kissed before he rolled me over and put him self in between my legs like I had did to him, except he held my hands down by my side. It seemed to me that Tommy like to be in control; controlling the blowjob, the way he positioned him self over me and the holding me down. He wasted no time at getting to my cock and took it in his mouth hungrily. I moaned and closed my eyes. "For someone whose never did this before, he sure is good at it. But I guess a guy knows what a guy likes." I thought to myself.
Tommy really took me by surprise when he lifted my legs and spread my ass. He slowly began licking me. His hands had moved off mine; one was roaming my chest and the other stroked me. His tongue tore at my ass in reckless desire. He was good at what he was doing and although this wasn't knew to me, the feeling was like an incredible first time experience. His multitasking was too much for me to handle; his hands stroking and rubbing me, his tongue devouring me. "I'm gonna cum." I moaned. Tommy's head shot back up and his mouth was on my dick as soon as I told him I was ready. He sucked and licked my excited cock. I exploded inside his mouth, which was an even bigger shock. After Tommy had blew me dry, he crawled up and eased his hard cock into my mouth. He started thrusting in and out and I knew he was ready to release when he tensed up and let out a loud moan. His cum was sweet and shot out in long spurts. When he was done he crawled back down and kissed me. We tasted ourselves on each others mouths as our tongues fought with one another in a wet and sticky session.
Tommy laid his body gently on mine, our mouths still locked together. He pulled back and smiled at me. I pushed him over and rolled so that I was sitting on top of him. I kissed him once more before getting up and walking to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" Tommy called out. "Taking a shower." I yelled. When I came out Tommy was seated on the bed in a towel. I guess he had showered as well. "Just wanted to say goodnight." He smiled. I walked over and stood in front of him; "So..." I said looking down at him, " still friends?" "Collin, I don't think friends blow each other." He said. I looked at him confused. "I don't know what we are, but I can tell you we're definitely more than friends." Tommy smiled and stood up. We looked into each others eyes; unlike my fantasy, it was more romantic than sexual. Simultaneously, we leaned in and kissed, no tongue, just lips. "Goodnight." He said and walked out the door and down the hall. "Night." I said back. I turned off the light and climbed into bed. "I wonder how he's gonna act in the morning?" I asked my self. "God, what have I done?" I started fumbling around with the thought of Tommy pulling out of our previous agreement, but I told myself he wouldn't. Although I still had my reservations, I calmed down and let the rain put me to sleep.