My Little Black Book

[ChaseWeston89]

Everybody has a little black book, right? Whether it's handwritten, noted in your iPhone, or, for those of us with enough self-control to keep it tamed, stored somewhere in your memory. They come in a ton of varieties - from "black" to white and every color and hue in between. Some are brief, an easy read, and well, some are not. One thing is generally for certain: The Little Black Book is strictly confidential. Unless of course sharing your stories is your thing.

Some people try to keep the contents of said memoirs sacred and personal, but I guess I've never been one of those people. If you want the truth, I think telling story is honestly half the fun. So, here's my idea. I do keep a little black book; only it's not black and as time progresses, the less "little" it becomes. Oh, and it's also not confidential. In it, I jot down a name, a method of contact (phone number/facebook/etc.), whether it's worth another contact, an overall ranking, and a brief description of what exatly went down; and how. It's kind of fun to update, too!

Once things are wrapped up I start writing. And why write something if I'm not gonna share it - so here it goes. Whenever I'm feeling froggy, I'll flip to a random page and give you all the play by play of who, what, where, when, and why, how - everything. And I'm not sure if this forum is all based on fiction, but I assure you that the stories I'm telling are 100% true. Some very minute details may be a bit fuzzed, but most generally I take good notes.

Now let's get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

 

[Autolycus]

Hi Chase, welcome to JUB. We all like a good story - that's why we have this story board. We also like a good story teller - are you one, we ask?

Now is the time for you to prove it one way or another, so open that little black book and start dishing the dirt!

 

[ChaseWeston89]

Jerrod (do over? sure!)

I met Jerrod thru a friend of a friend of a friend. I do have a bit of a tendency to tease and play with boys that I have on my social networking websites, such as Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, and Jerrod was no different. He was cute, nothing extraordinarily gorgeous, but his style and swag were undeniably attractive. The long dark emo hair and pale skin just draws me in almost every time, but what really magnetized me to Jerrod was his mysterious sexuality; which you'll find out sooner or later about me that I hold no regard to gender or sexual preference. I'm not trying to sound conceited, but I'm pretty confident that with the right approach, I could probably land just about anybody (within reason) in bed with me; boys, girls, straight, gay, and everything in between. A lot of times, that's really the main reason I pursue a particular person - just to see if I can. But let's get back on track!

Slowly as I began to hold very casual conversations with him, a few hundred miles away from one another, hiding behind the confidence of our computer screens, I began to realize that this little scene kid with the nose piercing and black hair wasn't as straight as he wanted people to believe. And when I say "slowly", I mean within one conversation we had discussed the things we would do, and things I could "show" him had we ever been face to face. Little did we know that a few months later, we would meet!

He and I shared a lot of mutual friends, as he had left this area to move to Dayton when he was just little, before I had moved here. He used his Facebook to keep in contact with his early childhood friends, who I had since befriended. One day I got a message asking me to reserve some time for him in the upcoming weekend. He did, however, make it clear that the time we would spend together would be with the friends we both shared - mostly a clan of hipsters and skaters and all of the other "cool rejects" we all know from back in school. Now I never make plans, but I did say I'd at least swing by. So there's the back story!

When Saturday came around I was working at the shop and the door opened. When I looked up to greet the customers, it was one of my best friends, Tyler, and trailing closely behind were two friends. He would always skate around town and pop his head in to say hello. As they walked over to my station I realized the other dude that was tagging along was Jerrod. He was tiny, about 5'6" at the tallest, with his box-colored black hair hitting just at his dark brown eyes and his skin so smooth and pale it looked fake. He stood awkwardly behind me as I said my hellos while making eye contact in the mirror in front of us. I couldn't really turn from my client at the time, so I told Tyler that I'd be over after I got off, and they left. When 6 o'clock rolled around, I was out the door. I'll never show a boy or girl that I'm actually excited to hang out with them, even if I ran out to my car! I went straight home, showered, changed, and got back in the car. Tyler lived with his parents just a few minutes from my house; the entire basement was his, aside from the garage - with a living room, bathroom, two bedrooms, and a computer area - all with its own entrance from the driveway. He was the cool kid because he had his own little place, so to speak, for everybody to come crash, play games, smoke cigarettes, and just chill. I, too, have my own place, but it's much more of a sanctuary to me. No crowds of guests, no drinks on the carpet, decorative pillows, the whole nine yards!

When I got to the house, I walked on in, as it was a no-knock policy, and found them playing X-Box. Not my thing, and typically I would have just left after a few minutes, but there was no way I would get my taste of the straight little emo boy if I didn't stick it out. While I sat there on the sofa watching a group of rowdy young guys get into what young guys get into, video games, I got a message on Facebook. It was from Jerrod, who was sitting just across the area rug on the loveseat, and it read "you look so lonely over there!" - I knew where he was going with this, so I replied "as do you, who should move? there's more room over here, but who needs more room?" I don't think he understood, because he just sent back a very bland "lol", but I hopped up and sat onto the couch next to him. The others didn't even really notice, as they were too enthralled in the game. Jerrod was obviously very shy, not speaking much more than ,"Mmm, yeah, heh, uhhuh," the entire time we sat there.

I tried to hold a very casual conversation and as the time progressed, his demeanor did not. I was starting to think that my Saturday night was gonna be just another generic night watching some boys play video games while I disappeared away on the couch behind them - Facebooking and playing Angry Birds on my iPhone, sitting next to a stranger that was as equally uninterested in the surroundings as I was. But there was something so enticing about this boy. His pants fit tightly, but there wasn't a bulge to check out. His shirt had cut out sleeves that went low, exposing his entire rib cage, and at some times, his nipples would pop out. His body was nothing mind-blowing; very skinny, somewhat boney, without a lot of muscular definition. He had a very faint smell; kind of a dirty boy smell. A musky or sweaty odor - and oddly enough, it was actually turning me on. After about an hour of not much at all, Tyler and Andrew decided they were ready for the next thrill. They were hungry and wanted Burger King, which wasn't anywhere close to us, about a 40 minute drive one way a few towns over. I was the only one with a car, so they asked if I would drive. Thinking quickly on my toes, I tossed Tyler the keys and said "you can drive". He asked if we were coming, and I let Jerrod take the lead. I figured he would obviously go, in which case I would ride, too - but to my surprise, he said, "I don't know, I'm not hungry."

Perfect, I could claim I wasn't hungry, too, which was a fib, and stay behind; giving us what would probably be our only alone time we would have. And bingo - it worked. They walked out the door without another word, and I watched out the window as they got into my precious car and drove away. I was a bit nervous that I just handed over the keys to a rather careless duo of boys, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

Jerrod didn't speak for what seemed like an hour, but what was actually just a minute - and as I asked him what he was doing, he showed me his phone. He was skimming upward thru the Facebook messages we had sent each other long ago, up in the archives. I teasingly said, "Oh you don't wanna go there, don't get me started!" He turned the phone to my eyes where he had pulled up one of the dirty messages I had sent to him at some point in time, and just kind of giggled.

"What?! That's so embarrassing, put that away!" I nervously said, as I felt myself start to tingle. I knew what he was getting at, so I flirtatiously pushed his hand away. He laughed, and still didn't really say a word. He kept searching thru the phone, and again, showed me another message I had sent.

"One more message and I'm going to make it all a reality. So relax!" And again, he scrolled thru his phone, only to pull up one more message and turn it towards me.

"Put the phone down then," and to my dismay, he sat the phone down onto the armrest of the loveseat and sat calmly, with an ornery grin on his face. This definitely wasn't my first rodeo, and I've partnered with plenty of highly intimidating people, but it was the mysterious stigma behind Jerrod that just threw me off! I always have had this ability to drastically switch my personality from daytime to night-time, so to speak, so that's what I did. I grabbed his phone and tossed into onto the sofa across the rug. "We won't be needing this."

I wiped his hair out from his eyes, palmed my hand onto his cheek and leaned over to him for a kiss. He had always chatted about how rough he would want it, so I delivered. It was a rather violent kiss, but he didn't really know how to kiss back. I stopped, pulled back for a bit, and cocked my head to the side, as in waiting for a reaction. He mumbled a little something about me "pricking him with my stubbles, oww", and I shut him up by going in for some more. I leaned more and more of my weight onto him, and he laid his back onto the armrest of the loveseat. He started to kiss me back, and I put my hands onto his bare ribs. I wanted the experience to be rough for him, since that's what he asked for, even if he was very reluctant. I slid my hand downward and right into the waist of his tight jeans and Fruit of the Loom underwear that poked out the top. My hand was on his bare ass and I gave it a firm grab and straddled him on the couch with my dick starting to rise in my sweatpants. I typically don't wear underwear with sweats, so as things started to heat up, it was clear what was happening with me. He didn't stop me from doing anything, but he didn't really add much to it either. I was okay with that, though - I could more than take control. I reached up, took off my shirt, and tossed it onto the floor.

"I didn't know your nipples were pierced," he said with a shake in his voice. I could tell he was trying to be casual, like this wasn't even happening. I somewhat ignored him and reached to the bottom of his cut-off shirt, lifting it up and over his head. Finally he made somewhat of a move, and reached up to the back of my head, pulling it down to meet his lips. He was kissing me, this time, while I reached to his jeans and started to unbutton the top. I licked my way down his neck, sucking and kissing every so often, and onto his smooth chest. I sucked on his nipple and he started to squirm and moan. If that was any indication of how I'd be able to please him, I couldn't wait! I remember as my mouth moved down farther, he would draw his legs upward, as in to try to stop me, but not too forcefully. The noises he was making pointed me into another direction, though, so I kept going. Finally, I unzipped his jeans and sat up, pulling them down, and accidentally tugging a bit on his grey boxer briefs exposing a small patch of black pubic hair and the top of his shaft. He pulled his boxers back up as I slid his jeans down to his ankles. As I started to take them over his feet, he bent his knees inward to pull away from me.

"I have to keep these on just in case they come home," he said nervously. I didn't want to argue with him, look how far I had already gotten. I turned his body to a sitting position on the loveseat with his feet on the ground, and got on my knees, kneeled down in front of him. I looked up to see his face staring blankly back at me, not objecting, so I continued. There he was with his jeans at his ankles wearing only a pair of tight grey underwear. He reached into the waistband and began to fondle his package around, trying to pump it up a bit before I saw it, I suppose. Without care, I grabbed his underwear and slid them down to his lightly hairy thighs, as his soft and very small cut dick lay there on his balls. He nervously grabbed at it and tried to cover it with his hands - I think he was embarrassed, especially as he could see what was pitching up in my sweats. I didn't really leave too much time for him to think about it, and reached my hand to cup his balls, and took his soft cock into my mouth. I held it in there for a while, flicking it all around with my tongue and I could feel it slowly start to swell up in my mouth.

"Wait, see where they are really quick, they're probably almost back," he said. I grabbed my phone and started typing a quick text while I again grabbed his semi-soft tool back into my mouth. I shot the text, tossed the phone on the seat beside him, and grabbed his balls. I started to work my hands around his sack and twist my mouth side to side to stiffen him up. Within the minute, his shaft was as hard as a rock and his head laid up against the back of the couch, starring up at the ceiling. I grabbed his cock in my hand and started sucking on his balls. Where his dick lacked in size, his balls made up for. They had an odor of sweat with the slight smell of piss, just where he had been wearing the same underwear since morning. It was enticing and I couldn't wait to see how far I could take him. I took his tool back into my mouth and began to work it up and down, with my spit starting to pool up at the base of his shaft. I could start to taste the precum leaking out of his piss-slit and just as I started to get into it, my phone vibrated and lit up. It was Tyler texting back. I stopped for a second, grabbed the phone, and read the message. They were coming back from getting food, but they didn't give us an exact location. Jerrod started to fidget, as if he thought they were going to pull in at any moment, which was possible - so without hesitation, I took his hard cock back into my mouth and pumped my head up and down and all around his rod, rolling his balls in my hands and taking it all the way in, to where my nose was pressed into the slightly sweaty and wet pubic hair at the base. I would hold my head down and lick my tongue out and onto his balls, come back up, flick the underside of his dick head with my tongue, and work my mouth back down. I absolutely love giving boys head, and Jerrod was finding out that he loved getting it! I could feel his hips start to thrust a little as he was nearing his finish, and I took his dick with my hand and started pumping it as I sucked off the head and the top of the shaft. He let out a little yelp, and a simple "yeah, here" - he tossed his head back onto the couch and a small rope of cum shot out into my mouth. I put my head back, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and jerked his dick for more spunk. Two or three more shots came out, and his dick started to dribble onto my cum-filled tongue. He looked down at me, as if in a hurry to get cleaned up, and I swallowed his load down - and opened back up for more. He reached for his underwear and pulled them up, and grabbed for his shirt. Without saying much, he pulled his jeans up, leaned back on the couch, still out of breath with little beads of sweat on his shiny face, and let out a deep breath. I pulled my shirt back on and sat down on the floor, leaning back against the couch, stretching out my legs in front of me. My rod was highly visible in my grey sweatpants, still very hard.

"What's the plan for you?" he mentioned.

"I'll leave that up to you," I playfully replied, with the noise of the X-Box still playing on the TV.

We sat for a few minutes while I talked about random nothings, highly unrelated to the prior activity as a way to ease the air and ease my big bone, and they pulled up into the driveway, car still intact. They came inside, not with Burger King cups, but rather Wendy's cups; much closer, so it was probably for the best that we checked in on their location. Tyler asked if I was gonna stay the night; I normally never sleep anywhere but in my bed, but I knew that night, I'd have to make an exception. I offered up myself the pull out couch in the spare room, leaving Andrew and Jerrod to fight over the sofa or floor. Somehow, Jerrod caught my drift, and offered to sleep on the floor. It was pretty brilliant; especially for what would happen later that night.

 

[ChaseWeston89]

Jerrod (con't.)

After just a few moments, Tyler went to bed. I decided to follow closely behind, and check into my quarters for the night - leaving Andrew and Jerrod alone to hang out in the living room. Andrew turned the television to a late night stand up comedy show of some kind and I laid with the door to the guest bedroom propped slightly open, peering into the living room. As the program played on, Jerrod and I stayed up texting dirty messages back and forth from room to room. Around a half an hour later, Andrew had passed out on the couch, and Jerrod tip-toed away from him, being sure not to wake him up, and ducked into the pitch black guest room. He very quietly latched the door and locked it behind him, and awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed I was laying in. This boy was so hot and cold. On the computer, and over texts, you would think he was a famous porn star - and in person, he completely shut down, and even casual conversation was difficult to hold.

"You could at least sit where I can hear you, crazy!" I whispered, and he inched a bit closer to the top of the bed. Just close enough to where I could grab his arm, and pull him downward. He was completely frozen and didn't know what to do. I was under the covers, obviously, and he was now laying stiff as a board staring up, I suppose, at the ceiling, not saying anything. He was too shy and terrified to make the first move, so I decided to take the reins.

"Well, what brings you in here?" I sarcastically mentioned.

"I don't know, heh," was more or less all I could get out of him.

It was clear that he wasn't going to talk much, so I made the first move. I couldn't see a thing, so I felt for his hair, slid my hand to the side of his face, and turned him towards me to kiss his lips. This time, it was a bit more natural and felt a bit more relaxed. I could feel his body relax and start to press up against mine, and his hand found my shoulder. I put my hand down on his hip, and I guess he hadn't prepared for spending the night, as he was still wearing jeans and the cut off t-shirt. Our kiss started to intensify, into more of a make out, and my hand started to come up under his t-shirt - across his fine and small happy trail and up to his smooth flat stomach. I found his nipple and twirled my finger around it, lightly pinching, as our tongues did a dance in each other’s mouths. I wrapped my arm around to his back and pulled him in closer to me, as I pushed off the covers to get a little more contact with his body. After fidgeting a bit, from our angles, I couldn't lift his shirt up over his head, so I whispered for him to do so.

"You first," he said - and without hesitation, I pulled my tank top off and tossed it to the foot of the bed. I could faintly see his shadow against the darkness lifting his shirt up over his head. I pushed him down underneath me on the bed, and quickly reached down to unbutton his jeans, pull them down, and this time, wasted no time, tugging down his grey boxer briefs along with his jeans - over his ankles and threw them to the side of the bed. I couldn't see him in the darkness, but just knowing and feeling his warm, smooth, naked body was just beneath me in the bed made my body start to tingle, and I felt my package start to swell up. I lowered my body down gently onto his, kissing his lips and softly kissing as I worked my way down to his neck. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my bulge and I kept creeping lower and lower, hovering over his little hard nipples, breathing onto them and flicking them with my hot tongue. I grabbed his penis at the base with my hand and held myself up, inching my mouth closer to his package and breathing hot air down his torso and down onto the head of his rock hard tool.

I didn't take it in my lips, but rather stayed for a minute, just breathing and holding my open mouth, licking the slit with my tongue, making him crave it and beg for it. Finally, I lowered my open mouth all the way down onto his hard cock, taking it all into my mouth at once, shoving my nose into his small patch of pubes and licking his balls with my tongue. I could hear his breathing get heavy and his efforts to stay as quiet as possible, to not wake anybody up. I lifted my head and slowly began a rhythmic motion, sliding my mouth up and down on his wet hard dick. His breathing began to get heavier and he actually placed his hand on the back of my neck, pressing down a little harder every time. As soon as he started to thrust his hips off the bed, I stopped, pulled away and sat back at the foot of the bed. I took my pants off and put my knees on each side of his chest as he still laid down flat on the bed with my semi hard cock hanging just at his chin. I knew he didn't know what to do with it, so I gently put my hand on his chin and pulled down to open his warm mouth. I could tell he was nervous, but didn't ease up - he had wanted to get to this point for quite some time now, and tonight was his night. He held his mouth open and basically allowed me to take the lead. I lowered the head of my dick down into his lips and onto his warm tongue where he wrapped his lips around just under the top of my cock. It felt nice, but I could tell he had no idea where this was going - so I helped him along a bit. Holding onto the base of my dick, stiffening up in his mouth, pointing it downward towards the back of his throat, I started to press myself into him a little bit at a time, until he was taking about half of my shaft. He couldn't take much more but I could feel his cheeks pressing into the sides of my member as he started sucking. Just as he started to get the hang of it, I decided to take it to the next level.


I spit into my hand and started rubbing my hole while he was going to town sucking on my meat - Working my finger around my tight hole was ecstasy and as the seconds went on, I my ass to be filled with him. I took my cock in my hand out from his mouth and smacked it down on his chin a bit to liven things up, and grabbed his dick from between my legs. I brought my body down into position and lowered my ass down to meet his schlong. He didn't say a word, so I kept going. Holding his dick in my hand and holding my balls and cock forward with the other, I found my hole, wet with spit from my finger and begging for his prick, and slowly sat down onto it. I could feel the head penetrate into me and I stopped to ease up some tension and relax a bit before taking the rest of it in. I steadily relaxed my ass onto his cock while my hands gripped tightly at his chest, sinking my nails a bit into his sticky clammy skin. I sat down as far as I could onto him, pulling my fingers down, scratching my nails onto his flat stomach and gripping his hip bones.

I began to rock my hips back and forth, riding him, and grabbed for his hands. Our fingers interlocked and I leaned down to meet my lips to his. We kissed a very lustful kiss and I continued to work my tight ass around his throbbing meat stuffed deep inside me. I could taste the sweat around his mouth while we kissed, mostly hovering our mouths against each other, just breathing and panting, occasionally locking lips and twirling our tongues together. I felt his hips start to press into my pelvis and his balls pressing up against my ass as he started to hump back, from underneath me. He put his hands on my knees and clenched tightly as his thrusting became a little more involved with every pump. Shortly, he started to moan and the sounds of his pleasure started a rumble in my balls that was ever so familiar. I was about to get off and shoot my creamy load on his stomach after being gently fucked for no more than five minutes; I typically last a lot longer than that, but for some reason, taking Jerrod’s virginity and hearing his heavy breathing and moaning intensify, along with the stimulation in my ass from his tool sliding in and out, and pressing firmly up against the walls of my hole was more than I could take. I grabbed my dick and leaned back, allowing him to plow deeper into me, and arched up my back.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered thru the deep breaths I took, as I groped my dick in my hand and started to jack it off. And just before I started shooting my load onto his stomach, he let out one long deep sigh and thrusted one powerful plunge into my now gaping hole, and I could feel the unmistakable feeling of his seed being released into my body, pump after pump. It sent me over the edge, and cum started to shoot out of my piss slit and onto his chest and barely there abs. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had; I think it was a mixture of having to be so quiet and both of us cumming at the same time that just made the moment feel like bliss. I collapsed on top of him with his cock still inside my ass and his juice flowing out and down his ball sack. My head was laid next to his and both of us just laid there for what felt like an hour, not speaking a word with my sperm stringing between our naked chests and stomachs.

“Soo, yes or no?” I jokingly whispered into his ear. Without saying a word, he nodded his head and let out a small laugh. I pulled myself off of him, reached over to grab and feel for my tank top, sweatpants, or just something to wipe away all of the spunk from his balls, my hole, and our bodies. I wiped it all into my wife-beater and tossed it back onto the floor. We used the light from our cell phones to find our clothes, get dressed, and get ourselves back into a sleeping position suitable for the morning. Once Jerrod was dressed, he started to quietly sneak back into the living room where he’d go to sleep on the floor. I couldn’t watch him walk away.

“Just sleep in here, it’s much more comfortable,” I told him. I guess he didn’t feel like dealing with the questions that would arise from it the next morning, so he continued into the living room. I grabbed my phone, set some alarms to wake myself up, and got under the covers. With my heart rate finally starting to settle, wearing just my sweatpants, with my tank lying on the floor next to the bed to dry, and dozed off to sleep.

The next morning when the alarm went off, I grabbed my tank, threw it on, and grabbed my keys and phone, slipped on my shoes, and quietly tip-toed out of the room, where Andrew was still asleep on the couch and Jerrod was sleeping curled up in a throw blanket with a couch pillow on the floor. I stepped past them and got in the car to drive away. A few minutes later I got a text message on my phone from Jerrod.

“I had a good time, I hope I can see you soon! ”

And yes, Jerrod, I would love to!

 

[Autolycus]

Well Chase, you rose to the challenge and proved that you can spin a good yarn!

Thanks for sharing your story with us.

 

[BiMike]

You are a great storyteller , loved it , hope you have some more in that little black book

 

[ChaseWeston89]

Thank you guys so much! But these aren't stories, these are my life! Haha!

And yes! There are plentyyy more in the book that I'll be sharing. The book is pretty filled. And I'm only 22. Sometimes I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I'm glad you can enjoy them!

 

[ChaseWeston89]

Justin (A Regular)
A while back when the iPhone app "Grindr" first launched, I created a profile and talked aimlessly with every boy within 100 miles of my location all thru out the day, every day. At the time it wasn't uncommon for me to meet up with some of these guys and set up play dates and whatnot, but Justin was a little different. We actually seemed to hit it off a little more than the typical "Grindr" booty call, but he was a little too far out of reach at the time and our schedules just never allowed for us to meet each other. Eventually our chats became a bit scattered and ultimately we lost all communication.
Years have passed since then and my days of sorting thru Grindr have come to a wrap, but a few months ago, while doing some early Christmas shopping, I had a rather unexpected run-in. A friend and I decided to finish our long day at the mall with a nice relaxing dinner at the Olive Garden - and when I looked up to greet the gentleman standing beside the table waiting for our drink order, I instantly turned a bright shade of red and could feel my voice trembling as I mumbled something about sweet tea. It was Justin, and though he was very easily recognizable from his photos, there was just an essence about him that the camera didn't capture. He was much taller in person, bright in the eyes and absolutely adorable.
I'm not sure when he realized who I was; it may have been before he even approached the table, or perhaps somewhere in the middle of our meal, but to me, the entire dinner was a huge wreck of nerves and as the time progressed, I kept getting a little more uncomfortable. I didn't really know how to bring it up, if I should at all. I had no idea where his life had taken him; it had been at least two and a half years! I decided to tear thru the spaghetti, breadsticks and salad and get out of there to avoid any awkward. Just as I thought we were out in the clear, he delivered the bill and in the fold-up holder attached to the top of the receipt was a post-it with a phone number written on it (this isn't the only phone number that was given to me at a restaurant, and one day I may share that story, but it's a very special and sacred story, so we'll see - but back to Justin!). I slipped some cash in the sleeve, grabbed the keys, and we booked it for the parking lot.
We got into the car and no sooner than we left the parking lot to head home, my temptation and curiosity got the best of me and I was typing up a text to send to him. I do hate to say this, but I had a boyfriend at the time, and I knew it wasn't the best thing to do, but honestly, I wasn't doing anything wrong, really - simply sending a text to catch up with an old friend. And as much as I acted like I couldn't care less on the hour ride home, when I hadn't received a text back after around 45 minutes, I have to admit I did feel a bit down and out. I had been shopping all day; I wore sweatpants and a hoodie, my hair was a mess, my eyes were more than likely heavy, and I just didn't look on top of my game, I thought. In my head I pondered up a plan to make a visit to the Olive Garden again, probably later in the week, dressed to the 9s in hopes that he would at least text me back! But just as my anxiety reached a high and I was convinced he wanted nothing to do with me, and that my old age of 22 had deteriorated every bit of beauty and spice I once had, the phone rang - it was Justin. He was calling! You see, there's a reason I text people, and it's so I don't have to talk to them on the phone!
I did the only thing I could think to do - put the phone on silence, hold it out of reach from my friend driving the car so she couldn't grab it and answer, and ignore the entire situation was happening. And just a few seconds later, a voicemail came thru. He was just calling to see if I wanted to go with him to McHappy's Donut Shop for coffee and a donut, me and my friend. And well, of course we did! Who can turn down coffee and donuts? We had already driven nearly an hour home, though, and it was late. I was in a complete panic, and texted him to call me back. I don't really know why, but regardless he did call back, and this time, I answered. I explained our hour-long drive, how there really wasn't a way to turn around, and that the idea did sound very enticing for the future. He seemed to understand completely - what a relief - until he mentioned coming down here, to my place, and delivering coffee and donuts.
At that point, I should have mentioned Kris, but for some reason, Kris honestly wasn't even on my mind. What would the big deal be, anyway? It's coffee and donuts, shared with a friend. I rushed around to make myself look effortlessly presentable. I may have even "got ready" to look like I was settled in for the night. And about an hour later, when the doorbell rang, I opened the door to a ridiculously cute guy with three coffees from McDonald’s and a box of McHappy’s donuts. Of course, when I saw three coffees, I instantly convinced myself that the whole thing was a set-up by Kris, and I had just failed - but in actuality, it was for my friend I had dinner with. How perfect already, right? She wasn't at my apartment, though, so I gladly accepted her coffee along with mine and invited him over to the cozy loveseat, where I would sit and sink into the tons of decorative pillows and cover up with my softest and warmest blankets.
From the looks of his snugly fit jeans and nicely tailored cardigan sweater, he had no intentions of staying the night. He sat properly on the edge of the couch, with his coffee in hand, leaning over onto the armrest. And though I can put on a good show in public, proper never had been my thing. Typically I lounge around, sprawled out on the couch with my feet up and arms back behind my head, but Justin's poise and posture would make me feel a bit grungy, so I sat with a donut and coffee very upright next to him.
After the initial introduction awkward faded away and we started to actually talk a bit, I realized that he not only looked adorable, he acted as such as well! We talked for hours, lost in conversations from everything to childhood movies, to music, to high-school stories, to sad stories to jokes, and all the way around. I had no idea time was even passing, but when I glanced at the clock across the room on the cable box, I realized we had wasted away the entire night, and in just a few short hours, the sun would rise again. When I mentioned the time, Justin quickly wrapped up the conversations and started to grab for his coat. I didn't want him to leave, so I said "uhm, where are you going? It's 4AM, you're not driving an hour home! Stay here! There are plenty of places to sleep!" I figured I could stick him in my bed and sleep on the couch, or in the guest bedroom with a very uncomfortable futon. At first, he acted as if he'd be intruding, but I assured him it was perfectly fine and he could just leave after he slept for at least a few hours - I had plenty of basketball shorts, sweat pants, t-shirts, and sleepwear for him to get comfortable and get some rest! Not to mention, my bed, topped with a memory foam mattress and a feather-pillow topper was the coziest bed in the entire world! Finally, he agreed - but only if it were him sleeping on the couch. I insisted he sleep on the bed, and after a few minutes of trying to convince him that I didn't care to give up my bed for a night, he came up with one of the most adorable solutions to the problem I could have imagined.
"We'll do it old school. Throw a pillow in the middle of the bed - my side, and your side."
"Brilliant!" It was a perfectly innocent solution and a perfect close to what had been a wonderful late night. I tossed him clothes and excused myself from the bedroom, where he changed. When I walked back into the room, his tall slender frame fit the clothes a little differently than I. The shorts hit just above his knees and the tank top looked a bit small on him, but adorable nonetheless. "Okay, turn around and close your eyes so I can change, too! And don't judge me when you see me; I can't always look cute!"
When he did turn around and open his eyes, I remember him making some kind of comment about how "cute" I did look in my Coca-Cola pants and black wife-beater. I laughed it off as I climbed into the bed. "Heh! I left you to turn off the light and find your way to the bed!" I said, laughing.
"I'm gonna pee, really quick, is that cool?" As if I was going to tell him no, it wasn't okay if he peed before bed. I directed him to the bathroom - from my bedroom, I could hear his stream of pee as it splashed below. Oddly enough, it kind of turned me on a bit, but I was far too tired to act on it at the time. "My goodness, you really did have to go!" I joked, as he turned out the light and climbed into the bed. A few mumbles later, he commented on just how comfy my bed was, and asked if he could at least have a goodnight hug. We hugged, placed the pillow neatly between us, and drifted off to sleep.
Now I’m a seriously heavy sleeper, and once I’m out, I’m out! I didn’t have to wake up early the next morning and I figured he would have been long gone by the time I woke up. As the sunlight peered thru my window and I started to awaken I could feel the warmth of a body next to me in the bed. At first, still in a slight state of sleep, I assumed it was Kris, but as the seconds went on, I realized that it was Justin behind me. He was somewhat cuddled onto me, with his hand on my side and his legs up against mine, with the pillow still smashed between us. I began to toss and turn, and I’m still not positive if he was awake before me, or as I woke up, he did as well. I turned onto my other side and as I did, he removed his hand, pulled his legs away, and got a small grin on his face, with his eyes barely opening. It was like the cutest thing I had ever seen. His face was flawless. Very chiseled with a softness around the edges; his eyes were bluish-gray, and his hair, though a bit messy, was dark and short, yet still long enough for the “shaggy” look. The way the light came thru the window onto his face just enhanced his beauty; not a single blemish or scar. He was so warm and cute I could barely stand it, so I grabbed the pillow and tossed it behind my back, scooting in closer to him. I put my arm up over his stomach and around his slender frame and giggled a bit, careful not to breathe into his face. He grabbed around my waist and pulled me in tightly as I kind of snuggled my face into his pillow, next to where he laid his head. He smelled so good, probably his shampoo, because the scent was on the pillow. With my face buried, I mumbled “you smell so good!”
He just started laughing and giggling, which caused me to laugh back at myself, slightly embarrassed.
“Shut up! You do smell good!” hiding my face. As I laid there in his arms, he pulled my body closer to his, pulled his head back a bit, and pressed it into the pillow right next to me, wriggling his nose into mine. He kissed me, a small peck, right next to my lips. Typically I have some pretty good moves, but this time I just froze up. He laid his head right next to mine with his lips somewhat resting on the corner of mine, and I didn’t know where to go from there. Not because I didn’t want it to go any farther, but for some reason, he made me nervous! I raised my head just a bit, meeting my lips fully with his, and I could feel our full lips pressing onto one another. He put his hand on the back of my head, gently, and started kissing my lips, rather passionately for just waking up in the morning. I thought this was moving rather quickly – I had slept with people plenty of times within no time, but kissing this passionately before we’ve even brushed our teeth? At first I was highly apprehensive and self-conscious, but quickly I started kissing him back with the same passion. Our tongues were dancing in each other’s mouth with our hands softly placed on the other’s face starting to become a little heavier as the kiss progressed. We didn’t really stop for air before his hand was running down my back, lightly grazing his nails into my tank top and down to my hip, where he came back up, this time under the thin material hugging my body, grazing lightly up my side. With his hand, he pulled up the shirt to just under my chest, exposing my stomach, and slid his hand back down my abs. All of this body contact was sending me into a lustful spin, so I clenched my hand at the back of his head, tugging on his hair a bit, to show him I was enjoying every moment. His hand went a bit lower and rested on the inner part of my upper thigh. I wasn’t wearing underwear and I could feel his wrist pressing into my swelling shaft. He pulled his hand up to it and grabbed it thru my pants. Our kiss just got more and more intense, and his hand started to pump my tool thru the thin soft cotton of my PJ pants. I put my straight down onto his ass and groped tightly, tugging at the mesh basketball shorts to try to pull them off. I got the elastic band at the top down just enough to expose his nice, lightly hairy butt, and slid my hand and middle finger down his crack, just at the top. Our lips still locked, I pulled his body and package closer into mine. He wrapped his arms around my body, feeling my cheeks while we rubbed our dicks together, dry humping thru our clothes that were starting to come off. His cock felt huge as it pressed into mine – from what I felt, it was about the same length as mine, but heavy and thick - a nice eight inches long, at least, with a juicy girth. I was completely entranced in him at this point. After making out for probably a solid 10 minutes, he finally pulled his lips away from my mouth and started to go down underneath the sheets. I was in heaven!
He didn’t waste any time going down, simply pulled my pants over my rock hard cock and I could feel his hot wet mouth wrap around the head and start sucking it in. He worked his tongue around the tip and swirled his mouth in circles around the top of my shaft, holding the base with his hand, pumping up and down. It was by far one of the best blow jobs I had ever gotten, and I tossed my head back, with my hands grabbing the back of his head thru the dark gray comforter, pressing his face down further, and shoving my long dick deeper into his throat. I could hear him gagging and chocking sounds as he slowly took my whole 8 inches into his mouth, closing his lips around the base. I began to thrust my hips up into his face, rather violently, but he didn’t miss a beat. He worked my dick like a true professional. I tossed the covers to the bottom of the bed, exposing his body, with his head bobbling up and down on my stick, knees bend with his shorts pushed down, jerking off his huge rod in one hand, and mine in the other. He looked up at me with just his eyes, still working my dick in his lips, with my cock glistening with his spit. He looked so dirty down there, like a little slut just begging for my nut in his mouth. He licked his way down the underside of my shaft and onto my balls while he sucked on them, still jacking my cock. The pleasure was too intense and the precum was flowing out of my piss slit and down onto my sack. I gripped my hands at the back of his head, pulling what I could grab of his hair up and away from my package. I pushed him back into the bed, lying next to me, and rolled him over, with his ass out of the shorts. Without hesitation, I positioned myself behind him, pulled his butt up a bit from his hips, and shoved my face in between his cheeks. I licked down his crack and found his hole with my tongue, twirling it around and around, probing it a bit, and eventually shoving my tongue forcefully into his nice tight manpussy. I kissed and sucked on his ass, tugging on his cock hanging hard under him. I could hear him moaning loudly, finally begging “I want you to fuck me.”
I pulled him up a bit more, to his hands and knees, into doggy style. I spit onto my hand and rubbed it all over my hard dick and pressed my finger onto his tight little hole, up and waiting for me to slide in. With one hand on his ass and the other guiding my throbbing prick, I shoved steadily into his asshole, slowly, and I could feel the head of my tool sinking deeper and deeper into his hairy ass. When it was all the way in and our balls were rubbing, I grabbed his cheeks with both hands, digging my nails into his skin as I rocked my hips back and forth, working up the speed and pressure with every thrust. His breathing became heavier and he started to moan loudly. He dropped his chest to the mattress, grabbing for the sheets that were starting to come undone, clutching them in his fists. As my pumping got faster and harder, Justin bounced his ass on my cock and started talking in between his gasps for air and loud moans. “Yeah you can fuck me all day, how’s that ass? You like fucking my ass?” And I definitely could have fucked him all day, in every position possible. I pulled my cock out of his hole and pushed him over, onto his back, where I lifted his legs up, resting his heels on my shoulders and stuffed my meat back into his ass. “Come on, fuck me hard. Mmm, yes, I want it so hard,” he moaned as I slammed my dick into him, with my balls making a loud smacking noise on his crack. I could feel beads of sweat build up on my chest, forehead, and back and looked down at his glistening face with an intense stare in his eyes, begging for everything I could give him. He looked so sexy underneath me as I plowed myself into his naked body, using and abusing him, fucking him raw. I could feel my balls start to tingle with that ever so familiar feeling and there was just something so enticing and dirty about him that just looking at him made me want to cum. I grabbed his head from off the bed and pulled his lips up to mine, violently kissing him and slamming his head back down on the bed.
“You want my cum?” I asked, as I pumped harder and faster in and out of his stretching hole. When I felt my penis start to orgasm, I pulled it from his hole and moved up to his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and sucked my dick deep down into his throat, clutching my ass and pulling my body closer to his head. I threw my body back, grabbing his hips behind me and I could feel the cum start to shoot out of my cock and into his hot mouth, down his throat, shot after shot. Just as I finished cumming, without saying a word, he pushed my head downward towards his rock hard tool, pouring with precum. I eagerly took it in my mouth, tasting his spunk, and started sucking him off. He held the base and started to jack it off and I could feel the cum start to pour into my mouth, filling up and oozing out the sides, down his shaft and onto his nice big balls, where I licked it off and swallowed every last bit of his delicious seed. I collapsed next to him without saying a word, staring up at the bright white ceiling.
As we lay there, slightly cuddling naked and chatting about how wonderful our time had been and how we had to spend more time together, I could hear my phone vibrating every few minutes. I knew it was Kris, but for some reason, I had no desire to answer the phone. After a short while, Justin got dressed and we started our goodbyes. I walked him out to his car and just as he was backing out, he rolled his window down and we kissed. A very passionate and yet loving kiss. We never did make it official, distance and schedules could potentially get in the way, but we do still have the occasional slumber party! And for now, that’s more than okay with me!