Gay story: A Change Will Do You Good – by melanieatplay. Two friends break new ground while vacationing in Las Vegas. I’d like to thank my friend and editor Jim, (Mojavejoe420) for his help with this piece. This is a short story I submitted for a contest on another website. It’s my first foray into this genre, but I wanted to write something new and hopefully challenge myself. You’re critiques and criticisms are welcomed and appreciated.
Gay story: A Change Will Do You Good – Chapter 1
Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Gay, Written by women
“Thunk… Thunk… Thunk… Thunk…”
It took everything in my power to resist the urge to fold my hotel pillow over my ears in an attempt to drown out that abhorrent noise.
What the Fuck?
I get it. He’s horny, but does he have to masturbate in the bed next to me? Or at the very least, can’t he wait until I fall asleep?
My best friend Wes and I were in Las Vegas on our annual vacation taking in the sights and doing a little drinking and gambling. Unfortunately, for the second night in a row, he was ‘rubbing one out’ five feet away from me in the other queen size bed. Last night I’d drank enough to fall asleep. However, tonight I wasn’t so lucky.
What would you do in this situation? Tell him to ‘shut the hell up so I can get some rest?’ He was my best friend and I only saw him once a year. I just couldn’t be that rude.
“Thunk… Thunk… Thunk… Thunk…”
You know I can hear you right? How could he not know? He’s not even trying to hide it!!
Then, my eyes popped open and I was now wide awake in the semi-darkness staring up at the hotel ceiling.
Of course, he knows I can hear him. He knows exactly what he’s doing!! This isn’t a mistake. This is some sort of perverse invitation. He wants me to join him!!
Was Wes gay? NO. I’ve met his girlfriends. Maybe he’s bisexual?
I honestly don’t know.
Regardless, I’m not gay. I was a jock. I played football in high school for Christ sake, and that was only a few years ago. I’m not some queer Nancy-boy.
Suddenly, my mind took me back to my high school days. The locker room, the locker room talk, the off-colored jokes my teammates and I shared regarding homosexuals. So much had changed in the four years since I graduated high school. I was older and wiser now. I had matured and was definitely not as judgemental as I used to be.
Even watching porn lately, like when it’s a threesome with two guys and a girl. The thought of two guys at the same time didn’t repulse me. In fact, it intrigued me and I found myself looking at the guys just as much as the girl.
I guess, to be honest, I was curious. Maybe more curious than I wanted to admit.
To make matters worse, I was also going through a bit of a dry spell. I had broken up with my girlfriend three months earlier and the only relief I was getting involved my right hand.
Nonetheless, taking that step into the unknown, trying something different, getting off that tried and true beaten path, that’s terrifying. On the other hand, he’s my best friend. I’ve known him since preschool and I trust him, explicitly.
There was an inner turmoil raging inside me that I had never experienced. Stay in the bed and play it safe. Or, take that step into the unknown. I had always been that conservative guy who never took risks, who always evaluated every possible move, and planned for every contingency. For once in my life, I wanted to be the one who took a chance and jumped off the cliff before trying to figure out how many feet down it was into the water.
Do I really have the balls to go through with this?
In that moment, I had an epiphany and my mind was made up and there was no going back.
I took a deep breath and got out of bed. Instantly, the ‘thunking’ stopped. I looked over and saw his hand between his legs under the thin hotel blanket and sheet.
“Would you like some help with that?”
Our eyes met in the darkness and a little smile broke across his face.
I sat on his bed beside him and he slid the blanket and sheet down his body which exposed his boxers and his sizable cock that was protruding out of the slit in the front.
I had always known he was big. He had to be in the top two or three when it came to size out of all the guys in our class. I had to admit, I was a bit envious. Unfortunately, my member could only be described as average, at best. But his… his length and girth were impressive, by anyone’s standards.
With a trembling hand I fought to control, I grasped his member firmly and he let out a low moan. Slowly, I began to stroke him and he quickly grew to full hardness. Unlike me, he wasn’t cut, and just the look of it was different. The way the extra skin seemed to cling to the head was almost mesmerizing to me.
“Yeah, Scott… just like that…” he said as his voice broke the silence.
I was stroking him a bit faster now and his pre-cum was starting to ooze out of his head and began to collect on my fingers. I was rubbing him the way I liked to rub myself which helped to ease some of my nervousness and anxiety about participating in this very foreign, yet familiar act.
I was caressing him at a faster pace and squeezing his member just a bit harder which caused his pre-cum to drip down my fingers. He was also letting out low, guttural moans and I surmised from the change in his breathing that he was getting close. I wanted to take this to completion. However, I also yearned for more. I had gone this far, and I wanted to take the next step with him.
Abruptly, I stopped stroking him. I hadn’t even realized it, but his eyes had been close and once I released him from my hand, he slowly opened them.
“Would you be okay with me doing more?”
“If you twist my arm, I think you could talk me into it.”
I slid into the bed beside him and wiped my sticky fingers off onto the sheets. I realized that I was glad it was dark. The darkness felt safe as if I was hiding from someone. In that moment, maybe I needed that darkness to hide from myself.
I took a deep breath and grasped his cock firmly in my hand again. I stroked it slowly this time and extended my tongue and licked gently along the head.
Again, he let out deep, low moans. I could taste some of that pre-cum on the tip of my tongue. I had tasted my own before. But his… it seemed to be saltier, tangier than mine, somehow.
Surprisingly, I could also feel my own member stiffen while I listened to his moans of pleasure. I realized it was turning me on to share this intimate act with him and give him this part of myself.
“Put more of your mouth on me…” he said between low groans.
Tentatively, I placed my mouth over the head of his cock while continuing to stroke him and up and down. His pre-cum was much more pronounced now in my mouth. Shockingly, I really didn’t mind it and it just seemed to add to the experience.
He was so long and thick I couldn’t take him very deep because when I tried, my gag reflex instantly kicked in and I began to cough. He seemed to like what I was doing so I just concentrated on his bulbous head while continuing to caress him with long, slow, even strokes.
His breathing was really becoming strained now and he knew he was climbing that mountain and it wouldn’t be long before he reached the peak.
“God, Scott, I’m there…”
I was tempted to let him cum in my mouth, but that was an advanced maneuver that I just wasn’t ready for. I let his cock slip out of my mouth while I continued stroking him. Within seconds, thick ropes of semen splashed onto his chest and stomach. Again, I had to admit I was a bit envious because I couldn’t ever remember producing the quantity he did.
I let go of him and waited for his breathing to return to normal as he recovered.
A few moments later, our eyes met.
“Why don’t you lay back. It’s your turn now.”
Wordlessly, I moved back against the headboard of the bed. I watched as he used the sheet to wipe up the semen from his torso. Then, he quickly got between my open legs. I slid my ass up off the mattress and he helped slide my boxers down my thighs before removing them and throwing them on the floor.
Silently, his eyes met mine and he took my erect member into his mouth. He plunged me in and out, taking me deeper with each descent until he had taken me down the root.
His mouth could only be described as exquisite. It was warm and wet and before long, gentle slurping sounds emanated from between my legs. He had definitely done this before, many times I suspected. Compared to his fellatio skills, my ex-girlfriend was a novice. He knew where all my pressure sensitive points were on my cock and he hit every one of them. He was varying the speed with his mouth from rapid movements before slowing to soft, placid motions.
All too quickly, I could feel my orgasm begin to build and he must have also been able to sense it. Without warning, he let my member slip from his mouth.
I looked down and our eyes met.
“You need to learn some control.”
We both broke into gentle laughter.
“I’d have some if your mouth didn’t feel so fucking good.”
“I’ll help you calm down a bit.”
He took me back into his hand and slowly started to stroke me. Almost simultaneously, he moved his mouth down to my sack and gently rolled my balls around with his tongue. I studied his eyes and it was like he was lost in this very intimate, sensual act. I had experienced a few blowjobs in my time, but none of them even came close to my best friends skill and expertise.
After a minute or so he tentatively, leisurely, took me back into his mouth. This time, one of his hands moved down and he gently caressed my balls while simultaneously fellating me. His saliva was dripping out of his wet mouth and I knew some of it has to be collecting in my pubic hair. Almost subconsciously, I began to thrust my hips upward in an attempt to get more of myself into his mouth. He put his hand on my stomach and let my cock slip out of his mouth.
Our eyes met.
“Trust me, it will feel better if you let me do the work.”
Okay, I said sheepishly.
He took me back into his mouth and began sucking me at an almost fevered pitch. It felt as if lightning bolts were shooting through my body as I very quickly began to feel my orgasm start to build. I wanted to prolong these ethereal sensations for as long as I could, but that was an exercise in futility. Regardless, I wanted to give him a warning.
“Wes, I’m almost there…” I murmured between very labored breathing.
My words only seemed to spur him on. He plunged my cock in and out of his mouth at what could only be described as a fevered pace.
Within seconds, I felt my world go dark while volleys of my semen splashed into his mouth.
As I started coming back down and my senses were back about me, I watched while he swallowed the cum that was in his mouth. He then extended his tongue and licked up and down my member cleaning what little semen he missed.
Our eyes met.