Jason and I had been friends since high school where we were on the track team together our junior a
Jason and I had been friends since high school where we were on the track team together our junior and senior years. He’s always been a hot looking guy and he’s only improved with age. He’s an unambiguous product of his 100% Italian heritage. He’s dark haired and olive skinned and pretty covered with almost black pubic hair from his neck clear down to his toes. His beard is so heavy that he’s always sporting a little scruff by mid afternoon no matter how close he shaves in the morning. His parents are strictly old school Europeans so Jason wasn’t circumcised as a baby. He was one of the only guys in my grade who still had his foreskin. Other guys made fun of him for it, but I’d always thought that his extra skin made his dick look infinitely more sexy than anyone else. I never missed the chance to shower next to him after track practice so that I could get a good look at it.I knew in high school that I was gay, but it wasn’t as normalized then as it is now. So I stayed in the closet until I went away to college after we graduated. Jason and I had gone to different schools to get our degrees. But we always kept in touch and saw each other at every break from classes. I eventually told Jason I was gay and he took it in stride like I’d hoped he would. Jason’s as straight as they come, but he’s a ‘live and let live’ kind of guy, so he’d told me that I was the same person as I’d been before I came out to him. “We’ve been friends for a long time now, Jack,” he’d said. “Don’t see any reason to not be friends now.” He’d been so sincere and easy about it that if anything I thought we’d be closer now that I didn’t feel that I had to hide part of myself anymore. Of course, being Jason, he’d also added, “Look at it this way, Jack, at least now I know I have one guy friend whose ass I’ll never have to kick for trying to fuck my sister.” He waited a beat, then finished by saying, “and I don’t have any brothers.”I guess it never occurred to him then that he might have to kick my ass someday for wanting to sleep with him. But believe me, the thought had crossed my mind…repeatedly. Ever since starting to have sex with guys I’d been hoping to find someone with Jason’s looks, build, hairiness and foreskin. I’d found out the hard way that guys like that are few and far between. After college we’d ended up in the same city working at different firms. Our companies were on the opposite sides of the city, so we never explored being roommates. Neither of us were willing to fight cross town traffic every morning to get to work. So we both lived just a few minutes from the places that we worked. We stayed weekend buddies, though, ending up joining the same track club to keep up our love of all things running related. We’d done 10K and half marathon races together and often did training runs together on the weekends leading up to the race. The situation didn’t afford many opportunities for us to shower together, so it had been quite some time since I’d gotten a look ad the uncut cock I’d become sort of obsessed with.Most of our training runs were done at an easy pace that allowed us to chat as we moved. Once in a while Jason would ask me questions about sex with guys. He was curious and had no one else that he knew of to ask. I did my best to educate him without turning him off or grossing him out. He’d asked me if I was top, bottom or versatile. I told him that I swung both ways but preferred men who were a little more dominant than me so I ended up on the bottom more often than not. “So do you like getting fucked in the ass, then?” he asked, “or do you just grin and bear it to be with the kind of men you like?”“I’m afraid that there’s more grinning and bearing it than I’d like to admit,” I told him. Then I added, “Don’t get me wrong, getting fucked can feel amazing with the right guy. But with most of the guys I’ve been with so far, its just been okay.”“Sucks for you,” he said.“No different that you with girls, I’d bet,” I said shaking my head. “I mean, you can’t really have been into every pussy you’ve fucked, right. Sometimes you just want to fuck so you go with what’s available.”“True that,” Jason said raising is hand to knock fists with me. “I can count on one hand the women who really rang my bell. The rest I guess I fucked to be fucking.”“Exactly,” I agreed.Another time he’d wanted to know about blow jobs. He’d asked me if I liked giving them and if they were just foreplay before getting fucked, or if I liked it enough to make oral sex the main event.I told him that oral sex was when I am really in my lane. “I definitely like it enough to make that the point of a hook up,” I’d said. “Nothing really gets me off like working a guys crank until I make him explode.” He’d listened to that response intently, thought about what I’d said for a few minutes then asked, “So what kind of dicks do you like best? Big ones, or smaller ones, so you can handle them easier,”“Any gay guy who tells you he doesn’t like big dick is lying, “ I answered him with a laugh. “Smaller one’s can be nice, but there’s nothing like a cock that takes all of your skills to handle.”“So do you like them longer or thicker?” he wanted to know after listening to that.“Both if I can find them,” I answered honestly.He nodded his head and was quiet for a while. Finally he said, “Don’t think I’m being rudely nosy here buddy, but can I ask you one more thing?”“You can ask me anything,” I assured him. His curiosity was a shameless turn on, even though I’d cut out my tongue before telling him that.“How do you feel about foreskin?” he finally asked.“Deprived, mostly,” I answered.“You mean cuz you’re cut?” he asked me.“No, because everyone else seems to be,” I answered.He didn’t get it for a minute, When he did he looked over at me with a cocky grin on his face, “So you like guys with foreskin, then,” he stated.f“Oh, yeah,” I assured him. He’d kept that shit eating grin on his face for the rest of that run.It was a couple of weeks after that that Jason invited himself over to my place on Sunday afternoon to sit on my back deck, drink beer and shoot the breeze. I loved hanging out with Jason so I’d agreed eagerly since we usually only got together for our runs. Our social lives obviously took us into separate orbits, so this was something of a rare treat. I’d been looking forward to it since he’d called.When he arrived at my place he was wearing his usual straight-guy weekend attire. A pair of black cotton running shorts, a t-shirt with an athletic logo on the chest, dark sunglasses and a pair of flip flops. He looked good and he knew it. I loved how his hairy legs and arms looked. I especially loved how even his fingers and toes had little tufts of dark pubes growing at eh knuckles. He clearly hadn’t shave since Friday morning and the three day growth of dark stubble made him look masculine as hell.I grabbed us a couple of beers and we sat down across one another and kicked back. We chatted for a while and I kept the fresh bottles of beer coming. I kept being a little distracted due to the fact that Jason had clearly gone commando under those running shorts. He had an obvious bulge in them that clearly outlined his big dick and huge balls. Runners are short enough that I knew it wouldn’t take much for his junk to be visible in the opening of one of the legs. I have to admit I’d be letting my gaze drift to his crotch since he’d arrived hoping to get a glimpse of his cock or balls. I was wearing dark glasses too, so I hoped he didn’t really know where my attention had been.By the time we were draining our third one, Jason was clearly feeling no pain. He looked over at me and asked, “So you getting any action, dude?”“A little,” I said.“Find a big, thick, uncut one yet?” he said a little more intensely.“I wish,” I answered.He looked at me, drained his beer and handed me the empty saying, “Don’t think I’m a lush, but do you think we could have one more?”“Sure,” I said and went inside to get a couple more brews.When I got back outside I nearly dropped the beers on the deck in surprise. Jason was sitting there slouched low in the chair where I’d left him. He had his legs spread wide at the knees. The loose runners were pulled up to the top of his quads and his entire dick and very low hanging balls were pulled out of one of the gaping legs of the runners. His balls actually hung all the way over the edge of the seat.I looked up at him grinning at me and said, “What the fuck, Jason?”He answered me with a question, “Do you know what 98% of straight guys would say if you asked them what they liked the best when having sex with a girl?”“What?” I said thrown by the question.“They’d say they like a slow deep blow job before getting the girl to let them fuck her in her ass.”“What!!!” I asked breaking apart in giggles. I walked over and handed Jason his beer and took my seat across from him to get the best view possible of his goods while he explained himself.“It’s true. Ask any straight guy,.”” he insisted.“I believe you,” I said, “but…..” then motioned to his bare dick with one of my hands.“Well,” he answered pushing his hips forward and drawing my attention once more to his cock which seemed to be filling out a bit as he spoke.“Since we’ve been talking about sex,” he explained, “it’s been seeming more and more ironic to me that the things you like best are the things most straight guys like best too, but are very unlikely to get. Especially me.”“Why’s that?” I asked.“You know most Italian girls are strict Catholics, right?” he asked.“Sure,” I said.“No good Catholic girl from a decent family who wants to be a wife and a mother is ever going to suck dick or get fucked in the ass,” he said. “Nice girls have sex to have babies. They might be really into it, but bottom line, they fuck to keep their husband and get pregnant. It’s strictly missionary with oral sex only if they have to get you aroused before you fuck them. Ass just ain’t on the menu.”“I see what you mean,” I said, hoping I knew where he was going with this.“So I been thinking,” Jason continued, “I got what you want and can’t find, and you do what I want and can’t get.”“Oh…?” I said.“So what if we made a deal,” he proposed, “I let you have what you want, you let me do what I want.”“You sure about this, chief?” I asked him.“Never, surer,” he replied without hesitating.So I got on my knees and crawled between his legs and swallowed his big uncut cock to the root right there on my back deck. I edged him for an hour, getting him to the brink and backing off several times before he finally pulled his dick out of my mouth and jerked me to my feet. “Let’s take this inside,” he barked. “I need to fuck. Right. Now. If your ass is anywhere near as talented as your throat, you’re in for a hell of a ride,”It was a hell of a ride. It was the best suck and fuck of my life, just as I’d always imagined it might be. And it was the first of many. Jason’s happily married now with a kid on the way. But he still shows up on my deck a couple of weekends a month to get all the things he’s not getting at home. And I’m happy as hell to provide them. -- source link