It was so right.
It felt completely right.
Two horny guys turned on by each other.
On a promise of sexy times of the gayest variety. Dylan was leading him to the guestroom at a house party with the owners' permission.
Jamie was so turned on right now he couldn't imagine turning any guy down. In the midst of the party downstairs, kissing, touching, grinding.
It all started off as fun. Kissing a good looking guy, grinding against him, what's not to like? The sort of friendly fun he often had with Dylan. They were mates, but it never normally went further than stirring an erection.
With experience, in time Jamie hoped to develop sound judgment about his type and what he wanted in the bedroom. At the moment he didn't have much of a clue. He wanted experience with guys he fancied. Not that he was a complete beginner—he'd thrown himself enthusiastically at guys when the appropriate opportunity came his way. He'd both given and received as many hand jobs and blow jobs as possible, rarely turning down the chance to hone his skills.
However, Jamie was not Dylan's type. Dylan had made it clear time and time again that he had very definite ideas about who he wanted to take to bed. And Jamie didn't fit the job description. Despite so much hanging out together, Dylan had never suggested they try anything sexual together. On the contrary, he'd made it clear it was not going to happen, and Jamie couldn't quite believe it was happening now.
Even though Jamie wasn't Dylan's type, in that way, Jamie wasn't sure if Dylan was his type.
As friends, Dylan had witnessed Jamie's transition from totally inexperienced closet virgin, to the only slightly more experienced gay boy dancing.
So Jamie expected Dylan to take the lead.
Once they entered the spare bedroom and shut the door behind them, Dylan seemed a little hesitant; perhaps he'd changed his mind.
Jamie was still hard and horny and wanted to take them back to how they’d felt when they started to make their way upstairs. A close connection as they danced together in time to the music. Jamie stepped forward, and placed one hand on Dylan's cheek and the other on the back of his head, holding him as they kissed.
Dylan didn't pull back. His lips replied, opening with Jamie's. Their tongues touched and slipped across each other, finding their way into each other's mouths. Inside Dylan's mouth tasted like the best place Jamie had ever put his tongue. The flavor of pure sex and erotica.
Lust stirred inside Jamie, a feeling so strong he'd never desired anyone as much as he did in that moment. He experienced a need to be inside Dylan, not just his tongue, but completely inside Dylan, filling him with pleasure, filling them both with pleasure.
In his mind, he lacked the confidence to take control of the situation, and yet his body acted of its own accord. Jamie released his grip on Dylan's head to find some entry into his clothing. Jamie had to touch Dylan's body; he just had to.
Dylan's held on to Jamie's waist, and it was unclear which of them was in control, creating the pressure, bumping, and rubbing together that was happening below the waist.
Jamie's hand found a way under the T-shirt, pushing it up slightly to stroke bare flesh, and got a slight reaction from Dylan. A shudder. The sexiest groan. Then Dylan stepped back so that he could pull off his T-shirt completely.
Fuck. Yes. Clothes were coming off.
Jamie stepped back and did the same. He removed his top at superhero speed and went to work on his belt. He paused to see if Dylan was doing the same.
Dylan had also paused in the same position.
They grinned at one another.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dylan asked.
Jamie nodded. "Do you?"
"Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
Confidence in his sexual prowess surged through his body, surfing the waves of desire. He put his sure-of-himself lack of inhibition down to the fact that he felt comfortable with Dylan because of their long-standing firm friendship.
Dylan knew him.
Knew everything about him. Almost.
Jamie didn't have to pretend to be experienced, fake expertise in anything. Wasn't concerned that Dylan would mock him or treat him badly. Didn't fear what Dylan would think about him or tell other guys afterward.
The only thing Jamie feared was that Dylan might suddenly change his mind and stop things going further.
"It won't be the first time we've been naked together." Dylan already had his belt unbuckled, and his fly unhooked. "Not the first time we've been hard together."
That was true enough. They'd watched porn several times. They’d danced rather closely on quite a number of occasions too. Grinding but never leading anywhere.
They were both single.
This was going to happen. It really could happen.
They hurriedly finished undressing.
Naked a fraction of a second before Jamie caught up with him, Dylan climbed onto the bed in the middle. When Jamie shimmied out of his underwear and socks, he joined Dylan on the bed.
Completely nude and horizontal, they kissed again, wrapping their arms around each other, their legs entwined. They’d often touched, kissed, and cuddled—they had a very tactile friendship—but never naked. This should’ve felt weird.
If we’re going to do this it won’t be the first time we've come together, Jamie thought, but he didn’t say that aloud as they’d never talked about that one time, a few weeks earlier.
As if each past touch and every kiss and every utterance of “you know I love ya,” were all foreplay to this moment, it all went from playful prick teasing to too fucking real to breathe.
Aroused and driven by need in a way that he hadn't experienced before, Jamie wanted—he needed—all at once to consume the man before him. To provide pleasure with his tongue, his fingers, and his cock in every possible way.
Every time his cock brushed against Dylan, shock waves of pleasure shot through Jamie's body. Stamina. Edging. Pacing. Whatever. He didn't normally struggle to hold back. Yet, Jamie honestly feared he could come any second.
This kind of embrace enabled the maximum amount of skin to skin contact, As much as the whole experience felt so wonderful, Jamie decided to break it.
Jamie thought about asking, but the question would sound ridiculous. Would you like me to suck your cock? How could no ever be an answer? He shimmied down to the end of the bed.
"Oh," said Dylan. He lay back, his head propped up on the pillows, watching and clearly surprised by Jamie taking this initiative. Dylan moved, spreading his legs further apart. Jamie settled comfortably between them.
Up close, right in front of his face, Dylan's cock looked magnificent. A bead of precum crowned the head. Jamie lapped at it, savoring the sweet and delicious flavor on his tongue. Everything about Dylan was sweet and delicious.
Jamie swirled his tongue around the head of the swollen, hard dick, all the while maintaining eye contact with Dylan, who watched with wide eyes and a smug look on his lips.
You may be chuffed about this, thought Jamie, but I ain't doing too badly either. He loved sucking cock and hadn't had nearly enough experience, so if his best mate was willing to let him practice… Fleetingly, the thought went through Jamie's mind, wondering if this could become something they did on a regular basis.
Friends who fuck. Fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. He wouldn't say no to that. Everything he did with Dylan was fun, and Dylan was fit, tasted good, and smelt nice. Why wouldn't sex on a regular basis with Dylan be good fun too?
Jamie slowly sucked deeper and deeper. His desire to consume Dylan wasn't enough to deactivate his gag reflex.
Nevertheless, using his mouth, tongue, and hands, he proceeded to give the best blowjob of his life so far. And judging by the moans of pleasure emanating from the writhing man beneath him, Jamie’s technique hit the mark. He continued to watch Dylan's face.
Dick in mouth, he let one hand wander down to cup Dylan's balls and stroke the smooth skin beyond. Failing to stay still, writhing and moaning in the sexiest way, Dylan's entire body appeared enticing.
Jamie’s fingers slowly walked over the flat stomach. His hand reached over the curve of the muscular chest. Stretching out his arm toward the face, he touched the soft stubble, prickly against his fingertips.
Dylan moved his head. His open mouth and protruding tongue sought out the fingers. He licked them, flicked his tongue around them, and sucked them into his mouth. Two fingers at first, then three, then four fingers sucked knuckle deep into Dylan’s mouth.
No man had ever sucked Jamie's fingers before. How erotic.
He was taken aback by this strange act.
It had never occurred to him that it would both appear and feel so incredibly erotic. His tongue had explored Dylan's mouth. It wasn't unreasonable to suspect his cock might go there too, given what was happening, but fingers? Dylan's tongue swirled them around. The fingers were separated and soaked by the tongue that coiled in between them and pushed them against the walls of Dylan's mouth.
It felt amazing and intimate and weirdly kinky.
While Jamie wondered at the sensation on his fingers, he felt his mouth flood with the sweet, thick taste of precum. His ears filled with the sound of muffled moans leaking from Dylan's mouth.
If it weren't for the cock filling his own mouth, Jamie would have been moaning with pleasure too. Everything seemed over-sensitive, over-erotic, and overwhelming, even though his own dick was getting no attention whatsoever. It seemed to have a mind of its own as to where it wanted to go.
With his free hand, he grasped hold of the base of Dylan's cock so that he could gulp in some air; suddenly, breathing through his nose wasn't enough.
And there weren't enough hands to do it all.
"It's so good." The words leaked from Dylan's mouth.
Jamie took the opportunity to rescue his sopping wet digits. He withdrew his fingers and moved them down between the two of them. Ostensibly to obstruct the path that his cock so desperately wanted to go.
As his wet fingers slipped over the private entrance, Dylan moaned again.
That felt good, and Jamie knew it.
The more experienced and slightly older man in their friendship, Dylan, who always seemed so calm and collected and world-wise, was quivering with pleasure under Jamie's administrations.
One wet finger slipped inside the hot tight hole. The cock in Jamie's mouth twitched and leaked.
Dylan moaned. "It's so good. It's so good."
Jamie wondered if Dylan would let him.
Jamie had never fucked a guy, and he wanted to, badly.
Dylan might not want to be the first. He might not want to be the receiver of inexperienced and experimental fumblings. He might not want to do that kind of thing with his friend.
Jamie wasn't going to be the one to suggest it. He'd leave it up to Dylan; he knew Jamie had never fucked a guy.
"I'm gonna come if you don't stop right now Jamie."
With a hand firmly around the base of Dylan's cock, Jamie sat up a little, releasing the cock from his mouth but keeping two fingers inside Dylan's ass and giving them a slight wriggle to remind him they were there.
"Are you sure you want me to stop? I can if you want me to, but I think you want me to keep going."
"Fucking hell. Yes. Of course, I want you to carry on. I'm just saying, if you don't want me to come in your mouth real soon you need to stop all that. Like now."
The rapid rising and falling of Dylan's chest and the desperate look on his face were both so appealing. This was a side to Dylan Jamie hadn’t seen before. He wanted Dylan to come. If Dylan was gonna come, great. In Jamie’s mouth, fantastic.
Jamie pushed his fingers in a little bit deeper and returned to giving head with further enthusiasm.
Sure enough, not too much time passed before Dylan's cock pulsed, gushing until, much as Jamie attempted to swallow everything, he couldn't and it was dripping out of his mouth and splashing onto Dylan's stomach.
Jamie removed his fingers, feeling extremely proud of himself. The loud pounding of his heart in his chest reminded him of how turned on he was as well as his soaked thighs from where his dick had been drizzling precum for the whole time they'd been on that bed.
"I'll just…" Jamie began to speak, but words and sentences and logic weren't there. He got off the bed and walked through the doorway into the adjacent en-suite bathroom. He picked up the towel and returned to Dylan.
Still laying on the bed, Dylan looked like the cat who got the cream, as pleased as punch and smug with it, as well as a little bit drowsy. His cock was already deflating, but still, it was nice; it was a very pleasant sight. What next?
Jamie passed the towel to Dylan to clean up. There wasn't much mess. Jamie had swallowed most of it, but he couldn't help wondering if it would be a little weird wiping down the dribbles of come from his friend's stomach. Should this feel embarrassing now?
Jamie returned to the bathroom, washed his hands, picked up another towel, and dried his hands and his soaked thighs and dick.
Dylan took the towel and swung around on the bed, his feet over the edge to sit up.
He dabbed at himself with the towel, keeping his eyes on Jamie as he walked across the room. Before he could get to the bed, Dylan stood up, blocking his way. Still standing, they became locked in an open-mouthed kiss.
When Dylan sank to his knees on the floor, dragging his tongue and lips down the length of Jamie's torso, the invitation was clear.
Jamie was a little unsure. Why couldn't he lie down? He'd never stood up to receive a blow job before.
Then again, he hadn't had that many blow jobs; perhaps he should just be grateful Dylan was giving him a new experience, and he could always get on the bed in a minute.
The slightest touch of Dylan's warm wet tongue and mouth was enough to send charged sparks of energy surging through Jamie's body. It sapped his brain, and he felt unsteady. As his cock slowly and completely disappeared, engulfed by a skillful mouth that seemed to have no limits to its depth, Jamie didn't doubt the wisdom of leaving himself to the mercy of the man on his knees.
Dylan took more of Jamie's cock into his mouth. Surely he was going to stop. Surely he was going to go back or push Jamie away. It felt amazing. He managed, somehow, to swallow every inch. Squeezing and rippling its length. A blow job like none he'd had before.
Jamie wasn't sure why or what else to do with his hands; mostly to steady himself and create a connection, he put his hands on Dylan's head, filling the space between his fingers with clumps of hair.
Dylan moved his hands from thighs to cock and balls and pulled his head back, letting Jamie's cock fall from his mouth for a moment. "Is this okay?" asked Dylan so fucking sweetly.
Breathe.
Jamie nodded, and as an afterthought he managed to say, "I don't want to hurt you."
Dylan playfully licked the sensitive head of Jamie's already-ready-to-come cock. "You won't hurt me. We can do something else if you like. I like this. You can pull my hair or thrust. I'll stop you if it hurts, otherwise you just let go, big boy. Ya know I love ya."
Already so turned on and ready to come, Jamie thrust gently, trying so hard to hold back and yet needing so badly to thrust.
"I don't want to hurt you," he heard himself mumble, more of a whisper. Then clearer, more urgent. "Dylan. Stop. Dylan, stop."
Jamie held on to the hair. He didn't want Dylan to stop.
Dylan pulled back, eyes wide open and questioning.
"I don't wanna hurt you," Jamie repeated.
"Fuck my mouth, please," Dylan pleaded. "I'll stop you if I have to."
The tone of his voice made Jamie focus. Dylan wanted this. He wasn't just doing it for Jamie.
Dylan was bigger and stronger than Jamie; maybe he could stop Jamie from that vulnerable kneeling position.
Jamie didn't hold back.
Curled up on his side at the very edge of the bed, Jamie opened his eyes to the unfamiliar bedside furniture. A lamp on a bedside cabinet. William Morris inspired wallpaper on the feature wall behind the bed. A contrast to the plain white emulsioned paper that covered his own room.
If he moved just one more inch, he'd topple off over the side.
Slowly, memories of the night before came back to him, bit by bit. Dancing and distracting Dylan, who had been upset at unexpectedly seeing his ex.
Getting away from the party early.
Making their way to the bedroom.
And sex.
Distraction sex.
Not just once.
Hot and horny, mouth-filling sex.
His memories were not just visual, not just an account of what happened. Jamie could taste it in his mouth. Not stale morning breath, but the memory of thick, warm, fresh cum accompanying sounds he’d never heard from Dylan before. The most erotic sound of any guy coming ever.
The night before was damn hot by anyone’s standards, even though Jamie hadn’t had the truckload of experience with which to compare it.
At the end of the day—or should that be the end of the night—it was just friends giving each other a hand, and a mouth, and what they needed for the night.
He'd stayed over at the party and that must mean Dylan was in the bed behind him unless he'd already got up. Jamie had no idea what the time was, he couldn't see a clock or watch or phone without moving.
He rolled over onto his back and turned his head to check that the man lying over the other side of the bed was in fact still Dylan and the space haven't been filled by some other man while Jamie slept.
"Are you awake?" Jamie whispered in case the answer was not yes.
There was no answer.
There was no reason why things should feel weird between them, except that they’d never touched each other like that before. They were friends and had fun. Fun that he remembered in greater detail as he lay there. In fact, Jamie's morning wood reminded him he wouldn't mind having more fun like that. Soon.
He slipped out of bed, placed a self-conscious hand over his hard dick, and went into the bathroom to relieve himself.
When he returned, he intended to slip back into the bed and attempt to get a little more sleep, but as he stepped into the room, Dylan spoke.
"Yeah, I'm awake."
Surprised, Jamie stopped half way between the bathroom and the bed. Then, aware of his nudity, he hastened back to his side of the bed and under the duvet.
"I suppose as we’re here we should help Gary and Mike clean up after last night's party. I don't have anything else to do today, do you?" Dylan asked. He was buried under the duvet and seemed unaware of Jamie’s nakedness.
"Well, there is the barbecue to go to in the afternoon. You invited me as your guest, remember?"
"Okay. We left the party early, but I can't believe they ransacked the place while we were up here. I don't believe it's going to take that long to clear up whatever mess is down there."
"We should strip this bed ready for the washing machine as well when we get up." Jamie agreed with Dylan’s desire to help their hosts.
"When we get up. I like your sentiment, James. There are rules to getting up on a Sunday morning."
"There are?" Jamie asked.
Dylan surfaced from below the rich thread count cotton. "Don't you know the rules? There’s a certain etiquette when you wake up in bed with gay man on a Sunday morning. Especially if either or both of you are naked."
Oh my God. Those words acted like a tongue licking the underside of his dick; it stirred back to life, not that it had ever completely gone down. The morning erection wasn’t only due to the full bladder.
"Are you going to give me full details of the Sunday rules?"
"I have to use the bathroom first, but when I get back. I don’t think I need to tell you, and you can guess how it ends."
"Is it messy?" Jamie asked, fully aware of where this conversation was going and wanting to keep it going.
"Yes, it's messy. Sheets will have to be changed."
Jamie swallowed. His dick was hard and he didn’t attempt to avert his eyes as Dylan got out of bed and strode confidently toward the bathroom, his erection leading the way, his body looking toned and muscular and every bit too sexy for breakfast.
Jamie was left alone to wonder what they might do. He wouldn’t object to a precise repeat of last night's experience because that was fun.
Could condoms be involved this time?
Losing his anal sex virginity with his long-time buddy would be great, either way around. Far better than during a one night stand, or with a new boyfriend—if that boyfriend turned out to be a douchebag like Carl.
Completely snapping Jamie from his thoughts, Dylan stood by the bathroom doorway with his hard dick in his hand. Stroking.
"If you had a good time with the guy you wake up with I think it's good etiquette to do more of the same."
"I thought good etiquette for the morning after involved making the bloke breakfast," Jamie snapped while he could still think of anything other than rubbing his straining dick against some part of Dylan. In fact, thoughts and any last drops of blood drained from Jamie head and went to his rock hard dick.
Dylan chuckled, as if standing in a bedroom making small talk like this was an everyday activity.
Jamie wasn’t displeased by the change in their relationship. After last night, and the vision before him right now, he could get a taste for plenty of grown up pleasures with Dylan.
"Breakfast in bed or breakfast and then back to bed are good, but only if you are with your boyfriend. However, I figure if we get up, get dressed, and have breakfast, then we're into the daytime. Coming back to bed for blow jobs in the middle of the day with my best mate isn’t likely to happen. That’d just be weird."
"Best we do those blowjobs before breakfast then."