Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 22:28:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: trepakprince@yahoo.com
Subject: Life's Turns 2

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Life's Turns


I woke up feeling like a new man; last night was the best sexual experience
of my entire life. I moved my legs around and some of Ian's cum leaked out
of my ass. At that moment I knew it was not a dream. As I contemplated the
night, I realized that Ian wasn't in my bed, so I got up and looked for
him. He was not in his room, nor was he in the living room, kitchen, or
bathroom. I called his cell and got no answer, I began to worry thinking
that he must be totally freaked out. I mean before yesterday I never even
looked at another guy, now I was wondering have I always liked guys, were
these feeling so repressed that even I was not aware that they existed. I
had a lot of things to figure out and I was hoping that Ian and I could
figure them out together.

I decided not to waste such a perfect day so I headed out to my friend
Chris's house. On the way I called Ian just to make sure he was okay but it
just went to voicemail. Why did we have to go so far? I didn't want to fuck
up our friendship and yet that is exactly what I felt was happening. I made
it to Chris's house. I rang the door bell and there was no answer, I
knocked on the door and it just opened. So I walked in and called his name
out, I knew he was home because his car was still parked outside. I ran up
the stairs to his room and there was no one there, I walked back downstairs
to the kitchen, there I heard some clanking coming from the basement. I
asked if he was down there and he told me to come down.

I went down the stairs and there Chris was bench pressing in a pair of
white Calvin Klein trunks. He was sweating so much they were
translucent. My dick was hard as a rock! Chris always had a muscular body,
in high school he was the captain of the wrestling team, now days he was a
carpenter. He was a bit taller than me and he sported twenty three inch
biceps. He saw me staring; clearly my mind was fixated on one thing so he
threw his sweaty towel on my face. "Hey man what's up, you look like you
were being hypnotized or something" he bellowed. That I was I was being
hypnotized by that tube steak that was bursting to be set free by his
trunks. I told him I just had a lot on my mind and I just needed a
friend. He had a worried look on his face, wondering how serious of a
predicament I was in.

At that moment I didn't want to talk about it, I told him I just wanted to
work out and blow off some steam. So I got on the bench and began to lift
some weights, all of my frustrations and concerns began to be pushed out of
me as I pushed the weights up. I did three consecutive sets without
realizing I was doing them. Then it started to burn, but I continued
lifting, on the fifth set my arms were pushed to the max and could not push
the bar up. "Do you need a spot" asked Chris, I screamed out yes feeling
the weights about to touch my neck. "Then tell me what's going on," I
relented telling him that if he got the weights off me I'd tell. He put his
hands on the bar and before lifting, he dipped his legs so his cock was
square on my fore head.  There was an awkward silence in the room; we
looked each other in the eyes face to face. "Okay now spill it, what's
going on?" and like a river I recanted the whole night, from the kiss in
the club to being butt fucked on my own carpet, to not hearing a word from
Ian this morning. I started crying thinking why me, how could I fuck up our
relationship. As I finished Chris just chuckled, I looked at him thinking
what was so funny about my situation.

"Look man, we all experiment, hell do you think I haven't fooled around
with any of my friends? Hell I have gotten my cock sucked and I even fucked
some guy before, I mean I even sucked a few of them off just to show my
appreciation, that doesn't make you gay and that shouldn't end a
friendship." I pondered what he said closely and wondered was Chris just as
in denial about his sexuality as I was. Oddly though I kind of felt better
after he told me, I still had a lot to figure out but at least I wasn't
going to be alone. "You know since you're here how about we play a little
game." I lifted one of my eyebrows and asked what he had in mind. "I don't
know how about a wrestling match" he coyly answered. I told him that I was
at a disadvantaged since I didn't spend most of my life training to be a
wrestler. He then said that I could tie one of his arms down and that
should be more than fair. I agreed and got an extension cord to wrap around
his arm and body. Before we began he stated that the loser would have to
suck the winner's cock, I readily agreed. First I took off my shirt and
shorts just to make it as fair as possible. Chris was on the bottom and
counted down.

"On your mark, get set, go!" I rolled him on his back, trying to pin him
down, but he used his legs to flip me right over. Each of us struggling for
control, without both of his arms it seemed that I had the advantaged but
his strength was a force to be reckoned with.  With all the power in my
legs I scissored his neck hoping to get him in a chokehold but with one
stroke he grabbed my boxers and tore them in half. I was stunned; there I
was on my stomach with my ass raised in the air naked like a jaybird. Chris
just laughed and said he got a little carried away. I ran to put my shorts
on but he held me still, I was so worried about not having any clothes on
that it completely escaped me that now he was working with two hands. He
picked me up and had turned me upside down, all the blood was rushing to my
head, I thought he was getting ready to pile drive me, when I felt his
tongue dart my asshole. I became jelly in his arms; he gently lowered me to
the ground and asked me if he won. I moaned in agreement, he stopped and
asked to hear that he had won but I couldn't resign myself to say it. Then
he gripped my ball sack which really woke me from my daze I screamed "YOU
WIN JUST LET GO OF MY BALLS." He let go spun me around and offered his
thick dick to me to swallow.

He buried my face in his trunks making sure I caught the scent of his musky
cock. Then he opened my mouth and made me blow him through his underwear, I
was captured by his masculinity, I began to lick for all it was worth
tasting the pungent saltiness of his sweat. Then he told me to take his
undies off with my teeth, I readily obeyed. There his cock stood free in
all its glory, but I had no time to marvel because before I knew it he was
trying to stuff half of it down my throat. My jaw was in pain, I had never
had something so big in my mouth, and it was the size of a can of
Budweiser. I took it in, but my mouth was so dry, so Chris pulled it out
and spat in my open mouth, then shoved it right back in. That was all the
lube I needed, his dick was tunneling my mouth open, and I gagged a few
times as it hit the back of my throat. For a good ten minutes I was trying
to give him a sloppy blow job but he seemed frustrated by my activities. "I
guess I need to show you how to give a real blow job" he acknowledged. He
sat me on the bench and began to kiss my dick. It was so incredible, who
would have thought that Chris Evans was a great cocksucker?

He began to tease me by biting the skin underneath the head of my dick; it
was like I needed a little bit of pain to counteract all this pleasure it
kept me on my toes. Then with one swoop he went balls deep, devouring my
entire dick. Not once did his teeth touch my piece. With his free hand, he
would roll my balls around his fingers, pushing and pulling them into
submissions, I swore they dropped a few inches that day. I was almost about
to explode when he got up and asked if I was ready for another go, I
accepted the challenge wanting to give him as much pleasure as he had given
me.

I stuck my tongue out, lapping up his dick like a dog does to a bone. I
relaxed my throat and eased all nine inches down my throat, I tried
breathing out my nose this time. I gently went up and down taking even more
as time went on, finally I went down again and his balls hit my chin. I had
finally deep throated that monster cock. He made sure that it wasn't just a
fluke by pulling it all the way out and pushing it in. Once again I had
inhaled that sausage, but this time he didn't let go of my head. I was
being suffocated by cock, I could feel my face turning blue, and I started
to fade out struggling for air. Then he let go, forcing me to gasp for
air. "That's for being so cocky" he said as he laughed at my face. Then he
got back on the mat and pulled me on top of him, we began to sixty nine
each other. It was like we were one, this time it wasn't just me working
his cock but that we were one being in some auto-fellatio fantasy. I then
pulled his face with my hamstrings and impaled his mouth on my cock. He
struggled for his freedom but I thought it was my turn to play
rough. Thinking back on it may be it wasn't a good idea to have my cock
almost bitten off by a bucking bronco. But I held still making sure it went
all the way down his throat, by the time I let up he had passed out.

I decided I was going to wake him up with my dick, so I spat on my pud and
aimed right at his hole. I pushed in when as I was half way in he woke up
and howled. Before he could push me off I hit his prostate. No one had ever
fucked him before and here I was long dicking one of my good pals. His cock
had regained its stiffness and now he was panting for more. I placed his
legs over my shoulders and went for broke; I would slap his dick on his
stomach then gently massage it in upward strokes. I didn't want him to cum
so I would build him up staring into his eyes as he pleaded for
release. How the roles had changed a few minutes ago he was having his way
with me, now I was turning him into the bitch he thought others should
be. I pinched his nipples waking him from that blank stare but he would
just tighten his hole around my cock. I tried bending over to kiss him but
he turned his head sideways, so I began biting his ear working my way down
to his neck and pecs. When I bit his right tit I felt wetness on my abs, I
looked down and there he was leaking on me. He was gushing precum like a
geyser. "You like when I play with your big tits? Do you know these are
prettier than any girls that I've ever seen, make them dance for me."

He began to make his pecs jump, alternating left and right. I pulled his
nubs making his eyes roll to the back of his head. My cock was hitting a
nerve, turning him into a little cum whore. He looked so embarrassed when I
kept thrashing about at his man tits; I wanted to make him feel like a
silly little girl. We were fucking like a pair of jackrabbits; I suckled
his nipples hoping that if I hummed on them may be milk would come out. I
was simply lost in the moment; I didn't want to come down from this high. I
looked at his glowing face and went down for another attempt for a kiss but
he wasn't having any of it. "Look I don't kiss guys that's just too gay," I
couldn't believe he was saying that, here I was stuffing my cock in his ass
and playing with his tits and that was the line he didn't want to
cross. With a sense of determination I fucked him even harder, making his
thighs tremble from the shear force of my humps. I grabbed him by the hair
and looked him dead in the eyes, he tried looking away feeling awkward from
the whole situation but I wouldn't let him. I leaned down and touched my
lips to his. He tightened his lips but I tried prying them open with my
tongue, he couldn't resist by me fucking his ass it caused him to relent,
having to make his uuuhhs and awes vocal. We began to French kiss his guard
was finally down, he had succumbed to me. We began to battle for supremacy
with our tongues darting in each others mouths.

I put one hand behind his back and with the other I cradled his face, we
were kissing until our lips were sore from friction. He bit my lower lip
until a little blood dribbled, then he would snake his tongue into my
mouth. I regained my composure and started humping him with all my
might. Before I could even realize what was happening, Chris had jolted his
head back and cum was shooting past his eyebrows. He was cumming from the
friction my abs moving up and down his cock and being fully impaled on my
rocket. His face looked like he had just been his with a banana cream
pie. I licked some of it and fed it to him with my tongue. He whispered in
my ear "thank you thank you" I'm pretty sure he was just delirious from the
intense fucking I just gave him. When he licked my ear that was all I
needed to get off, I shot five volleys of cum deep in that tight ass. This
orgasm was more intense than the one I shared with Ian, it seemed primal
like He-Man the Barbarian Conqueror.

I lay on top of Chris as his hole would slowly loosen then tighten around
my dick; it was as if he was milking me dry. He pulled my face to his and
began to tongue fuck me once more. We rested there in the afterglow, our
hearts were still racing, and our breaths were heavy and short. "You know
that was the best orgasm of my life," Chris told me. Surprisingly I
believed him; it was like we were really in sync with one another. I
reached down to feel his dick and it was still hard. "I hope you're ready
for round two."

To be continued...

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