Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2008 14:34:24 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART ONE

                   CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART ONE


     After the encounter with Chance, my relationship with Jeff changed. We
were still friends, but even though he'd wanted it, I'd managed to avoid
letting him suck me off. I did let him less than a week after that night,
but I couldn't really keep it up. He sucked on it any way, but it was no
use. It was swollen, but limp.

     "I don't know what the problem is," he kept saying. "You were rock
hard the other night when we were with Julie, but tonight it's big, but not
really hard. What do you think the problem is?"

     I could have told him, I think, but I said nothing.  Things had
changed. Our relationship was different now. It just wasn't the same as
before. We tried, but he was no longer content just to suck me off.  He
wanted more freedom now to do the things we'd done that night with
Chance. He wanted more out of me.

     He was right. Things had gone fine that night with Julie. It had been
like always. That is, up until she left the two of us in bed alone when she
went into the bathroom.

     Taking advantage of the situation, Jeff immediately started fondling
my dick, licking and then sucking off what he called the pussy juice left
on it.  It felt good for a while, my dick already hugely swollen and very
sensitive.

     I was a little reluctant, at first, but at least for a while, I was
enjoying it. Then, when he started playing with my butt and doing a lot of
other stuff, things changed rapidly.

     Since that night, I avoided being alone with him.  Then one night as
we were leaving the gym, I asked him if I could come back to his apartment
with him to pick up some hand weights I'd lent him months ago.  He said he
was going to stop by the bar first, suggesting I go with him.  I said no, I
needed to get home.  He gave me his key, telling me to go ahead and get
them.

     I went by his apartment, found the weights and was about to leave when
someone knocked at the door.  I figured it was Jeff, since I had his key,
but opening the door, I discovered it was not.  Both of us surprised to see
the other, Chance and I stared at each other, neither speaking at first.
Then Chance broke the silence.

     "Well," he exclaimed, a smile coming across his face.  "I didn't know
you were living here now.  I need to see Jeff about something."

     "Oh, yeah. Uh," I fumbled around saying. "Jeff isn't here. There's no
one here. I mean, no, I don't live here. I just got here."

      "Well, that's cool," he replied, extending his hand. "I'm glad to see
you. I wondered if I ever would again." I looked at him blankly, shaking
his hand.

     "Mind if I come in?" he asked, stepping inside. Then taking a small
plastic bag from his pocket, he said, "This is for Jeff. It's a little
something I'd promised him. If I can, I'd like to wait for him to come in."

     "Sure," I replied. "I was just leaving myself."

     "Oh?  Well, why don't you wait with me?" he suggested, sitting on the
arm of the sofa, his eyes moving over the bulge in my workout shorts.
"It's been a while since we were together that night.  I'd like to
. . . you know, spend some time together, again."  I took a deep breath,
sensing his intent.

     "Yeah, well, I think I know what you want, and to be honest with you,
the other night was a mistake I don't intend to make again," I replied. He
looked at me a moment, obviously surprised by my reaction.  I almost felt
sorry I'd been so blunt with him.  He looked kind of hurt.

      "Look," I went on, "I'm sorry to be rude or anything, but I think you
got the wrong idea about me that night. You know what I mean?"

      "Well . . .  yes, I think I do," he replied, sitting on the couch,
"but from what Jeff said, I thought the two of you had sex regularly. Was I
wrong?"  I could feel my face coloring with embarrassment.

      "Well, yes, in a way," I replied, clumsily. "But it's not sex." He
looked at me steadily, a grin coming into his face.

     "Look," I continued, "Jeff sucks me off sometimes, but that's all. I'd
never done any of the things I did with you before the other night.  That's
what I meant by a mistake." Chance began to smile, then turned his face to
the floor.

     "The fact is," I concluded, "Jeff and I don't do anything any more
because he's not satisfied with just that, but that's all I'm willing to
do. I guess that doesn't make any sense to you."

    "Oh, yes. Now I understand," he replied. "Well, that doesn't mean the
two of us can't be friends, does it?  I mean, what you want sounds
reasonable to me. Jeff must be crazy. I'd be happy to just suck you off
sometimes, the way you and Jeff used to do it." He paused, looking up at
me, waiting for a reaction. "What do you say? How about it?" he asked
softly. "We can start tonight, if you want to."

     "Oh, I don't know," I responded. "That might not be a good idea."

     "Think about it," he urged. "It might work out fine and, of course, no
one else need know anything about it.  It'd be just between us."

     I thought about it a moment. I was tempted. Then looking into his
eyes, I shrugged my shoulders, tentatively nodding my head in
agreement. Chance smiled and, picking up the plastic bag, began to roll a
joint, asking if Jeff had any beer in the fridge. "We'll drink to our
friendship," he suggested.

     I got us both a beer and sat on the couch with him as we drank.  He
lit the joint and passed it to me.  I took a quick drag, but purposely
didn't hold it in very long.  He watched, smiling. Then, taking one
himself, handed it back to me. This continued for some time as we got
comfortable on the sofa.

     We talked and laughed about a lot of different things. He took off his
jacket and shoes. I didn't have on much, other than my workout shorts and
sweatshirt, but I took of my shoes. Before long we were quite relaxed and
enjoying ourselves. I remember thinking he wasn't such a bad person after
all. This might be a good arrangement between us.

     At one point, I went out to the kitchen and, getting us both another
beer, stood in front of him with one in each hand.  Looking steadily at the
bulge sagging heavily in my shorts, he suddenly moved his hand up against
it, feeling it gently.  I froze, for a moment.

    "How long's it been since you've gotten off?" he asked. "Something in
here feels a little swollen and needing some attention."
     I pulled back from the sensation, smiling nervously as he felt it more
fully, working my dick in his hand as it swelled conspicuously. A little
surprised it was actually getting so hard that quickly, just from the touch
of his hand, I started to get more nervous, wondering if I'd made a mistake
to get this started again.

    "Oh, I don't know," I stammered.  "It's been a while, I guess."

    "Well, what do you say we do something about it?" I heard him ask,
feeling my shorts sliding down over my hips.

    "No, we better not. At least, not now," I replied. "Jeff might come in
and besides, I just came from the gym and haven't showered since working
out.  Some other time, maybe."

     Acting as if he didn't hear me, Chance stared at the stretched pouch
of my jock, running his fingers inside the elastic waist band and trying to
pull it down over my bulging meat as I resisted silently.

     "Oh, man," he exclaimed, taking a deep breath. "You don't have to
shower. That just the way I like it."

     Then, burying his face inside my pouch, he inhaled deeply, moaning
softly as his tongue moved over the base of my dick, probing inside my
tangled meat. I thought I was going to come unglued from the sensation.

     "Wait, wait," I exclaimed suddenly. "I don't think I can do this, at
least not this way.  It's too much to handle."

     Surprised, actually a little disappointed, I felt Chance stretch the
pouch of my jock up over my meat and, fitting it inside, leaned back
against the sofa.

     "You're right," he said quietly. "I got carried away. I really want to
suck you off, but when you're ready and wanting it too. Let's just sit and
talk, maybe smoke another joint and get to know each other better. Maybe
you could tell me how you and Jeff used to do it."

     "Well, there's really nothing much to tell.  I could usually tell when
he wanted to.  If I did too, we'd go somewhere private, I'd pull out my
dick and he'd suck it until I'd cum. That's about it.  We never even talked
about it. There was no reason to."

     "I see," Chance replied. "Sounds pretty simple to me.  It was sort of
a business transaction where each of you got what you wanted, but there was
no emotion involved.  Is that it?"  I hesitated, frowning.

     "I guess, at least until he started to mix a lot of other stuff into
it."

     He took a long drag on the joint, handing it to me. I did the same,
not really caring if I got off too much or not. We were silent for a while,
just drinking and smoking. I lost track of time.

     "Tell you what," he said at one point.  "Let me give it another try
. . .  that is, if you'd like to get off now."  He looked over at me, a
grin coming across his face. "I promise it'll be different this time."  I
thought about it a moment. I was tempted, or maybe it was the beer and pot
talking.

     "Okay with me," I finally replied, grinning back at him.

     At his suggestion, we picked up our stuff and took it into the spare
bedroom, just in case Jeff should come in later on.  I didn't have on much
at that point except a jock and sweatshirt.  He asked if I'd mind taking
them off and lying across the bed.
     I agreed, thinking he'd leave his clothes on.  Jeff always did.  But I
didn't say anything. In fact, we didn't speak at all from that time
on. Everything we did was done in silence, except for the guy's stereo next
door coming through the wall.

     I lay on my back crosswise on the bed as Chance went into the bathroom
and almost dozed off waiting for him to return. I didn't even realize he'd
come back until I felt the bed move as he sat down at the foot. At first,
he didn't touch me. I wondered why, what he was waiting for. I opened my
legs slightly.

     Then I remember feeling his cheek moving against my leg. It was dark,
but he seemed to be kissing the inside of my thighs lightly as he moved up
slowly toward my groin and pushed up under my balls.

     Kissing and gently licking their heavy fullness, breathing deeply as
he did, his warm breath actually cooled the trail of warm saliva left by
his tongue as he probed the tender crevices of my groin.

     Immediately responding to this, I could feel my dick, already
beginning to swell, lifting itself up out of my groin, swaying freely above
my stomach. I expected him at any moment to take it in his hand, or better
yet, slide his mouth down over it. But he didn't.

     Instead, I felt him nuzzle my heavy scrotum, licking and sucking
slightly on one and then the other of my balls, repeating the process as he
pushed up under their soft fullness, kissing and tonguing deep into my
groin, even at times between the cheeks of my butt.

     By then, my dick seemed hugely swollen, no longer swaying, but
standing hard and erect.  As he pulled his upper body up between my legs, I
felt his face push into thick pubic hair around its base, his warm breath
heating it as he inhaled its scent.

     Moaning faintly, he probed around with his tongue, all the while my
dick rubbing against his cheek and inside his neck.  Then, pulling back his
head, he looked down at my dick, its huge mushroom head inches from his
mouth. Bracing myself, I expect to feel his mouth slide over it, even going
so far as to lift it toward his mouth until it lightly touched his lips.

     He kissed it lightly on the tip, licking what appeared to be seepage
from its slit. Then moving his hand lightly up and down both sides of my
body, he returned his face to my groin, pushing his mouth against my lower
stomach, lightly kissing and closing his lips around its soft flesh until
my body jerked and trembled from the sensation.

      Resting his hands up on my pecs, he held my body still and, again
lifting his head over my rigid dick, he pushed his full lips against the
head of my dick, slowly allowing its incredibly sensitive mushroom to slide
almost painfully between them.

     At last I felt the moist warmth of his mouth slide very slowly down
over the head, sucking it against his tongue as it swirled over the head,
his whole mouth inching further down onto my dick as my body shook
uncontrollably.

      I'd forgotten how skillfully he'd done this the first night we
met. The sensation was exquisite, like nothing you could ever
describe. Gripping the sides of the bed to ease the incredible sexual
tension, I twisted the sheet in my hands, wanting badly to make him stop,
or at least ease up on the head, but at the same time not wanting to
interrupt the incredible sensations rapidly radiating out into my groin and
lower body. I moaned slightly, but it was all I could do to keep from
crying out.
     Sensing my distress, he eased the pressure of his mouth, but continued
to suck on my dick, taking as much of it as he could, even deep throating
it occasionally until I forced him to stop. He would, but then continue to
suck me with a kind of steady, fluid movement until I'd find it more and
more difficult to hold back my cum. But I tried anyway.

     Usually with Jeff, I didn't hold back at all. I'd cum the first time I
had the urge. But with this guy, no. I didn't want to, not yet. When the
urge to cum got too bad, I'd close my knees against his head. I remember
thinking I could get used to getting this on a regular basis.

     Apparently sharing my desire to prolong our pleasure, Chance relaxed
his mouth, but held my dick passively inside as he rested the top of his
forehead against my chest. Then, pushing his hands under my butt, at the
same time gently squeezing the cheeks, I thought I felt him stroking my
anus, but very lightly, the sensation at first jolting, but then
smoothing. Immediately I became concerned.

      He'd done this before. I remembered I rather liked it then, but I
also remembered the effect it had on him. This time I liked it perhaps even
more, certainly enough to let him keep it up for a while. It was a curious
feeling. I had trouble believing it could result from something so simple.

     Continuing to stroke my anus, he began to suck my dick once more,
essentially doubling the sensations I had to deal with.  In moments, my
dick became so hard the head actually ached. Showing little emotion, Chance
continued to suck my dick in long, firm strokes as he worked the tip of his
finger inside my ass, fingering it gently with short rapid pulses.

     In a short time, the pressure to cum in my balls and groin became
excruciating. My body twisted against his, almost gagging him with the
uncontrollable thrusts of my dick. I knew this time I had to release my
load.

     Arching my back, my dick thrust deep inside his mouth, I suddenly felt
a gripping feeling in my groin, followed immediately by a huge load
emptying in long spurts from my body into his mouth. Chance remained
silent, showing no emotion as, digging my fingers into his shoulders, I
felt his tongue tease yet a reluctant second load from the aching head of
my dick.

     In only moments, it was over. We lay naked for I don't know how long
on the bed. Chance had relaxed against my body almost as soon as I'd
cum. He'd dropped off to sleep, my dick still in his mouth. I know I also
slept for a while. I remember hearing the stereo through the wall when I
woke up. Eventually I shifted my body, pulling my dick from Chance's mouth,
and got up off the bed.

     I started to wake him up but, deciding to leave well enough alone, I
dressed in the dark and left for home. I forgot to take the hand weights
with me. The next morning when I saw Jeff at the College, that was the
first thing he said.

     "I thought you were going to come by and get your set of weights last
night.  I didn't get home until early this morning, but they were still
there."

     I never answered him one way or another.  I just gave him back his
key.  He never mentioned Chance, so I assumed he'd already left before Jeff
got home.  This was all fine with me.  I didn't want to have to go into it
with him anyway.

     I thought a lot about what had happened that night, but I still didn't
know how I feel about it.  I guess it had been just a one time thing.  I
didn't know how to get in touch with him, and Chance didn't know how to get
in touch with me, assuming neither of us would want to go through Jeff. So
I assumed that was that.  Probably just as well, anyway.


                                    rbrown001@cox.net
                                          Spring, 2008