Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2023 03:37:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Winner - Chapter One This is a fictional tale of sexual relationship between a young man and a teenage boy. You must be eighteen to read this story. If it is against the law where you are to read stories like this you are kindly requested to leave and not read this story. It is only a fictional story for your reading pleasure and not for distribution to any other site or resource. While some of the geographic names and place may be real, none of the names or characters are real or based on anyone real. No one was actually hurt or killed in preparing this story. I appreciate any comments or feedback, good or bad. Send to tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. I try to reply to as many as possible. I have had some very pleasant interactions with some of my readers so please do not hesitate to write. If you enjoy my story, you can do an Author Search on my name ("Jonathan Perkins") to find some of my other stories posted here. The Winner by Jonathan Perkins Copyright 2022 All Rights Reserved Remember to donate to Nifty to keep these stories available for all our enjoyment. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Winner Chapter One James Peterson came home at the end of the workday to his luxury penthouse, tired, horny and pissed off at the world. But most of all horny. He was looking forward to giving his submissive live in lover a good hard ass fucking to take out his frustrations of the day. But Derrick, his lover, was not home yet. Derrick worked construction and often had to work overtime. This just made James more pissed off. He poured himself a drink and put on some music, sitting in the living area and trying to relax. Two hours later, Derrick arrived. "It's about fucking time you got home. I've been waiting two hours to fuck your tight ass!" James screamed. "Get your clothes off and get over here on your hands and knees." "You're going to have to wait a lot longer. I'm packing my things and leaving. I'm tired of you taking out your anger on my hole." Derrick said over his shoulder as headed for the bedroom. "Stupidly I thought at some point we'd develop a relationship rather then me just being your fucking cumdump." "That's all you've ever been and all you'll ever be. A tight hole on a fucking moron whose only usefulness in life is to be my sperm depository. Good riddance to you," I yelled back at him. I was so horned up, wanting to use him like I always did. Hard, rough sex, grabbing his hips and pounding my cock into him hard and fast until I shot my load. Them pull out and push him aside, not knowing or caring if he came too. I was so pissed off I didn't even wait for him to leave. I didn't worry about him stealing anything from me as I kept my apartment very utilitarian without much of value lying around. I headed down to the gay bar a couple of blocks away to get a drink or two, or three or . . . It was early so it wasn't very crowded. In the back of my mind I was hoping I might find a suitable ass to poke but the pickings were slim. I resigned myself to just get drunk before I headed home. My selfishness in sex goes back to my upbringing. My father is a high power corporate lawyer. His philosophy is to win at all cost in everything you do. He isn't fighting for his client in the courtroom, he's fighting to be the winner. Every case is personal for him. He instilled that same philosophy of life in me at a young age. If I brought home a test paper that was a 95, or an A, he would rip it up and throw it in the trash. 'Do you know who gets less than a 100? A loser that's who. A winner gets a 100 on every test, A+ or you've lost to your classmates." So everything became about me, winning was everything, less than 1st place made me a loser. It made him rich and successful. It made me a miserable bastard just like him. I breezed through college spending most of my time studying with no social life to speak of. I graduated top of my class and my father's only comment was "I didn't expect anything less from a winner." As close to a compliment as I ever got from him. I got into the world of finance and began buying and selling companies that were in trouble or under performing. If I could straighten them out, no matter how much I had to cut the company to the bone, I'd do it as long as I made a profit. If it looked impossible, I'd break up the company and sell the pieces to make my money. I didn't care how many people I put out of work or how many lives I ruined or dreams I shattered. They were just numbers on a spreadsheet. Highlight a few lines of employees and hit delete, and viola, jobs would disappear and I'd make money. My sex life was the same way. I didn't date or even hook up with women, not because I didn't like them but they were always looking for more than e just me filling their pussy with my meat and my spunk. Casual hook ups with men were different. You could fuck them, get off, climb off and send them on their way and they were grateful for finding a top in this sleazy world of city gay sex. I was on my third drink when a young guy came in the bar and sat down a few seats away from me. I glanced over at him and wondered what the hell he was doing in here. He looked to be about sixteen if that, smooth complexion and blond hair. He sat there like a scared rabbit, looking from side to side but not making eye contact with any one. He was wringing his hands and starting to break out in a sweat. I chuckled to myself as his behavior. I'm not into underage twinks so I had no sexual interest in him, just a lingering curiosity. Undoubtedly his first time in a gay bar, or any bar. The bartender approached him and told him he couldn't be in here as he was too young. The young man pulled out an ID and showed it to the bartender. After looking at it, front and back, he asked the boy what he wanted to drink. He thought for a minute and ordered a beer. The bartender and I both knew the ID had to be a fake, but the boy got his beer. He took a few swigs then looked over at me and nodded his head, as if to finally say hello. Two men walked into the bar, not your typical gay bar clientele from the looks of them. They were looking around like they were searching for someone. When the boy saw them, he panicked and grabbed his beer and moved down to the stool next to me. "Er, hi, my name is Glen," he stuttered quietly. Having my usual sense of compassion, I responded, "So what the fuck is that to me?" "Just trying to be friendly, that's all," as he looked over his shoulder at the two men, then quickly looked away before they saw his face. "Well I ain't the friendly type so just keep your comments to yourself," I growled back to him. He gulped what he had left in his glass of beer as the two men approached the boy. "Hey, buddy, we've been looking for you. We need to talk," one of them said as he laid a hand on Glen's shoulder. I don't know what came over me, but I looked the man straight in the eye, and snarled at him, "Get your own fucking date. He's with me!" and pushed his hand off of Glen's shoulder. "You ready for another beer, kid?" The man who spoke started to come at me but when I stood up I was at least a head taller than he was. The other man pulled his friend back and told him they settle things another time. They walked towards the door, looking back at us before they left. "Thanks, mister, maybe I should buy you a beer," Glen said as he let out the breath he had been holding in. "I don't drink beer, strictly Scotch." "Damn, I couldn't afford that, I only got enough for a couple of beers," he said as he hung his head. I yelled to the bartender to bring us a round of drinks, beer for Glen and Scotch for me. "This round is on me. Were those guys friends of yours?" I asked him point blank. "Did they look like friends?" he replied sarcastically. "Don't get smart mouthed with me of I'll drag your skinny little ass outside and give you up to them." "I'm sorry. I really am grateful you saved my skinny little ass. I owe a guy some money and they are trying to collect." "Why not just pay them and get them off your back?" "I can't. My father took the money I had for them. No matter where I hide my money at home, the asshole finds it and spends it on booze and broads. He always expects me to bring money home for him. He told me to go sell my ass on the streets to get some more money. He said with my looks and build I could earn several hundred dollars a night as a male hooker." "He sounds like a real piece of work. So how is that working out for you?" I smirked. "I went out to try it but the first guy who offered me money to suck his cock was a disgusting filthy slob. The kind you wouldn't even sit next to on the subway, let along put his cock in my mouth. Ramone, the local drug dealer saw what I was doing and chased the guy away when he tried to force himself on me. Ramone wanted me to be part of his crew selling drugs. I told him I wasn't into that. He told me I'd only be selling weed and could make more money with less chance of getting fucked up with some pissed of 'john'. He gave me some weed and told me where and how to sell it. I was to bring him five hundred dollars in a week and then I'd get more. I sold it all and had the money but my father found it and took it. Now Ramone's men are after me. I'm so scared, I don't know what to do. I saw Ramone stab a guy once who was skimming a few bucks off him. For five hundred I'm sure he'd kill me." "It sucks, but when you get involved with those kind of people, you take your chances," I told him unsympathetically. "I know. It was stupid of me," as he hung his head again. I finished my drink and decided it was time to go home and go to bed. I'd just have to jerk off tonight and try and find someone to fuck tomorrow. I got up to go and Glen stood up next to me. "Can I walk out with you in case they are outside waiting for me?" he pleaded. "I suppose. I only live a few blocks from here so you can walk that far with me but then you're on your own." "Thanks." We went out the door and there were two men sitting in a car across the street. It was dark so I couldn't tell if it was the same two men but I assumed it was. Without thinking, I put my arm around his shoulder to keep up the 'date' ruse I had started in the bar. Glen just looked up at me with a quizzical look. "Just keeping up the charade that you're my date," I said as I looked straight ahead and kept walking. I heard the car start and it made a U-turn in the street then stopped at the curb. When we crossed into the second block, the car moved up, still keeping it's distance. We got to my building and I turned to go in the door. Looking down the street, the car was still waiting at the curb. Glen saw it as well. "Can I please come in with you? If you leave me out here, they'll pick me up in a heart beat," he pleaded almost whining. "Look, I helped out twice tonight. I got to go in and get some sleep so I can go to work in the morning." "Oh please, let me come in with you. I owe you big time already and if you let me come with you, I'll do anything you want. Please." I had just enough to drink to loose my sense of good judgement. I looked at him with his blond hair, cute face and slim body, thinking that maybe I'd fuck this twink. "Anything, huh?" I said with a sly grin. He looked back over his shoulder as the car started to slowly move up the block. "Yes, anything. Please, hurry," he implored me. I opened the door and lead him towards the elevator. We got up to my floor and went into my apartment. I turned on the TV for him to watch. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to take a shower." I came out of the shower naked and told him to follow me into the bedroom. "Get undressed. We're going to find out if you could have made it as a street hustler," pulling off his clothes. He didn't fight me but was frozen to the floor. He closed his eyes as I got him naked and ran my hands over his smooth hairless body. "Before we go any further, just how old are you?" I asked. "I'm twenty two, just like my ID says," he claimed. "Don't lie to me, you little shithead. You and I both know that ID is a fake. Tell me your real age or I'll throw you out on the street naked and let those two guys have their way with you," I growled. "I'm sixteen," he offered softly, "last month. Please don't throw me outside. I'm sure Ramone will kill me." "As long as you're telling me the truth, we're good." My cock was hard and leaking. I pulled him to the bed and put his head between my legs. I'm not one for foreplay or kissing or any of that shit. Suck my cock and bend over and let me get off. Period. "Now get your mouth on my cock where it belongs and that will replay me for the first time I saved your ass." He sniffed my cock and then licked the precum. He was hesitant to take it in his mouth but I pulled his head down so he had no choice. I let him get used to my 7" cock partway in his mouth before I slammed his head down so the whole thing went down his throat. He was gagging and coughing so I let him up before he puked. "Now, take it back in and work it with your tongue," I advised him. "And watch the teeth!" "Sorry. This is my first time doing this." I believe it was. He was having a hard time working his tongue and moving up and down at the same time. Every third or fourth time he went down, he would gag and pull back up quickly. I ran my hands over his back and grabbed his ass cheeks. His body did have the feel of the last woman I fucked, smooth, tender and almost delicate. He wasn't getting any better at sucking my boner so I pulled him off and told him to get on his hands and knees. "I'm not sure that is a good idea. I really don't want to be fucked in my ass," he complained. "Your choice. Take it like a man, or go out in the street and take what they have to give you." "Ok, but please be gentle. This is my first time doing this too," he warned me. "I'll be as gentle as I know how." Which wasn't a lie. I didn't know how to be gentle. I spit on my fingers and rubbed it on his hole. He squirmed and moaned a little at my touch. I spit some more on my finders and inserted one inside him. He tensed up and yelped before relaxing. "Wow, getting fucked isn't as bad as I thought it would be," he said with this face into the bed. "That's just my finger, you moron," as I spit some more and wet my cock. I lined it up with his hole and pushed in with one hard fast thrust. He screamed in agony and tried to scoot away from me but I held his hips tight. "That's the real thing. Now relax and enjoy it. Or not. Again, your choice," as I slammed into him repeatedly. Did I feel bad for him? Did I take it easy on his virgin hole? No way! My objective here was to reach a climax and empty my balls into him. His trashing and bucking trying to get away from me only heightened my pleasure. It didn't take me long before I was unloading and had reached my objective. An orgasm. I stayed inside him, my cock twitching and throbbing but still hard. "Didn't that feel good," I asked knowing it didn't. "It felt like someone shoved a hot poker up my ass. It hurt like hell and it still does. Take it out!" he demanded. "It will feel better the next time," I assured him with a laugh. "The next time?" he yelled. "What next time?" "Right now," as I pumped my still stiff cock deep into him again, going for seconds. Glen gripped the bed sheet with his fists and whimpered into the mattress. Naturally the second time took longer and although he wasn't exactly enjoying being fucked, he had calmed down considerably despite the ongoing pain. After I shot my load into him again, I pulled out. "Now get out of here. I've got to get to sleep," I ordered him. "Where do I sleep?" "Those guys should be gone by now so you can get dressed and leave," I told him. He got up off the bed and went and looked out the front window. "That car is still down there. Can I sleep here tonight?" he pleaded. "Sleep on the couch, but sleep on your stomach so your ass doesn't leak my cum on my couch." I woke up the next morning to find him still sleeping on my couch. At least he stayed on his stomach so he didn't leak on my couch. I went to the kitchen and made myself a coffee. I walked past him on my way back to the bedroom and stopped to look at his smooth bubble butt. Sipping my coffee and thinking back to last night, my cock rose to attention. I looked down and smiled at my stiff cock and then at his ass, just lying there waiting for me. He stayed over night in my apartment so he did owe me once more. I took my coffee to my bedroom, put it on my night table and got my tube of lube. I slathered my cock with it, stroking it a few time to get it good and hard then went back to the awaiting hole sleeping on my couch. I didn't bother putting any lube on his ass, figuring my cock would lube it on its way in. I climbed on the couch and straddled his legs. He started to move under me, waking up. . "Hey, what the hell?" he said as he tried to get up. I pushed him back down and lay on top of him, bringing my slippery boner to his ass crack. "Just collecting my rent for using my couch for the night," I told him. I reached between us and guided my cock to his hole, bearing down on him and forcing my way in. "Fuck, my ass is too sore for this again!" he cried out in agony. "Nonsense, it just needs to be stretched out again to keep in practice." "I don't need any more practice. Pleas stop!" he begged me. "I looked out the window and that car is still there. Would you rather go deal with them or me?" I threatened him. "Fine, go ahead. But this is the last time." I wasn't so horned up desperate as I was last night so I decided to slow fuck him and make it last. Despite being ravaged last night, he was still tight as a virgin. After several minutes he began to relax. His hole loosened and he started to move his hips up and down. Then a low moaning sound coming from his mouth as it was pressed into the couch. He moved his arms forward and pushed against the arm of the couch to force his ass back against me. This little twink was actually beginning to enjoy my cock pumping his ass. His enjoyment was making me more aroused so I pumped faster and harder. It wasn't long before I felt my cum getting loaded into place to be shot up his intestines. One last hard thrust and I deposited spurt after spurt of morning cum in his hole where it belonged. I also felt his sphincter spasm around my cock. Did he just do what I think he did? I pulled off him and stood up. He just stays still, panting and trying to catch his breath. I saw his sum dripping off the side of my couch cushion and it confirmed my suspicion that he had cum as well as me. "Clean up your mess and make sure it doesn't stain my couch," I ordered him. "Then get dressed and get the hell out of here." I went to take my shower and before I was finished Glen was standing outside the shower curtain. "Can I clean up before I go?" he asked timidly. I would have invited him in with me but I didn't want to be late for work. I had a big merger deal I was working on and I had to make sure it sent smoothly. "Ok, clean up, but then it's out the door. Got it?" "Of course. Thank you for everything." I called for my ride ad went downstairs to wait. Across the street was the car that had followed us. The two guys were slumped down, fast asleep. The may be loyal flunkies for Ramone but they sure weren't too bright, falling asleep on a stake out. Just as my car pulled up, a cop car was coming down the street and stopped for me to cross the street to get to my ride. I went up to the window and told the cop that car had been parked there all night and I didn't know if the two guys in it were dead or just passed out drunk. He put on his blue lights and pulled up next to the car. I smiled as we drove off leaving the cop to interrogate the two goons. The merger went off without a hitch. I made a ten- percent commission on a $5 million dollar deal. A good day, if I say so myself. I got back to my apartment and the car was out front of the building again but with two different guys in it. I suspected I'd find Glen still in my apartment hiding out. I got to my door and opened it and sure enough, Glen was sitting on the edge of my couch, wringing his hands like he had done at the bar the other night. I was about to speak when he jumped up and came running over to me. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't leave. They've been sitting out there all day. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm totally screwed," he spoke rapidly then broke down and cried. "How much money did you say you owed this guy Ramone?" "Five hundred dollars. I know if I don't pay him, he'll stab me and kill me," he wailed. "We're going to put an end to this once and for all," I growled. I went downstairs and knocked on the car window. "You stooges go find Ramone and tell him if he wants his money to be in the alley next to the bar down the road in one hour. Got it? Not 55 minutes, not 65 minutes, one fucking hour." I marched back to my building and went up stairs. "We're meeting Ramone in an hour and straighten this out." "What the hell do you mean? There is no way to straighten this out. Are you giving me up to him?" Glen panicked. "I'm not going to do that. I'm a prick but I'm not about to see you get hurt. Well, other than your ass," I laughed. I went to my bedroom wall safe and took out five one hundred-dollar bills and my gun. I took Glenn and we were in the alley when Ramone showed up, right on time. "So, my little crook has finally come to get what's coming to him," Ramone said with a swagger. "No, your getting paid so you can leave him alone," as I handed Ramone the money. "I better not catch you or your goons near him again." "There is only five hundred dollars here, you forgot the interest my naïve friend," he waved the money in his hand. I pulled out my gun and shoved it under his chin. "The only interest you getting from me if my interest in you if you come around again. And I guarantee you won't like my kind of interest," I spoke softly but forcefully. I've dealt with bullies before and I knew how to handle him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his bodyguard reach to pull his gun from under his jacket. "Don't be stupid," I yelled at him. He pulled his hand back and I looked back to Ramone. "You don't' be stupid either. Take the money and move on." When I had looked back to Ramone, his bodyguard went for his gun again. I pulled my pistol from under Ramone's chin and shot the bodyguard once in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. A Colt Python loaded with hollow point ammo will do that to a person. "Are you going to be stupid too or are we finished here?" I asked Ramone. He looked at his dead friend and back at me. There was terror in his eyes as he just shook his head 'yes' and ran out of the alley and to his car. The tires squealed as he drove away. Glen was frozen in place. There was a wet spot in his crotch, growing bigger every minute. The poor kid pissed himself. "You killed that guy! What the hell?" Glenn sputtered to get the words out. "It was him or me and I wasn't particularly in the mood to die today. Maybe tomorrow but not today," I laughed. "Now what do we do?" he asked nervously. "We get the fuck out of here. You don't have to worry about them anymore so you can go anywhere you want. I'm going home," as I turned to walk away. "But what about him?" Glenn asked pointing to the dead bodyguard. "We're going to do the same thing that Ramone did, leave him here and clear out fast before the cops show up. I don't need to go through this again." I looked down at the wet spot in his pants that had gone all the way down his left leg. I know I should have just left and not asked him but I did anyway. "You want to come back up stairs and clean up?" looking at his piss soaked pants. "Holy fuck! I didn't even realize I did that. I'm not going to walk around like this so if I could come back with you and clean up I'd show my appreciation," he replied. Damn, this kid is really becoming a cock whore. Well, what better way to celebrate closing a big deal and getting rid of his problem? We got back up stairs and he stripped off his clothes. I threw them in the washer along with a few things of my own. We went to the kitchen, him totally naked, as I started to make some supper for both of us. "I'm going to repay you the money, I promise," he assured me. "How, you don't have a job, you can't sell drugs for Ramone and with your luck you'll get caught if you try to steal something," I reasoned. "How about this. I'll stay here with you for the next five days, and for a hundred dollars a day you can use me any way you want and as often as you want?" he proposed. "So you get to stay here with free room and board for a quick roll in the bed for a hundred dollars a day?" I questioned him. "Okay, how about ten days? Same ground rules. I'll even clean up around here and cook for you." He countered. This kid wasn't the normal type of guy I was attracted to. Hell, I wasn't really attracted to guys, just their mouth's and asses. I had already tried both of his and although his sucking needed worked, his ass was mighty fine. In ten days maybe his sucking skills would improve too. Derrick was gone so it would be nice to have a warm body around whenever the urge hits me. "Okay, but if you screw up once or I have to bail your ass out of trouble again, the deal is off." "You wont' be sorry," he stated as a fact. He came up to me and hugged me then grabbed my crotch. "I'll make sure you never regret making this deal." As we were eating supper, Glen was unusually quiet. He kept stealing glances my way but would turn away every time I caught him. "Something on your mind?" I asked finally. "When we were in the alley you said we should get out of there quick before the cops came. You didn't want to go through that again. Have you killed someone before?" he nervously asked. "Not really. Well sort of," I responded after a few minutes of silence. "How the hell can you 'sort of' kill someone?" he pressed on. "A few years ago I had gone to a gay bar looking for an ass to fuck, same as the other night. I didn't find anyone to my liking so I left. When I came outside a punk with a baseball bat started calling me a faggot and said he hated queers." I paused again, reliving the horror of that night. "He raised his bat and came at me. I had purchased a 22-caliber pistol a couple of months prior and always had it with me at night. I pulled the gun and told him to back off. He kept coming so I fired and shot him in the shoulder. He slumped to the ground and I turned and ran like hell. Later that night I dumped the gun in a storm drain five miles from the bar. Then I called my father." "Did he die?" Glen asked "No, he was only wounded. He was in the hospital and identified me from the surveillance tapes from the bar. It put me in the bar but no one had witnessed the shooting and couldn't place me outside. I was charged with assault. Two days later the guy died from an infection in his wound. The charges were up graded to murder. My father went ballistic on the District Attorney who filed the charges. No witnesses, no weapon, no motive, no evidence at all to substantiate the charges so the case was dropped and my record expunged. That's why I carry a Colt Python 357 magnum with hollow point ammo. If I going into a situation where I might have to shoot some, I want to make damn sure I win the gunfight and leave no one to testify against me." "Shit, you're a bad ass mother fucker!" Glen stated. "No, just the winner in what ever situation I find myself in." The laundry was finished and Glen got his clothes, folded them and put them on the end of the couch. "Not going to get dressed?" I asked him. "No use putting them on to take them off again in a little while," he reasoned. I like the way he thinks. We watched some TV and then went to my bedroom. "How do you want me?" he asked getting ready to be fucked for the second time today. I lay on the bed and spread my legs. "Just come up here and suck me off tonight. I'm tired and don't have the energy to fuck," I told him. I figured his ass must be sore so I'd give him a break. Wait! I'm giving him a break? That's not me. I don't care how my cumdumps feel or what they're thinking. They're just a warm hole for me to shoot my cum into. Oh well, I suppose a blowjob is still a warm hole to be filled. But it wasn't as good as I hoped. He really didn't have any experience in pleasing another guy. He put his mouth over my cock and actually began to blow on it. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked. "You said you wanted a blow job so that's what I'm doing," he answered me. "Quit horsing around and get down t business," I demanded. "Last night you wanted me to suck it and you stuck your cock in my mouth and fucked my face but you weren't pleased. Tonight you said you wanted a blowjob and you're still not happy. How can I make you happy?" he asked with such sincerity that I believed he actually thought there were two different kinds of oral sex. "You really don't know the difference?" "No, I told you I was new to all this," he explained. "Do you know how to jerk off a cock?" I asked losing my patience with the situation. "Of course I know how to do that. I do it all the time." "Then just jerk me off and tomorrow night will be Sex 101 and you'll learn all about the different ways you're going to get me off." I put my head back on my pillow as Glen took a hold of my stiff cock and worked it with his hand until I shot my cum all over his hands and my crotch. "Now go sleep on the couch," I snarled at him, frustrated at his lack of experience but satisfied enough to go to sleep. "Good night," he said quietly as he quickly went to the living room, knowing I wasn't real happy with his performance. Mid-morning the next day at work I received notice of the wire transfer into my bank account of my commission on the merger, just over a half of million dollars. I was riding high, not so much from the money, but the fact that I pulled off an almost impossible merger between two competing companies. I won again! I'm going to keep this new company on my radar for the day the two new partner's dislike for each other festers to the point of destroying the company. Then I can sweep in and pick the bones of a failing company clean and win again. By noon, I decided I was going to take the afternoon off and celebrate, something I never do. I went to the park and sat in the warm sun for an hour and just enjoyed the peace and quiet, watching others enjoying themselves. I left and stopped to buy a bottle of expensive Scotch and headed back to my apartment. Glen was busy cleaning my apartment, dusting, washing and straightening things. He was working naked. I slapped him on his ass and invited him to sit down and have a drink with me. I poured two glasses of Scotch and handed one to him. He took a sip and coughed and choked on it. "It's an acquired taste," I advised him as I took a big gulp. "I'm not a drinker, just an occasional beer," he replied. We spent the afternoon talking about nothing in particular and drinking. Rather, I was drinking. Glen was staying sober. After a couple hours of drinking and watching Glen move around the apartment naked, I was horned up and needed a release. Glen had gone to the kitchen sink to rinse out my glass and make it clean for my next drink. I stared at his ass as he was standing there and my urges got the best of me. I stood up and walked up behind him, unzipping my pants and pulling out my stiffening cock. I embraced him and started rubbing my cock up and down his ass crack. The more I rubbed, the stiffer it got. Glen was pushing back against me, signaling his arousal as well, or at the very least, his acquiescing to be fucked standing at the sink. I spit in my hand and rubbed my cock and his hole with my saliva. I pressed into him as he pushed back. Glen inhaled quickly and let out a little yelp as I broke through his outer defense. I pushed harder and was completely inside him. Glean pushed back, bent over and braced himself against the counter. We had only fucked a few times but he was already not only getting used to my cock, but enjoying being fucked almost as much as I was enjoying fucking him. I was rhythmically pumping him, enjoying the pleasure of the tightness of his hole. After a few minutes I realized I was going to last longer given my state of inebriation so I picked up the pace and started slamming into him. I grabbed his hips and thrust so hard my balls were banging into him so hard they began to hurt. The pain only heightened my arousal. I pushed my knees forward to put pressure on his legs to pull them together to tighten his cheeks around me and give me more surface to slap my balls against. The increase in sensation brought me over the edge as I poured my sperm into him. Exhausted I slumped onto his back and he hung his head and continued to brace himself against the counter. I finally pulled out and collapsed in my chair. Glen grabbed a dishtowel and wiped his ass and the cum leaking down his legs. I had some good Scotch, some good sex, now I want some good food before I got too drunk to cook. I defrosted some thick steaks and cooked them on the grill section of my commercial grade stove. I cooked one for myself and one for Glen. When I served them he mentioned there was no potato or vegetables to go along with the meat. "A $30 steak should be enough of a meal for any man," I informed him as I cut my steak. "If you don't want yours, you can out to McDonalds and get a Happy Meal." "No, I'm fine. It looks delicious," as he dug in. After we ate, Glen cleaned up and I had some more Scotch, too much more I'm afraid. I asked Glen why he was still naked and hadn't gotten dressed. "I only have the clothes I was wearing when I got here. I washed them and want to keep them clean in case I have to go out of the apartment. Would you rather I get dressed?" "No, you look fine just the way you are. Of course, you're making me horny for more sex," I told him. "That's what I'm here for," he said with a grin. I was getting drunker and hornier as the evening wore on. I told him to take a shower and meet me in the bedroom. I staggered to my bed and waited. He came in and asked how I wanted him. "Get on your hands and knees," I instructed him. I got the lube and smeared it on my cock and his ass. I missed his hole the first few times but eventually got it where I wanted it. I got on my knees behind him and tried to steady myself by holding his hips. I kept loosing my balance and when I fell to the side, I pulled him with me. After several attempts to steady myself, I gave up. "You're going to have to suck me off tonight," I admitted to Glen. I rolled on my back and spread my legs. "Do it right this time, no screwing around." "I'll do my best." "It better be better than your best!" I slurred my words. I closed my eyes and waited for Glen to get my cock in his mouth. He lowered down on me and scraped my shaft with his teeth. "Hey! Teeth, shithead!" I yelled at him. "Sorry," he replied quietly. He went back down on me but didn't close his mouth trying to avoid contact with his teeth again. He moved up and down but wasn't applying any real contact on my boner. "What the hell are you doing? Suck that thing in your mouth and get me off!" I yelled again. "I'm trying, but I don't want to scrape you again." "You can't suck me with your mouth open. Cover your teeth with your lips!" I demanded. I wish I had the energy to fuck his face like I did the other day. But all I could just lie there and have him suck me. If he ever gets it right. Glen continued to try and cover his teeth and close his mouth, still letting his lips move away every third or fourth stroke. "Damn it, you fucking amateur. Pay attention!" as I grabbed him and spun him around on the bed so his crotch was right in my face. "The first thing you do is grab the shaft and stroke it a few times to make sure its nice and stiff," as I stroked his semi hard cock bringing it to full hardness. "Then you lick the tip to get a taste of the precum. After you savored the taste, lick the shaft to get it good and wet so it will slide into your mouth without dragging the skin. As stiff as it may be, a man's cock is a very delicate thing. Lower your mouth all the way down and hold it there briefly before sliding back up, swirling your tongue as you go. If you're doing it right, you'll feel his cock twitch every now and then." Glen's cock twitched and got harder as I sucked on him. I was so drunk I had no idea I was actually sucking his cock and in my confused mind I thought I was just talking him through the steps to a good blowjob. "Yes, see, that's it. Then you pick up your speed and more suction on his cock when you withdraw it from your mouth, then back down on it with the tongue swirl. In no time at all you'll be getting a mouth full of cum and know that you're done your job." I was totally slurring my words, partially because of my inebriated state and partially because I had Glen's cock buried in my mouth. Just then Glen stiffened up and raised his hips as he shot his load in my mouth. I wasn't expecting it and most of it dribbled out the sides of my mouth. "See! Mission accomplished. Now that I've told you how to do it, let's see if you were paying attention. Suck my cock the right way," I demanded as I rolled on my back and then passed out before Glen could recover and even touch me. I was out cold for the rest of the night. I woke up the next morning with a killer hangover, not remembering much of what happened the night before. I sat up in bed and my head was pounding. My mouth felt like Lawrence of Arabia's herd of camels had marched through it. Oddly enough, it also tasted salty. I could understand that after taste if I had been drinking margaritas with salt on the glass but not from drinking Scotch. I needed a toothbrush, some aspirin and a glass of orange juice, and finally a cup of strong black coffee. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and passed a naked Glen in the hallway. "Good morning, sleepy head. Or should I say good head?" he laughed as he headed towards the kitchen. What the hell did he mean by that? I started to brush my teeth and stood in front of the vanity mirror, still in a stupor. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a mess. Something caught my attention though as I brushed my teeth, the toothbrush going in and out of my mouth. In and out, back and forth, all around my mouth . . . HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK HAD I DONE LAST NIGHT? DID I SUCK GLEN'S COCK?!?