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My Dreams Had Come True

by Damn Sexy Bugger


He was my closest friend. I was the one that looked after him when he was too drunk, which tended to be every Friday night. I would pull from the path of oncoming traffic and help him if he was ever in trouble. He isn’t exactly gorgeous, but there’s something about him that drives me crazy. He has this cute little face and a small beer belly--which you just want to rest your head on and fall asleep. Anyway, the night in question we had just returned from the usual Friday night out and he was sharing my room, with the other four of us in the larger spare room. He had to sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed as this was the only space there was. I switched so that I was sleeping with my head at the foot of my bed, if you get me, so that we could discuss the night’s happenings and hilarity. We were both fairly drunk and as I got undressed his eyes kept on wandering down to my boxers, because I did not realise that the buttons on them were undone, and you could see a small amount of pubic hair and penis through the gap. So we got into bed and lay there talking about the previous 6 hours, laughing at the fat barmaid in the pub and how crap people were at pool etc. He was lying there with his hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling when he sniffed his arm pits and complained of smelling. He wanted to borrow some of my aftershave to mask the spell, but since it was expensive I said no. He grumbled and told me to smell it for myself. I did but couldn’t smell anything at all. He protested and wouldn’t shut up. I reached out and tapped him on the chest, telling him to shut up. I left my hand there a little longer than I should have and as I pulled it back, I stroked his arm pits. I commented on the fact that he had brown hair there, and told him that mine was black. He then said that his pubes were black. I nodded in agreement. He then slightly pulled the waist of his boxers down and showed me his black pubes. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, but when he did this I reached down and stroked his pubes. He muttered something about wanting to do this for ages and I continued reaching until I felt his flaccid penis. I grasped his balls and gently squeezed. His cock was slowly rising and getting bigger until it was tenting his boxers. He stood up and pulled them down to reveal his cock to me. It was as he had said earlier that evening just shorter than mine, and stood a proud 6.5 inches towards me. I grabbed it and began to slowly jack him off. I was amazed at how beautiful his cock was and was drawn toward it. I pulled him towards me and put him in my mouth and gently began to suck and nibble his cock whilst my hands played with his balls. He pulled the covers of my bed back and started playing with my prick. It too became aroused quickly and he wanked me off as I sucked him. His face started to go red and with a low moan he came in my mouth. I was close to coming, but I told him to stop and to lie over the bed. He agreed and lie down on the bed. I slowly leaned forward until the swollen head of my cock was at the entrance to his ass. I slowly nudged it forward until the head was completely in. I then began to slowly thrust forward until it was all in . This made him hard again and he started to wank as I fucked him up the ass. I started moving in and out at a faster rate and my buttocks made a slapping sound as they hit his ass each time. I reached my climax and with a grunt I ejaculated into him. At the same time he came all over his chest. I pulled out of him and he began to lick my cock clean of my sperm. I did the same and licked his cock and chest clean. Then we just lay there in bed together, holding each other and I gently stroked his balls. He started to get aroused, but then that’s another story. If you liked that and want to send any comments, then send em to Damn_Sexy_Bugger@hotmail.com


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My Dreams Had Come True

He was my closest friend. I was the one that looked after him when he was too drunk, which tended to be every Friday night. I would pull from the path of oncoming traffic and help him if he was ever in trouble. He isn’t exactly gorgeous, but there’s something about him that drives me crazy. He has this cute little face and a small beer belly--which you just want to rest your head

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