The day started as usual with me running errands and such, as I do in my days off. In the evening I met my friend at the gym and worked out as usual, we had a bite to eat afterwards and went to a local bar for some drinks and dancing. Getting home around 1:30 in the morning, my friend and I continued talking and I was showing him some music I had downloaded and he wanted to listen to.
Suddenly my doorbell rang. Since I don't normally get visitors at such time, I thought it might be someone lost asking for directions or requesting help for a broken car or something, but to my surprise it was my neighbour Jamie. He lives a couple of houses down, I've known him and his family for few months and they all know I'm gay.
At the age of 25, Jamie is what most of us gays would refer to as SUPERHOT. 6 ft tall, 200 well developed pounds, and a scruffy look that makes him look masculine yet innocent, he is without a doubt a total package! Fortunately, I myself is not bad to the eyes either, at 27, 5 ft 11 in tall, 180 pounds, 30" waist, dark hair and eyes accompanies with a killer smile and friendly personality. In fact, most guys find me very handsome and hot =P
Jamie apologised for the intrusion and told me that he had lost my number, since he had just moved from his parent's house. I could tell he was drunk, but proceeded to give him my number, he gave me his new number and left. After sharing with my friend upstairs about the strange incident, we said our goodbyes and he left.
A few minutes later my mobile rang. It was Jamie. He told me he was very sorry for showing up unannounced and wanted to apologise in person, I told him it was fine and not needed. We hung up and just as I was about to turn off the lights and get ready for bed, the doorbell rang again.
When I got to the door, Jamie was standing there. His dress shirt was open, showing much of his hard, hairy chest. His hair was kinda messy, but it only made him look more sexy. I invited him in but before I managed to say another word, he started to apologise, then went on telling me he had a few drinks after work and had gotten very horny (as he had a very coy smile on his face). I was taken back from hearing this kid talked like that to me, I really was not expecting it, but with him being drunk, I did not know what to expect.
I thought it was the alcohol talking because he kept talking about being horny and told me he had been thinking about me, and could not stop doing so. Then I was stunned when he proceeded to show me his impressive bulge, which his hard dick was tenting in his cords. He rubbed it a couple of times and took my hand and placed it over it. It felt hot, very long and most of all... very thick. By then I could not hear a word he was saying, since I was so shocked that this straight kid was in my house doing such a thing, but all of the sudden, my brain kicked back to the reality of him talking when I heard him say, "Please, at least put it in your mouth."
He pulled the zipper down and revealed a very angry, wet, and veiny 8 inches thick cut cock that was leaking like crazy. I was transfixed, while he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down until my face was at eye level with his monster cock. By then I was too hot to think, and as a cock lover's first instinct, my mouth opened up and my tongue stuck out, touching the burning, spewing tip of his dick. After savouring his gift, I inserted about four inches of it in my mouth, running my tongue on the underside of his veiny shaft and enjoying the sensation. He let out a loud moan and shoved the rest of his 8 fat inches down my throat, which I accepted without choking.
He kept rambling about how great it felt, but I was totally concentrated on this tube steak in front of me. With every movement of his dick in and out of my mouth I felt the ridges of his veins on the hardness of his dick. His pants were down to his ankles, and free from its containment were his huge, clean, hairy, hanging balls, which slapped on my chin with every thrust in.
His moans became louder as he grabbed my head firmly to plunge deeper in my throat. I had no choice but to grab around with one hand and hold on to his hairy ass, the other hand went to hold on his balls to keep balance. He kept attacking my throat for what seemed hours, but it was only about 15 minutes. The whole time I could taste his natural lubricant that his big balls were producing, but towards the end I could feel his rigid member becoming more solid, bigger and producing more juice. I could tell he was close, but not sure how close.
Out of sudden, he grabbed my head harder and plunged in, with a big "Aaahhhhhhhhgg!" I felt him flooding my throat. Pushing him a bit, I got his dick from being lodged in my throat to my mouth, and tasted what seem gallons. Jet after jet of sweet straight man juice which I gulped greedily. At the same time I felt my unattended 7 incher shot its big load between his spread feet.
Still shocked by what had just happened, he pulled me back on my feet and planted a big wet kiss on my lips while savouring his own cream in my mouth. Then calmly and relieved he whispered, "Call me."
He put his pants back on and zipped them, went out the door leaving me in shock and with cum still dripping from my dick head. I guess I'll have to call him =P