Originally published in Mandate magazine - October, 1998
Straight Bro Resorts to Gay Mouth
Kenny and I used to party a
lot with one another, but I never thought that he was interested in
men--let alone me. I mean, he's dating my lesbian roommate's mother.
Kenny's tall, about six feet, two inches. His skin's the color of light
caramel and his body's hard and muscular from weight lifting. He's one
of the best-looking men I've ever laid my eyes on. Rosalee (my
roommate), Kenny and I are sitting around the kitchen table drinking gin
and tonic while playing Five Hundred Rummy. Kenny's just hanging around
until Rosalee's mom shows up. Kenny and Rosalee's mother have been going
out together for about seven months. She's already two hours late. We're
all feeling pretty tipsy.
"So what time was my mom supposed to pick you up?"
"She said somewhere around four o'clock. Hey, if she doesn't show up
it's no problem. I'm having fun just chilling out with you guys anyway,"
Kenny says with unbelievable confidence.
I throw my cards onto the table. "I'm out!" I yell with excitement.
Kenny and Rosalee look at me. "What!?" They scream in disbelief. Kenny
grabs for my cards while Rosalee tries to take them from Kenny.
"Damn, he had rummy alright!" Kenny exclaims as he looks at me and
"I'm going to make myself a victory drink. Would you both like one
also?" I say with playful attitude as I grab my empty glass.
"Yes, and make it a little stronger than last time," Kenny states.
"And make mine a little more stronger than Kenny's this time," Rosalee
adds with a joyful smile. I pick up everyone's glasses carefully and
walk over to the liquor cabinet. I turn my head around toward the
kitchen table and notice Kenny looking at my ass. He turns his head up
toward the window above the table like he's pondering something. Maybe
my ass? I continued fixing our drinks.
"Kenny, it's your turn to shuffle the cards," Rosalee says as she grabs
Kenny's arm and shakes him away from whatever he's day-dreaming about.
Kenny shakes his head into reality.
"No problem. I'm an expert at shuffling."
"I'm sure, among other things," I can't hold myself back from saying.
Kenny looks at me with disapproval and continues to shuffle the deck of
cards. I bring all of us our drinks, and then proceed to sit back down
at the table. Kenny turns to Rosalee.
"Your turn to cut the cards, Rosalee." Rosalee separates the deck and
puts it back together as one. Kenny deals the cards, and we look at
"Chuck, I don't think you're gonna win this hand. Mine looks pretty damn
good," Rosalee smarts off to me with a friendly demeanor. Kenny looks at
Rosalee with disgust.
"Well, hell, I don't even know why I'm playing cards with you two. I
have nothing in my hand this time either. What is this, some kind of
"Oh, Kenny, it doesn't matter what you start off with, what matters is
what you end up with," I say, grabbing Kenny's leg tightly under the
table. Kenny abruptly pushes my hand away without Rosalee noticing a
thing. We continue to play cards and drink for about an hour more,
although maybe I've had enough.
"I've had it. No more losing for me. Your mom's not showing up, and I
think I'm on the verge of being wasted," Kenny snarls as he lifts
himself up from the chair and walks over to the kitchen sink to put his
"Yeah, me too. Kenny could you help Chuck put the rest of the stuff up?"
Rosalee stretches her arms up into the air and stands up on the tip of
her toes. She walks toward the stairway and turns back around toward the
"Kenny, did you ever get to fix your window? You know that it's snowing
"Shit, I didn't. I thought that your mom was gonna pick me up so I
figured that I would try to fix it tomorrow. It said nothing about
snowing in the newspaper this morning."
"Well, I hate to tell you, but that was this morning," Rosalee says.
Then: "You can either sleep in Chuck's room or mine. It's up to you, but
I'm going to bed right now."
"I'll sleep in Chuck's room. You just go to bed." Rosalee continues up
the stairs and goes to bed. Kenny turns around and continues to help me
clean the kitchen.
"You don't mind if I sleep in your room tonight?" Kenny looks directly
into my eyes for an answer.
"No, but I figured with me being gay and all--I mean--I'm surprised that
you think you could trust me, alone in a room with you." Kenny turns
away from me.
"Oh, I trust you," Kenny says. "Although it's not always easy. You shake
your ass around this house so much, no one can help but to stare at it.
I'm going to take a shower and I'll see you in your room in about ten to
Kenny leaves the kitchen, walks upstairs to the restroom and begins to
take a shower. I finish cleaning the rest of the kitchen, turn the
lights off downstairs and proceed to my bedroom. I go to my closet to
find a loose shirt to put on and shorts. I pull my shirt off and put the
clean one on, unzip my jeans and throw them off into the open closet. I
slide my underwear off and put my shorts on. I light a few candles, turn
the television on and plop onto my bed.
Kenny gets out of the shower, dries himself off and puts his white
terrycloth robe on. He goes into the storage room and grabs a couple of
blankets and his pillow. He then walks over to my room and opens the
"Come on in, Kenny."
"Can I put my blankets down here?"
"No problem, put them anywhere you want." Kenny throws the blankets onto
"I forgot something. I'll be right back." Kenny comes back with his
tobacco, cigarette papers and cigarette roller. He looks at me and sits
on my bed where I am laying.
"I thought I would roll a couple of cigarettes while I was in your
room," he says smiling at me with some sort of strange look.
I smile back. He sits facing me. He spreads his legs open, to maintain
his balance on the side of the bed, which opens his white robe. The
opening exposes his right hairy testicle and lying beside his ball a
long, thick piece of black uncircumcised cock. I look down at his large
cock in shock. Does he know that it is showing? Does he want me to touch
it? Is he coming on to me?
You always read about this kind of shit, but I never in my wildest
dreams could have imagined this. I look back up at Kenny's face and he
is licking the side of his cigarette paper with his eyes closed. I look
back down at his soft, flaccid, puffy black cock. His pubic hair is
beautiful. It frames his big dick and balls with precision. His loose
balls are dragging against my bedspread with every move he makes. His
fat dick-head digging against his robe.
I want to suck his cock. I'm thinking, *Stop licking that cigarette
paper*. I look back up at him. His eyes are still closed as he continues
to lick the cigarette paper.
"Kenny, your dick is showing." Kenny opens his eyes and stops licking
the cigarette paper. He looks down between his thick thighs, spreads
them open even more.
"Do whatever you want to do to me."
I don't know what to say. I grab the terrycloth belt to the robe and
untie it. The robe falls open.
I'm finally able to see the best part of his sculptured torso. I'm so
nervous. I push my hands against his silky smooth chest to push him down
onto my bed. He pulls his robe off and continues the process of laying
his candle-lit body down.
I pull my shorts off, releasing my cock from confinement. My dick
wiggles from excitement, dripping pre-cum down into my red pubic hair. I
spread my legs and straddle his body, my hard white cock against his. I
love the feel of my opened thighs against his closed legs. My legs
spread tightly around his. I lean down and slowly lick his belly button
thoroughly. I then lick my way up from his belly button to between his
chest. I slide my tongue to his right nipple, licking it quickly,
blowing on it, then biting it softly. I slide my tongue over to his left
nipple and gently do the same thing. I lift my head up from his left
nipple and press my lips against his. I open my mouth to French kiss
him, but he refuses to open his mouth. I try to lick his mouth open with
the force of my darting tongue with no success. He continues to lie
there, not moving, just enjoying the ride to homosexuality.
I start pushing my fat cock against his. Rubbing it against his wiry
pubic hair and silky soft-skinned dick. His hard cock feels so good
against mine. I feel him begin to pump against me. We join our hardened
tools with loud smacks of sexuality. Kenny lifts his body up to meet
mine coming down. I want to cum with him so badly. I wanted to feel his
juice rubbing against my stomach. *Stop it*, I think to myself.
I kiss him once more on his closed fat lips and then let my tongue drift
down to his pulsating cock, leaving a trail of wetness. I suck his
dick-head into my mouth, releasing it quickly. I then wrap my tongue and
lips around his thick, fat, brown shaft and glide down to his
helium-filled balls. I let go of his shaft and stick my tongue below his
balls and lick the hairy space between his ass and fuzzy testicles. I
swallow each ball into my wet mouth, dripping saliva onto his legs. I
nibble on his hard padded left thigh, then right.
He squirms with enjoyment. I lick back up his ten-inch cock and begin
jerking his dick into my mouth. He pushes me to stop. He then grabs his
knees, while laying on his back, and pulls them towards his face. This
provides easier access to his balls and ass. I don't know if he wants me
to fuck him or what. I just continue to suck his cock, licking it and
taking in any and all scents that his beautiful body provides. I lift my
right hand up toward his ass and slowly stick my finger in it while I
continuously suck on his dick He moans and then does nothing. I began
fucking his ass with my middle finger. He pulls on his knees with more
strength, helping expose more of his ass for easier finger-fucking. I
start to suck his cock with more fury, holding it with my left hand and
swallowing his ten-inch manhood down to my tonsils. My right hand pushes
against his ass as my middle finger fucks him faster and harder.
"Oh, man, I think I'm gonna cum!" Kenny manages to let out. I sit up
while he lays his legs down and starts pumping his cock with all of his
might. I kneel up against him, this time my legs between him. I try to
get my cock as close to his as possible and I began to pull on my fat
dick hoping to cum all over his. I want to see my white jism all over
his hot black body. His body begins to tremble uncontrollably.
"Uhhh!" Kenny lets out quietly as his cock shoots milky, thick,
cum-juice onto my awaiting dick handle. I rub his cum all over my
protruding cock. The smell of his pungent dick-milk and the feel of my
hand rubbing his juices all over my cock and balls makes me shoot.
"Oh, Kenny!" I point my dick toward the side of the bed and squirt my
load onto the floor. Kenny gets up and wipes his cum onto his robe and
lies down on the floor. I get up off of the bed and open my closet door.
I get my dirty shirt out and rub it against my cock, trying to wipe off
any visible cum. I grab my cock and squeeze, hoping to release any
remaining dick juices. I put my shorts and shirt back on and lay back
onto my bed, facing the ceiling.
"Thanks for not cumming on me," Kenny says with appreciation. I blow out
the candles and turn the TV off. Kenny and I go to sleep.
The next day we both act like nothing happened. I'm still waiting for us
to get together again. Who knows--maybe you'll hear from me again.