Harris - New Millenium, New Me

I was a senior who turned 18 in September and lived in South Jersey. We all did Christmas at Grandma’s, and New Year’s Eve was the topic on everyone’s mind since it was bringing us into the new millennium. My cousin Robert said he was going to drive up to New York City for the ball drop and wild festivities that were expected. I not so casually asked my cousin if I could go with him and his friends, and he said it was cool with him as long as I chip in for gas.

My Dad, of course, chimed in, “Uh, shouldn’t you ask your mother?” My mom gave him a look that parents give each other when they don’t want to say what they are thinking, and then Dad added, “I mean, I’ll discuss it with your mother, and we’ll talk later.” I rolled my eyes, expecting it to be a hard ‘no,’ but they surprised me and told me I could go because my grades were so good.

My cousin and his friends rented a cheap hotel room three avenues and twelve blocks from Times Square because that was the best deal they could get. His friends didn’t seem to care; they were all certain they would get laid and didn’t need the room anyway. On the drive up, they kept swapping stories of conquests they’d had in college. Some of them sounded a bit too exaggerated even to be close to real, but I went along with it. When it was my turn to add a story to the pile, I only had one to add. My ex-girlfriend gave me a few blow jobs, all of which I blew my load too quickly to take any pride in the story, so I embellished on my performance when retelling it.

“Don’t worry, Nolan, tonight is going to be your lucky night,” my cousin said, looking at me in the rearview mirror, sandwiched between two of his friends in the back seat.

In the front seat was Toby, my cousin Robert’s best friend from High School. In the back with me were Ace and Harris, two of my Roberts friends from community college.

Harris is a big guy, at least 6’2”, probably 220 lbs of solid muscle, and he seemed about as nice as can be for a college bro. His stories were not as wild as any of the other guys. When he added a story, it sounded almost romantic, but he didn’t go into enough detail to really know what his type was. He was manspreading hard in the back seat with me, though. I had to keep my legs pinned together in the middle seat because he and Ace were unable to keep their legs on their side of the car for some reason, and I didn’t want them thinking I was gay or something by letting my legs rest against theirs.

When we got to the hotel, there were two queen beds and a couch. My cousin and Toby tossed their backpacks on the bed closest to the door. Harris put his on the other bed.

“I’ll take the couch,” I offered.

“No way, little man,” Ace said. “Harris is a roller and a horn dog. I woke up with him cuddling me and his morning wood poking at my back door the last time we shared a bed,” he laughed.

“Fuck you dude, I was drunk,” Harris tossed a pillow at him.

“Whatever, dude, I’m not taking any risks when we’re planning to get shitfaced tonight,” Ace grinned, tossing the pillow on the couch.

“Gentlemen,” my cousin demanded our attention as he pulled a gallon of vodka from his backpack. “Let’s get this party started!” He cracked the seal on the cap, and the guys cheered.

“Drink up, boys. There’s no alcohol allowed once we get into Times Square,” Ace said.

“Wait, what?” I had never heard this.

He chuckled, “Yeah, it’s one of the dumbest things, but we’ll sneak some in.”

I did the shot they gave me and cringed, “Ugh…how do you plan to do that?”

“Check it,” he held up a bottle of water, dumped it out, fully filled it with vodka, then pulled a new cap from a plastic bag and snapped it on. “See, the seal isn’t broken,” he handed it to me. “This way, they can check it, and they’ll let you in because they think it’s water,” he chuckled.

“Where did you get these?” I asked, holding up the bag of new bottle caps.

“I have an uncle who works at a bottling center. He hooked me up for a concert a few months ago, and I kept the extras,” He said, filling another water bottle with vodka.

“Genius,” I handed him back the bottle.

“Oh, you keep that one. I expect it to be empty before the ball drops,” he chuckled and handed another full bottle to Harris.

Surprisingly, the fresh cap trick worked, and we were let in. We had to be there hours before midnight so they could lock down security, which you don’t really see on TV, and tonight especially, they had extra security out. The crowd was packed, and even being early, we were not in a great spot to see anything. We could hear the music, which was fun, but for the most part, we could barely see where the ball was and then the lights where performances were happening. Even still, I was having a blast.

I was pretty tipsy when we arrived, but by 11:00, I was drunk. I was only sipping my vodka, but I felt like it hit me harder than it did those guys. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve only ever had a few drinks in my life, but they were acting like it was no big deal. By the time my bottle was below the label, I was, by all definitions, ‘shitfaced.’ I was having a blast, though. Harris kept picking me up and putting me on his shoulders like guys were doing with their girlfriends so I could see the performances. I only weigh 140 lbs, so Harris could bench press me with no problem. Putting me on his shoulders was almost comical.

When the ball dropped at midnight, the guys did their best to kiss someone. I was not putting in any effort; I was primarily focused on not losing them because I would not be able to find my way back to the hotel.

Sometime after midnight, as the crowd cleared out, my cousin suggested we walk and find a bar.

“Umm,” I hiccumped, “I’m not old enough,” I chuckled.

“Oh shit, you don’t have a fake?” Ace asked, looking at me and then giving Robert a stern “What the fuck?” look.

I hiccuped again, “Nope, I’m not a fake,” I grinned.

“Broooo,” Ace whined at Robert.

“It’s fine; I’ll go back to the hotel with Nolan and then come back out,” my cousin suggested.

“I can take Nolan if you want to stay out,” Harris told Robert, sounding just as drunk as I felt.

“You sure?” my cousin asked, his eyes lighting up.

Harris shrugged, “Man, I’m not going to make it. I drank that entire bottle of…water,” he winked.

Ace laughed, “Bro, don’t be a pussy.”

“You want to take him back to the hotel?” My cousin asked Ace, with a tone in his voice that practically begged him not to egg Harris on and make me his problem. I would’ve been offended by the implication if I wasn’t so drunk and, more importantly, if I had any other option than to go back to the hotel.

“Nah, whatever; if Harris wants to call it a night, he’ll be sober enough to drive back in the morning,” Ace shrugged.

“We’ll see,” Harris said, wrapping an arm over my shoulders and pulling me in, leaning a little more weight on me than I expected, and we both nearly fell over.

“Here, take my key then,” my cousin said, handing it to me, and I pocketed it.

Harris and I started walking back toward the hotel. I was hoping the walk would sober me up a bit so I didn’t puke in the morning, but it was so cold I just started running. Harris was running with me, and thankfully, he remembered where the hotel was because I made a few wrong turns. He corrected me, “This way, Nolan,” and he would chuckle, grabbing my bicep and swinging me down the correct street or avenue as we zig-zagged our way through the city. It isn’t hard for him; he is a 220-pound anchor, and I am all of 140 lbs and about six inches shorter than he is.

We got back to the hotel, out of breath, still shivering. I stumbled into our hotel room and flopped down on the bed.

“Bro, that’s not our bed,” he chuckled, pulling me back onto my feet and pulling off my jacket.

I laughed, “God, I’m so cold,” I pulled the top blanket off our bed and wrapped myself in it.

“Take your cold clothes off, and you’ll warm up quicker,” Harris told me, taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes.

I did as he said, taking off my jeans under the blanket, then my shirt, leaving the pile of clothes on the floor. When I started pulling off my boxers, I also started losing the blanket, and he noticed my pale ass coming out the side and stopped me, “Bro, not all of your clothes,” he laughed.

I laughed, pulling my boxers back up over my ass. “Just kidding.” Then wrapped myself back up in the blanket.

He handed me a plastic cup with a large shot of vodka in it, “Shoot this; it’ll warm you up.” Then he took a swig from the plastic jug. I downed the vodka; it didn’t even burn anymore.

As we talked and did another shot, I lost control of the blanket a few times, my skinny body being on display a few times before regaining control and covering up.

“You’re in surprisingly good shape for a dweeb,” he joked.

I let the blanket fall off my shoulders, revealing some skin like I’ve seen women do in movies and shook my shoulders seductively. In my best, raspy, seductive old lady voice, “What can I say, I drive all the boys,” and then I broke out into my best Britney Spears, “Crazy!” and did a mock hair flip as she does in the music video.

He laughed, “I’ll bet you do. Is that why you’re still a virgin?”

This question gave me pause, “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Nolan, it’s kind of obvious,” he shrugged.

I tried to focus on his face, but with the room spinning, it was kind of hard. “What’s that?”

“Dude, you’re gay…right?” He smiled at me.

I laughed in shock, “I’m not gay; why would you think I’m gay?”

“Oh, umm…well, you’re a virgin, for one. You’re not really into sports. You’re a bit effeminate,” he went on.

I laughed again, cutting him off, “Dude, I’m not gay; I like girls; I just haven’t had the chance to do it yet. I came close once; my girlfriend sucked my dick,” I reminded him.

He smiled, taking a swig of the vodka, “And how many dicks have you sucked?” He grabbed his crotch as he said it.

“None,” I shot back. The amount of meat he grabbed just from the outside of his jeans didn’t go unnoticed, but anyone would notice; it’s not a gay thing.

He chuckled, “Oh, ok, you’re one of those shy guys who doesn’t suck dick?”

I huffed, “I don’t know what you mean. I’m not gay,” I found myself getting a little defensive.

“Ok, sure, but you don’t have to be gay to suck dick. You’ve never just helped your buddy out?” He asked, unbuttoning his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down, his white Abercrombie & Fitch briefs coming into view from the V of the black distressed denim.

I took in a deep breath, “Of course not, that’s gay man, sucking dick is gay.”

He laughed, “Oh man, that’s a shame; you’ve got those dick-sucking lips like your cousin; what a waste.”

Did he like my lips? I shook my head, “Wait, are you telling me…that Robert…”

“Bro, you’re cousin sucks dick better than any girl or guy that’s attempted to suck my big dick,” he chuckled and took a sip from the vodka jug before pouring some more into my cup.

My heart started pounding; this new information was so confusing. My cousin was a ladies' man, I idolize his ability to flirt with women, and he gets laid all the time; there’s no way he sucks dick. I squinted at him, “I don’t believe you,” then emptied my cup down my throat.

He shrugged, “You don’t have to. Doesn’t make it any less true, though,” he took another swig from the jug, then held it out for me. I was feeling the room spinning, but not wanting to be a punk, I reached out for it, the blanket dropping down, revealing my naked torso down to the grey waistband of my Old Navy boxers as I took a swig.

I handed the bottle back to Harris and noticed his eyes traveling down my body. For some reason, the thought of my cousin sucking dick…sucking Harris’s dick had me getting hard. I pulled the blanket over the growing bulge in my boxers. I’m not a big guy, but I have a pretty big dick compared to the other guys I’ve seen naked in the locker room. I certainly can’t hide a full erection behind the thin material of my boxers; it will always snake its way out through the fly.

With my blood flowing, my heart pounding, without thinking, I asked the question that popped into my mind, “So…you’ve sucked dick?”

He chuckled, took another swig of vodka, and scrunched his face at me, “Of course, you can’t ask a guy to give you head if you’re not willing to give it back; that’s just fucked up,” he chuckled.

I nodded my head; it made sense. The image passing through my head made my face scrunch up at his, “Do you like it?”

He shrugged, “Well, I wouldn’t say I like it, but it’s a small price to pay to get a much-needed blow job from a buddy when you’re horny.”

I laughed. “I guess… it makes sense.” I took the jug and sipped. The room was spinning hard, but I felt amazing and wanted to go toe-to-toe with him and this bottle.

“What’s really great is when a friend gives up some ass instead,” he said matter-of-factly, his hands pantomiming grabbing a nice ass.

I nearly spit out the vodka, then started coughing because I inhaled some by accident.

“You ok?” He chuckled, pulling his socks off.

I coughed, “Yeah,” then coughed again, “I thought you said you fucked a guy in the ass,” I laughed and coughed hard.

He stood for a second, pulling his jeans down to his ankles, then sat to pull them off his feet completely, sitting there in just his tighty whities and a t-shirt, his massive bulge taunting me between his worked-out thighs. He chuckled, “That is what I said,” then he folded his jeans, got up, and placed them on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

I twisted around from my seated position on the edge of my side of the bed to see him, “Are you for real, you fuck guys in the ass?”

He pulled his t-shirt up over his head slowly, revealing his toned torso, “Bro, you’re making it into a bigger deal than it is. It’s just a hole. A very tight, warm hole that grips my dick in a way no pussy can. Until you’ve had pussy, you can’t really know what I mean,” he folded his shirt and put it on his folded jeans. Then he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me. I couldn’t help but notice how well his back was muscled, broad at the shoulders, and tapered to a narrow waist just before disappearing under his white underwear; then he widens back out because of his muscular ass cheeks.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest so hard I know my face is flush, “Have you fucked my cousin Robert?”

He turned to face me, swinging his legs onto the bed, “Look, the most important rule about having fun with friends is you don’t talk about having fun with your friends.”

“Like Fight Club?” I grinned.

“Exactly like Fight Club,” he leaned back on the pillows to stretch out. The bulge in his briefs was growing; he wasn’t even trying to hide it. I couldn’t help but stare when his hand traveled down his abs and groped the growing lump. He looked over at the clock, “You know, the bars won’t close for another two hours,” he looked at me and tightened the grip on his now hard dick in his underwear.

I looked over at him and huffed wide-eyed, “Yeah, and?”

“Well, I had expected to get laid tonight, bring in the new millennium with a bang,” he chuckled, letting go of his bulge, then quickly slipping the same hand under the thin waistband and wrapping it around his hidden cock.

I couldn’t look away; I was in a trance, “So?”

“So, since I had to take your drunk ass back here, I kinda think you should take care of this for me,” he chuckled, shaking his cock under the white cotton fabric that was straining to contain his length now that he was fully hard.

I gasped and laughed, “No. Fucking. Way.”

“Ah, don’t be a pussy,” he said, using his free hand to now cup his balls from outside his underwear, a technique I’ve used to get myself off lately.

I shook my head, “No, it’s too gay, dude.”

He laughed, “Are you calling me a fag?”

I shook my head faster, “No, I meant, it’s too gay for me; I’m not into that.”

“It’s not about being gay, I’m not gay, you’re not gay, I’m really horny, and you kinda owe me,” he said with a grin.

I felt a pang of guilt. I did tag along and ruin his evening. Was sucking dick really the only way to pay him back, though?

“You’re horny, right?” He nodded towards the blanket tenting in my lap.

I blushed, “I mean…”

“So, why don’t we help each other out? You suck my dick, I’ll suck yours,” he said, squeezing his dick again, this time pushing it down in his underwear, which pushed the waistband of his underwear down enough to reveal his slightly overgrown pubes and the last thick inch of his shaft. I was in a fog, mesmerized by what I was seeing. I had never seen anyone I knew hard before.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, my heart beating so hard that I felt light-headed.

“Well, I gotta jerk off, or I won’t be able to sleep. I’m way too horny,” he chuckled.

I always jerk off before bed, too, so I get it, “So, go for it; I won’t stop you.”

“Well, you gotta do it with me, or it’ll be weird,” he said, squeezing his hidden dick, a wet spot starting to form in the stretched fabric of his briefs where the tip of his cock is straining to get out.

My heart started beating faster; I was starting to shiver from the adrenaline pumping through my body. I swallowed hard, “I don’t think I can,” I told him.

He yanked his hand out of his underwear, “Well, I’m not going to do it by myself; that’ll just be awkward for both of us,” he insisted, a bit of attitude in his tone.

I felt that pang of guilt again, “Ok, I guess I could try, but I can’t promise I’ll cum.”

“I’ll make sure you do; it’s what bros do,” he said, his hand slipping back into his underwear.

This was oddly comforting; I was still shaking from the nerves. We heard a bunch of guys singing “Auld Lang Syne” in the hallway, and we both froze, staring at the door until the voices continued down the hallway. I swallowed hard and turned back to face Harris.

“We better be quick,” he chuckled, then pat the bed next to him. “Get over here, get comfortable, and whip it out,” he said.

I hesitated but then shifted my body around to lean against the pillows and headboard next to him. Our elbows bumped against each other, and I pulled away quickly.

He grinned at me, “You need to relax; this is fun.”

I nodded, watching him, unsure what the next move was.

He reached over and pulled the blanket away. My boxers were tented, and my heart started pounding in my chest. I watched his eyes go down my thin body and landed on my tent. His hand went into his briefs, and gripped his dick, then hooked the thumb of his other hand on the waistband and quickly pushed the elastic under his balls, revealing the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I have seven cut inches; he must have been eight inches cut and thicker than mine from tip to base, getting wider slightly all the way down his shaft, whereas mine widened the most in the middle and then got thinner again at the root.

He slowly started stroking himself, and then his eyes traveled from my tent to meet my eyes, and he smiled, his face making a “well?”

I was frozen. Everything was so crazy, I couldn’t think.

He smiled, and then his left hand came off his waistband. He went right to the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down. My cock sprang free and slapped my abdomen; I felt my balls twitch as his fingers grazed them while hooking my boxers below them. That slight touch of his skin against the tender skin of my balls was enough to get a drop of precum to squeeze out of my tip as I gasped.

He chuckled, “Let’s rub one out, bro,” he grinned at me, slowly stroking his dick.

I reached for my dick, trying not to look at his as I stroked. I tried to think of the blow job my ex gave me, how great it felt, and how quickly I shot my load. It always got me off quickly when I would think about it, but the heat radiating off his body, along with his stroking himself, shaking the bed next to me, was pulling my focus. My curiosity was wanting to look at his dick, but I didn’t want him to think I was gay for looking. I could feel him looking at me stroking, though it still felt like he wasn’t gay for looking, but I would be gay for looking, and it was all so confusing; I wasn’t any closer to blowing my load than I was when we started.

I glanced over; he was really going to town on his shaft. He liked to stroke it fast for a few strokes, then do it slow for a few and squeeze out some precum. He kept adding spit to his dick for lube, which I had never done, but it looked like it felt good every time he did it. I don’t know if he could read my mind, but he spit in his left hand and reached over to my dick; using his spit to lube my cock he took over stroking for me.

“Mmmm,” I groaned. The instant 1000% increase in pleasure was intense. The voice in my head saying, “Stop this, this is gay,” was quickly drowned out by the sounds of his fist fapping my cock and the purring noise I couldn’t help but make from the pleasure of it. I felt my body relaxing under his touch; my knee was now touching his thigh, a sensation that would’ve had me pull away twenty minutes ago, but now I didn’t care; I needed to blow my load under his touch.

“You like that?” His low gravelly voice asked.

I nodded.

“Good, now stroke me too,” he suggested.

I hesitated, staring at his dick which no longer had a hand on it; it just bobbed intimidatingly as he flexed his muscles, and it bounced. He squeezed my dick harder, and the pleasure pulled a moan from me, reminding me this was a tit-for-tat situation, and I reached for it.

Barely able to close my fingers around it, the warm, fleshy pipe felt so weird in my hand, so foreign but kinda neat at the same time. It was soft and hard in a way I didn’t notice while gripping my own dick. I squeezed it, and he flexed in my hand as I watched a drop of precum form at his tip. I felt almost powerful holding it. Holding another man's dick somehow was making me feel an inner strength I didn’t know I had, and it was exciting. Exactly as he said, it was just “fun.”

“That’s it,” he whispered, breaking my thought process. Reminding me I had a job to do as he started stroking me again, I followed suit. I started stroking another guy's dick for the first time in my life, and the feeling of a powerful hand on mine as we got in sync was intense; I couldn’t help but feel my orgasm building deep inside me.

We heard voices in the hall again, and both froze, looking toward the door, dropping each other's dicks. I felt Harris shift his weight quickly as he slapped the light switch on his side of the bed. All the lights went out except for the dim bulb by the entrance and the lights coming through the window from the street outside. It wasn’t dark enough to hide what we were doing, but if the door opened right now, it would look like we were asleep. I reached for the blanket and pulled it up to our waists, and we waited as the voices walked past our door.

The second we realized it wasn’t the guys, Harris shifted his weight again, clearly pulling his underwear all the way off, and tucked them up by his pillow between us, next to my head; the subtle manly scent of his body wafted off of them for a brief second and drew in my attention. “That way, I can find them later,” he chuckled.

I nodded and reached for my boxers to do the same, and he pushed the blanket back down to our thighs, exposing both our dicks to the dim light. He spit on his hand and started stroking me with his right hand now, twisting his body onto his side for some reason. He leaned over and spit on my dick, rubbing it on my head and down my shaft, then did it again. The sensation was gross and incredible at the same time, but then he leaned further down and put my dick into his mouth as far as it would go, wrapping his lips around my shaft and licking his way back up to the tip slowly.

“Mmm, fuck, what are you doing?” I asked, knowing exactly what he was doing.

He repeated the motion, adding more spit, then taking even more of my dick into his mouth until the head hit the back of his throat. He pushed himself down on it, my cock popping into his throat, a warm, tight sensation I didn’t get from my ex, “Oh my God…mmmm,” I moaned and twitched under his control, throwing my head back down on the pillow. He bobbed on my dick some more, I felt myself getting close to blowing, but then he pulled off, spit on his hand, and instead of rubbing it on my cock he put me back into his mouth and brought his spit-covered fingers between my legs which I instinctively spread to feel his fingers slip below my balls and coat my pucker with saliva. “OH fuck, ungh,” I moaned and twitched some more, gripping my pillow in my fists around my head.

I had never played with my ass before; the intense tingling sensation went beyond my outer ring, climbing inside me somehow and igniting something deep in my guts; it was so good I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh shit, I’m…ungh,” I twitched, “cumming,” I whispered as I fired off a wad of cum into his throat on his next bob down. “Ungh,” I groaned and twitched as I blew the most intense load I’ve ever shot, the force of it rocketing down his throat, but he didn’t pull up; he just swallowed and continued giving me the most amazing orgasm of my life. His slick fingers pressed hard on my sphincter as he did; the middle finger even separated my rosebud enough to give me a little added pleasure I didn’t know was possible as he swallowed the last of my load, and I gasped for a breath of air, relaxing back into the mattress.

He slowly pulled my dick from his throat, audibly swallowing hard, “Damn dude, that was a lot of cum,” he chuckled, pulling his fingers out of my tight outer ring, which were in deeper than I realized, and letting my softening, wet dick fall onto my stomach.

I breathed heavily, “Yeah, that was…intense.”

He lay back flat on the bed next to me, shaking his cock back to full hardness, “You liked it?”

I chuckled, “Uh, yeah.” I took a deep breath and gave a sigh of relief.

“Good, now do me,” he said, stroking his cock.

The sudden rush of post-nut-clarity came over me like a tidal wave. I felt guilty, dirty, and gross all at the same time. There was nothing I wanted less at this moment than to touch his dick, and it was hard, just inches from my hip, demanding attention. I thought about just saying, “No,” but remembered all the times my ex got me turned on, let me finger her to orgasm, and then left without giving me the same relief, and I felt guilty for wanting to give him the same treatment.

I huffed, reaching over with my eyes closed, and started half-heartedly stroking his dick.

“Do you want to put it in your mouth?” He asked, adding to my pangs of guilt.

“Umm…not really,” I said, finally looking at his dick again.

“Come on, bro, it’s only fair,” he added, twitching his cock in my hand, forcing out another bead of precum.

He was right; I owed him at least to get him off. I swallowed hard, looking at his dick, feeling the saliva start to pool in my mouth instinctively, licking my lips. I felt my heart racing again, and it took everything in me not to start shivering with nerves. I stroked his dick a few more times; the precum forming at his tip was making my stomach turn. The idea of tasting another man's dick and, worse yet, tasting his juices was gross, and there was no way I could swallow his load. “I don’t want cum in my mouth,” I told him in a squeaky, nervous voice.

“I’ll try not to, but no promises,” he chuckled.

I looked at him, pulling further from his angry cock.

“Ok, ok, just suck it already,” he said, putting a hand on the back of my head, pulling me down to his dick. I opened my mouth. You don’t realize how big a dick is until it’s poking at the back of your throat, and your lips are stretched around it; I gagged instantly as his cock head tickled my uvula.

He chuckled, “Take it easy. You don’t need to take it in your throat yet, just suck it and stroke me; let your throat swallow me when it’s ready,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.

My eyes watered every time I tried to go down on him. The spongy feeling of this sausage in my mouth and fighting the urge to bite down was weird. The smell of his musky crotch was filling my nose, and I was both grossed out and kind of turned on at the same time. I had never smelled another man’s scent like this before. The warmth of his cock was really intense in my mouth, and every time I did something he liked, I felt it twitch, and I knew that meant he was releasing another glob of precum. The thought nearly made me gag, but when I realized the sweet flavor of his cock was actually his nectar leaking onto my tongue as I bobbed on him, it made me reconsider.

His gentle moans were encouraging me to go further, to push him into my throat, and his not-so-subtle pushes on the back of my head were encouraging me to push my limits until I would gag and he would let me back up. After a few minutes, I was getting at least a few of his inches in my throat, still a lot of inches away from having all of him in my mouth, but I was really giving it my all.

“Fuck that feels good,” he groaned, and I felt him flex in my mouth, his flavor being enhanced by another drop of his precum.

I doubled my efforts, pushing myself further down his shaft, far enough to just get a tickle of my nose from his wirey pubes before I had to pull back and wipe the tears from my eyes. Stroking him a few times, “Are you close?”

He groaned at the question, “I can be, but I’m really enjoying being your first,” he chuckled. “Do you want me to cum?”

I stroked his dick, “Yeah, but…don’t cum in my mouth.”

He nodded, and I dropped my mouth back on his dick. I gave him more effort, and after a few minutes, I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, and panic popped off his cock, expecting him to be cumming.

He groaned, “Almost,” he pulled my head back down. I licked the drop of precum on his tip just to know. After tasting his brand at the source and high potency, I found it surprisingly sweet. “I’ll warn you,” he said, thrusting his cock up into my mouth this time. I gagged at first, then he let his ass back down to the mattress and out of my throat. I pushed myself down as far as I could, and he moaned, making me feel some sort of importance by being the source of his pleasure. I continued for a few more minutes, and he started gently thrusting up into my throat every time I tried to push myself further down on him, gagging me every time, but his quiet moans were driving me through the struggle, driving a need in me to get him off and give him the orgasm he gave me.

A few more bobs, and he grunted out, “I’m close.”

Just as he did, we heard a ruckus in the hallway. I pulled off his dick, pulling the blanket up to cover our naked bodies, and put my head on the pillow. A voice that sounded distinctly like my cousin on the other side of the door, “shit, I gave Nolan my key, Ace, you have your key?” I felt a panic and rolled away from Harris towards the door and shut my eyes.

We both heard the door open as they were shushing each other. One of them went into the bathroom, the roar of the vent fan coming on as the sound of the other two taking clothes off and emptying pockets could be heard. I did my best to play dead. Then I heard the clock radio turn on and a shifting through radio stations, and the stage whisper of my cousin scolding Ace, “Dude, you’re going to wake them up!”

There was a pause, “Nah, those fuckers are wasted, and between you and Toby, I don’t know who snores worse, so I need this,” Ace whispered back, settling on a “light FM” station that was coming in clear enough not to have any static. Ace plopped down on the couch.

“Are you going to pull it out?” I heard my cousin say, my dirty mind going straight into the gutter after what Harris told me earlier.

“Eh…the cushions are comfortable enough,” Ace said about the couch.

The vent fan shut off, and the door opened, my cousin and Ace fell quiet as the radio played a little too loud to compete with the honking of cars trying to get to the Lincoln Tunnel. I listened, heart thumping as the sound of Toby’s belt clanked open and his zipper came down. Toby was about my size, and after sucking Harris’s dick for the last twenty minutes, I was curious what he looked like naked.

I tried to crack an eye open, unable to see much. His pale, skinny body did glow in the dim light, but his dark black boxer briefs hid everything but the shape of his ass and skinny waist as he got into the bed with Robert, on the side of the bed closer to me but then rolled toward my cousin.

After only two songs, my cousin started snoring. I’d heard him enough times to know it was him. Shortly after, I heard a more gentle snoring coming from the bed, which had to be Toby. I wanted to put my boxers back on, but I didn’t want to shift around too much if Ace was still awake, so I gently and painfully slowly shifted my body almost into a fetal position to get my head over enough to see if Ace was awake.

I felt Harris’s muscular arm come around my waist and pull me closer to him, his hard spit-slick dick slipping right up my ass crack. I let out a sound of surprise that was loud enough to draw attention, my eyes widening, and I noticed Ace lying on the couch facing the wall instead of us. I straightened my body a bit and reached back to push Harris’ naked hip away from me. He pulled me tighter, whispering in my ear, “I was so close,” his naked chest rumbling on my back as his words pierced my brain.

He tightened his arms around me and humped up into me, his shaft running the entire length of my crack, including across my hole, which I only tonight realized was a pleasure zone, and the feeling was still shockingly good even though I had cum about an hour ago. My heart started racing again. I wasn’t sure what to do or what was happening, but his grip was tight on me, almost comforting…if his huge dick wasn’t sliding up and down my crack, but in my drunken state, even that felt better and more sensual than any dry humping I did with my ex.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as quietly as I could.

“Dude,” he huffed with frustration, “I got blue-balls, I need to get off so bad it hurts.” He thrust a little harder, and his dick slipped between my legs and poked my balls, sending a tingle of pleasure back into my stomach, and blood rushed to my dick again.

I wasn’t sure what I could do or say. He had swallowed my cum earlier; the least I could do was let him rub up against me. It was weird, but it felt good at the same time.

He brought his hand up to his face, and I heard him spit; then he rubbed it on his dick and slid himself between my legs again, with less friction this time. He did it a few more times, and now I felt a little gross, coated in another guy's spit, and his precum was also tagging my ballsack with each thrust, so I had to accept that I was just going to have to shower in the morning to feel clean again.

Every few thrusts, he would pull his cock out and add more spit, both of us being as quiet as possible. He shifted my body so his arm was under my head, my back flat against his chest, and his cock sliding freely between my legs and up my crack depending on which way it bent when he pushed. It was definitely an easier way to get him off than sucking his dick, though I think I was doing a pretty good job at that. He had said he was close right before we were interrupted.

His dick poked my balls a little too hard on one thrust, and I instinctively clenched my ass and thighs around him, and he let out a moan. “Fuck, do that again,” he whispered. I did as he said, and his thrusting changed to be slower and his grip on me tighter. I could feel him flexing his cock with each gruelingly slow push between my legs, the slickness at this point was only his precum, and I was finding myself getting hard again from the thought of giving him that much pleasure.

I found that if I rocked my hips down as he thrust in, his shaft would slide between my ass cheeks enough that when I clenched them, I would get an even heavier but still low groan out of him, and I took pride in that. Repeating it with every thrust, I didn’t know I could work my ass cheeks like this, but the honest truth is it felt really good, so good my cock was rock hard again. I quickly got a hand on it and, as quietly as possible, started stroking myself. Trying my best not to lose focus on his cock. If I cum again before him, I know I’ll be so turned off by all of this I’ll have to sleep on the floor to get away from him.

His dick pulled back too far and slid up my ass this time, the head pressed hard over my ass hole and shot enough pleasure into my stomach that I had to stifle a moan and take my hand off my cock so I didn’t blow my second load before he got his first.

“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear, “I don’t want to get caught,” he said, and I heard him spit onto his hand, and this time the wad went straight to my ass hole like he did while sucking me off earlier. He rubbed it around the center of my hole, adding enough pressure with his thick middle finger to push the tip in ever so slightly, and that felt even better than the dick-slip across it.

I inhaled sharply, trying not to make a sound. Then his finger left my hole, and I heard him add more spit; this time, it went to his dick, and I expected it to slide back between my legs, but it aimed straight for my spit-lubed hole. The frictionless contact as his spongey head swirled around my ring was a mind-blowing pleasure bomb.

I stroked my dick furiously as he continued gently circling my hole with his. He would do a thing where he stroked his own dick and then swirled it at the center of my crack, adding a little pressure to my hole, then he’d stroke and swirl, then a little more pressure and repeat. I was so turned on I was going to cum pretty quickly.

He seemed to be timing it with the now obvious stroking of my own cock, but I didn’t care; the pleasure was awesome, and I could already feel my next orgasm building. Just as I got close and felt my balls start to tingle, he pushed even harder with his cock at the center of my hole, and it instantly went from pleasure to burning fire-from-hell pain that shot up my body because he accidentally pushed too hard and the head popped into my sphincter.

The arm under my head pulled tight on my mouth and kept me from letting out an audible scream or groan. I’m not even sure what sound I made, but I’m glad it couldn’t be heard over the radio's volume.

“Shhh, just relax; it’ll hurt more if you clench,” he whispered, his lips right against my ear as he shifted his weight up and over my back, rolling me onto my stomach, pulling my hand off my cock as he flattened me on the mattress.

I groaned into sheets, my head falling between the two pillows from his weight on me, and turned my head towards his, which was now to my left. “This hurts,” I whispered through clenched teeth.

His lips brushed my ear, and he moaned, “I know, just relax, take a deep breath; I’m already in you,” he flexed his dick, and I felt it twitch inside me. He probably only had two inches inside me, but it felt like a baseball bat. He twitched again, and I knew he was enjoying it, and that he just squeezed out another drop of precum…into my ass. The burn of being stretched open was so intense I couldn’t think about how gross that was; I just tried to focus on relaxing so the pain would go away like he said. I took a deep breath and the scent of his musk filled my lungs.

I inhaled again, that scent again filling my lungs, and then I felt around by my face and realized my face was pushed right into his tighty whities. His weight on me made it hard for me to get my head off of them, though.

Then he shifted his hips, and the pressure let up until he shifted again, and I felt him slowly pushing more of his dick into my very tight virgin hole. His arm came back around, under my chest, and his big hand clamped down on my mouth. “Don’t,” he said, and I groaned into his hand. “Shhh, you don’t want to wake them up and catch you like this, do you?” He flexed his cock inside me, which kinda felt good, better than the burn of going deeper for sure.

I shook my head and swallowed my groan. Breathing in his scent through my nose as I tried to relax and adapt to his girth.

“Good, now it’s my turn,” he told me, flexing his cock inside me again. He gently rocked his hips, forcing another inch into my ass, then another as I quietly allowed myself to grunt into his hand; the same hand that was stroking me off and giving me so much pleasure more than an hour ago was helping me hold in my grunts as he pushed another inch and another inch into my no longer virgin ass hole.

He groaned a hot breath into my ear as I felt his pubes finally pressing against my ass; his low-hanging balls dangled on the bottom of my ass where my closed, tight legs met my cheeks, and he held himself there.

“That’s it, now you’re taking it like a man,” he whispered in a growl in my ear. I felt him flex his cock, no doubt adding another drop of his copious precum into my rectum before he slowly pulled an inch out and then pushed it gently back in. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he grunted as his hips grind on my ass.

I felt his cock flex deep inside my guts as he grinds his hips into my ass, holding me tight to his body. The thought of his precum being so deep inside me made me cringe, and even in my drunken stupor, I pulled my mouth free of his hand by turning my head hard to the left. I licked my lips and whispered, “We shouldn’t do this without a condom, right?”

He flexed his dick in me again, the mental image of that drop of precum lighting up inside me as he pressed his lips tight to my ear, “It’s fine, you can’t get pregnant,” he flexed again and ground his hips, letting out a low moan in my ear.

I nodded; he was right, I can’t get pregnant, “what about…” I started.

He shoved his dick hard into me, covering my mouth as he did, and I grunted. “I don’t have anything,” he whispered, his lips warm and soft against my ear. “Ok?”

I nodded as he let his hand up a bit so I could talk, “you won’t cum in me, right?”

He covered my mouth and rocked his hips a few times before answering, “Yeah, don’t worry,” then he pulled his cock out and added more spit and pushed it right back in balls deep, somehow deeper than before, and I pushed my mouth into his big palm to help myself not moan…in pleasure or pain, I’m not sure which because I could feel both.

The added spit really helped, and he gave me a few more slow, deep thrusts before pulling out again, adding more spit, then using his knees to spread my legs wide, like a frog; I didn’t know I could stretch like that, I thought my hips might pop out or something and then the thought vanished as I felt him push his spit-slicked pipe all the way back into me in one thrust, “Oh yeah,” he moaned in my ear and I grunted into his hand.

He gently thrust into me a few more times and then got a little overzealous, and you could hear his hips slap into my ass with a clapping sound that was definitely audible above the radio. He quickly stopped with his cock deep in my ass, so far inside I felt him hitting a wall inside me now that I hadn’t felt before. We both just lay there breathing in sync as we waited to see if anyone else stirred, but the two snoring boys kept a steady snorting sound, and there was no sound from Ace on the couch, so Harris flexed his cock deep inside me and started again. This time, making sure to keep quiet but spread my legs even more with each thrust.

“Fuck that feels good,” he grunted into my ear, tightening his grip on my mouth because I was feeling it too, and the pain was subsiding as his cock head hit something inside me. It wasn’t the wall; that was weird, but something inside me was sending waves of pleasure with every thrust; I was hard and leaking precum into the mattress.

With my legs spread so wide, it was easy for me to rock my hips on his dick so my hard dick could thrust into the pillowy mattress, bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear, and I realized I was legitimately moaning from his fucking. “I know it feels good, but I’m getting close, and I don’t want to wake them,” he chuckled and kept thrusting deep.

I realized he hadn’t added any spit in a while, but it felt even slicker than when he did. I know it’s his precum lubing me up, and that just adds to my horniness, plus it feels so good every time he hits that wall deep inside me.

His thrusting suddenly changed, more grinding, deep little thrusts as his feet dug into the mattress, and his breathing in my ear got heavier, “I’m getting close,” he said, grinding inside me. The occasional slapping sound came from between our bodies and he didn’t seem to care anymore, he was hyper focused on his orgasm as he dug deeper into me.

I nodded and clenched my ass as he thrust again.

“Where do you want it?” he thrust again, his hand still clamped over my mouth. “Robert usually lets me cum inside him when we do this,” he whispered in my ear in a ragged voice. He thrust again, hard this time, and I moaned into his hand. “You going to let me cum inside you too? Going to let me cum inside you like I cum inside Robert?”

He thrust harder, deeper, faster. The pleasure of it all was so much. I moaned into his hand and nodded my head.

“Yeah?” he asked again. I nodded again, rocking my ass with his thrusting. Grinding my cock into the mattress, enjoying all of his cock inside me. “I’m gonna cum inside you, ok?” He thrust a few deep thrusts, and I nodded as my heart started racing in anticipation. “Oh fuck, ungh, ungh,” he thrust so deep it broke through that wall, and I felt his cock swell inside me and start pulsing hard, “mmmfff, mmm, mmmfff, ahhh,” he panted in my ear and grind his hips into me as I felt his cock twitching and pulsing his hot load into me. Each pulse was another wad of his cum shooting into me, and it was overwhelming, I couldn’t help but moan with him, like I was somehow experiencing his orgasm with him.

I reached my hand around and grabbed his ass to pull him tighter into me. His slightly hairy, muscled ass was huge in my hand, but I could feel him flexing it to get every last drop of his load out before he finally grunted and relaxed on top of me. He released his hand on my mouth, and I took a deep breath.

He pulled out of me slowly and then rolled me onto my back, taking my dick back into his mouth; he sucked me for all of two minutes before I pushed his head down on my dick and pumped my second load into his throat tonight.

When I finally let him up, he grabbed the white briefs from under my face, which I had been inhaling as he came inside me, and slipped them on quickly. The audible snap of his waistband echoed through the room, and my cousin’s snoring stopped for a beat before continuing. I felt around for my boxers and found them down at the foot of the bed somehow. I slipped them on and realized Harris was already asleep.

I lay there with the room spinning, wondering if it was bad that I let him cum inside me, like what kind of science was happening inside me as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of someone laying on the horn outside the hotel. The realization of last night hit me, along with the sudden urge to puke. I ran to the bathroom and did just that.

“You ok, Nolan?” Robert called to me.

I spit into the toilet and flushed it, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to shower.”

“Ok, be quick, we have to check out in twenty minutes,” he yelled through the door.

I showered quickly, remembering to scrub lots of soap into the areas his precum or spit was on my body. I didn’t know what to do about the load of cum he pumped inside me; the thought of it made me cringe, but I guess I’ll survive; I mean, Robert survived, right? Then I had the fleeting thought, “What if Harris lied about it, and he and Robert have never had ‘fun’ together?” I shook my head and decided there was no way.

On the car ride home, having Harris’s leg lean against mine felt a lot less gay. I couldn’t help but check out his bulge often. I also checked out Ace’s bulge to my right a few times, wondering who in this car has done what with each other. It was all very confusing. One thing I know for sure is that these guys definitely lied about their “first time having sex” on the ride up to the city if they’ve all done that with each other before. I also listened more intently to their stories and especially listened to details like, “I was with this one person,” and realized “person” meant “guy,” not “girl.”

As they all complained about not getting laid last night, a part of me wanted to say, “Well…I did.” I didn’t say anything, though; I just listened.