4 comments/ 14262 views/ 11 favorites Evan's Fantasy By: Sweet_Sarah72 I groaned out loud when I pulled into the drive and saw Nick's car. He was my roommate's friend and, putting it simply, he was a walking wet dream. He was heavily featured in my jerk-off fantasies. Standing at 6'2", with thick, wavy dark brown hair, twinkling green eyes framed by dark, full lashes, and full, pink lips that I liked to imagine wrapped around my cock, I was pretty sure he starred in a lot of fantasies. He always had a shadow of dark stubble that I wished he would rub against my own soft, clean-shaven cheeks. In addition to all of that beauty, Nick was muscular too, like a football player, and I knew he was hairy because I had seen him at the pool. He dripped in masculinity. What's the problem, you ask? The same problem as always. He was straight. Straighter than an arrow. He was so straight it was stereotypical. He played football in college, he dated a blonde cheerleader with huge tits all four years at the university and when he graduated he joined the military. He got out of the Navy when he turned 28 and had moved back to town for good, so I had seen him quite a few times over the last two months as he and my roommate, Jack, got reacquainted. I hadn't met him until he moved back to town, but Jack had regaled me with stories from their college days even before they started hanging out again. Damn! My dick was already hard. Jack had said they were going out tonight and I had been looking forward to some private time. Some porn, some alcohol...maybe get out one of my toys. I hadn't had great luck lately meeting a guy. In fact, it had been more than five months since I had been with a man. I wasn't sure why I was having trouble finding someone. I guess I wasn't really looking for a relationship at this point, though. More like a fuck buddy. Someone that could rock my world when I needed it. Unfortunately, no takers lately. I'm not a sex god, like Nick, but I wasn't awful looking. I guess some people would call me a twink but I didn't like that term. I stood at only 5'8" and had blonde hair that feathered over my forehead, blue eyes, and delicate features. I am definitely not a big guy. I liked wearing trendy clothes and looking good, which made me feel good. Like tonight, I had a pair of dark, slim fit jeans on with a tight teal t-shirt. Sneakers adorned my feet. Yes, I was a skater in my high school and college days. Now that I was 24, I guess I still liked the same type of clothes, but the board had long been hung up. I resigned myself to not having the house alone tonight and grabbed the six-pack I had just purchased on the way home. I slammed the car door and headed inside. The lights were out and I flipped the living room lamp on. Hmm, no sign of anybody. Maybe I was wrong. I headed down the hall and saw that Jack's bedroom door was closed. I knocked. "Jack?" Nothing. I grinned. Looked like Nick had just parked his car here and they left together. My plans were back on! I stopped in the kitchen and pulled a can from the pack, before sliding the rest into the fridge. I headed to my bedroom, grabbed my lube, my pink (yes, pink) dildo and a towel from my bathroom before heading out to make myself comfortable on the sofa. I flipped the television on and found the gay porn I wanted to rent for the night. Fuck! I was not happy at the price of almost fifteen dollars, but that gave me a three hour show, so I gave in. It was actually a conglomeration of six half-hour shows, so I settled in to watch the first one. It started normally enough: two hot guys talking at the pool. One even looked a little like Nick and that got me going. I took a swig of my beer and decided my jeans needed to go. In seconds they were tossed on the ground and I was sitting in my bright orange boxer briefs. The soft jersey knit felt soft and sexy against my skin. I watched as the two men on the screen starting kissing. One of them was already tugging at the other's waistband. The living room seemed hot to me, so next to go was my t-shirt. My hand started palming my hard cock over my boxers and I felt the precum start to dribble out. The guys on the screen were now engaged in a hot, sloppy kiss as their hands roamed over each other. I groaned as I slid my hand down under the waistband and pulled them down, hooking them under my full balls. My cock was rock hard now and I looked down to see the pearly beads oozing from the slit. I wished there was a sexy man here to lick it up. My cock was 7" when hard and had more girth than I think guys expected from a smaller guy like me. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and leaned my head back, closing my eyes. I flicked my thumb over the top and wiped at the precum, bringing it down and letting it help lubricate my hand. My cock was throbbing for release and my mind immediately went to Nick. God, I just wanted him to bend me over and fuck my ass! "Nick," I whispered. "Oh, yeah, Nick... fuck me, Nick..." I moaned out, letting my imagination take over. "Fuck my tight ass, Nick!" So lost in my fantasy, I wasn't aware of anything around me other than the sounds of the two men on the screen moaning and grunting and my hand stroking my hard dick. "Is that what you want, Evan?" My eyes shot open and I froze when I saw Nick standing just a couple feet away from me. In only his boxers and t-shirt. I was completely busted and I was mortified. "I-I-I...oh shit, dude...I'm s-sorry," I stammered out as I yanked my hand from my cock and pulled my boxers back up. "I...fuck! I thought I had the place to myself. I thought you were with Jack." I watched him and waited. Was he going to hit me? I mean, he knew I was gay. I didn't hide it. But, he had just caught me whispering his name. Fuck! His eyes flashed with something. Anger? Hatred? He moved to close the gap between us until he was directly in front of me. He bent down until his face was inches from mine. "I asked you," he whispered, "if that's what you wanted, Evan? Are you going to answer me?" With his face this close, I could smell him and breathed him in. He was musky with a scent that was just his. I looked into his eyes again. Did I see lust? Desire? Or was it once again part of my imagination? I glanced at his boxers and saw the bulge and flicked my gaze back up to this eyes. He licked his lips and stared down at me, waiting for my answer. "Yes," I admitted softly. "I do want... I want you to..." Those sexy pink lips curled into a little smile. "To?" I could feel his hot breath on my face. Fuck it! I was already caught, I may as well dive in. "Fine, you want to know? You really want to know, Nick?" My voice got a little loud, as my desire warred with my anxiety. He smiled again. "That would be nice," he said, his voice husky. He slid his body so that he was sitting next to me on the sofa, with one leg bent and pressed into the back cushion. With his other leg still hanging over the sofa, he sat facing me, his legs spread, showing me his hard shaft through the cloth. I moaned. "Yes. It's true. I was fantasizing about you...doing...things to me." He leaned closer and nipped my shoulder with his teeth. "And what do I do to you in your fantasies?" My breath caught in my throat. Could this really be happening? "Tell me," he whispered and leaned away, sliding his hand down my arm and onto my leg. "I-I thought you were straight? Aren't you?" I asked, confused. Was I being set up? Was this some sort of prank he and Jack were pulling? He grinned. "No." His hand slid up a little on my thigh. My heart was racing. "Are you bi?" I asked in a whisper. His grin widened. "No." My stomach was doing flip-flops as I realized what he was saying. I looked at him and grinned back. "Are you...?" His eyes held mine for a moment and I finally saw the lust. The desire. I hadn't been imagining it. "Yes, gay. Only attracted to men. Always have been," he paused. "I hid it for years, but not anymore, Evan." Stunned, I stared at him. "Does Jack know?" He nodded and licked his lips as he leaned in. "Why do you think he let me stay here tonight while he was out?" A smile tugged at his plump lips as my eyes widened. "He knows how bad I want you. He gave me a key." I was shocked. How could I not have known? "Y-you w-want me?" I couldn't quit stammering. "Yes." His hand squeezed my leg. "Now tell me what you fantasize about," he ordered quietly. Oh, god, that turned me on. I loved being with an alpha; a man that knew how to take charge. Could I really tell him? I cleared my throat, stalling. He could tell what I was doing, though. He pulled his hand from my leg and stood up. "Where are you going?" I asked, my heart frozen in my throat. Nick looked down at me and let his gaze fall to my crotch as he tucked his fingers under the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the ground. I gasped. Oh, god, all that thick curly hair! I wanted to bury my face in his chest. He turned to leave the room and I jumped up and grabbed his hand. "Don't go," I pleaded. Nick smiled and turned back to me. "I'm just grabbing a beer while you decide if you can be honest and tell me what you really want." Fuck! He was so hot. I couldn't think straight. "Okay," I hissed out. "I'll tell you...when you get back from the kitchen." God, I was pathetic. Too scared to admit my feelings. He chuckled and headed into the kitchen. "You want another?" he called out. "Sure," I answered and swallowed the rest of my current beer. I sat down at one end of the sofa and tried to figure out how to look sexy. Maybe if I pouted my lips, I thought. So, l pushed them out and tried to look pouty while I leaned back on the sofa, hoping I looked sexy. Yeah, that didn't work. He laughed when he walked back into the living room. "You look like you sucked a lemon!" I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to tell him that I hadn't, but I sure knew something else I wanted to suck. But I didn't have the nerve. He handed me my beer and I opened it and took a swig while he took a seat, right next to me. His body was so hairy and sexy and my dick was pressing against my boxers, begging to be touched. "Now," he whispered, his mouth near my shoulder, "I believe you were going to tell me something." This was so embarrassing! But then his lips were on my shoulder and I felt myself melting. God, I wanted him. I gave in and started telling him. "In my fantasies, I am alone and then you arrive...well, sometimes it's here, sometimes it's somewhere else... god, this is embarrassing." He let his mouth move up slowly from my shoulder to my neck and licked softly. "Mm-hmm," he murmured into my neck and I shivered. "Keep going." I tried to concentrate on what I was trying to say, but his mouth was killing me. "Umm, you always tell me to strip and...and then when I am naked...oh, god, that feels good!" He was nibbling his way up to my jaw and his hand slid across my chest and was flicking my nipple, turning it into a hard little pebble. "So, you're completely naked?" he asked. "Yes," I breathed out as his hand reached down and pulled at the waistband of my boxers. "Then stand up and strip for me." He pulled back and stared at me. "I want to see you naked. Now!" I bit back a smile and jumped up, eager to please him. Since the only thing I was wearing were my boxer briefs, I slid my hands under the waistband and slid them slowly down, letting him see my hard cock spring up and hit my stomach. "Nice. Very nice." He murmured, his voice low, as he gazed at my throbbing dick. I was glad that I had trimmed my bush this morning. I don't shave everywhere, but I like to keep my pubes trimmed. I stepped out of the boxers and kicked them to the side. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked myself a couple of times. He reached over and cupped my balls, as if he were inspecting them. His touch drove me wild and I moaned. "You are sensitive, aren't you?" "Yes." At least with him I was, not that I told him that. "Your balls are so soft, so smooth. I like that." He looked up at me. "I like that a lot. Turn around. I want to see that ass I have been ogling for months." I blushed, but did as I was told. He groaned. "God, I knew it would be perfect." I felt so sexy in front of him. I turned around, feeling a little bolder. "Do you want to know what else happens in my fantasies?" I asked him, my voice teasing him. "Fuck, yes!" he said. I smiled and came closer until I was standing between his knees. "You tell me to take your clothes off and then you tell me to suck your big hard cock," I told him, my voice low so he had to lean in a little to hear me. He moaned again. I reached down and tugged at his boxers and he lifted his ass to help me slide them off. I flung them across the room and got on my knees so I was level with his huge cock. And it was huge. He had to be at least 9" long and he was pretty wide, too. His beautiful dick had thick curly dark hair at the base and I just couldn't hold back. I leaned in and dipped my tongue into that bush and swirled it around. He tasted amazing and his scent filled my nostrils. I wanted more. "Fuck!" he cried out. God, this was so much better than my fantasies. I pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were dark and he looked a little flushed. Knowing I was turning him on only made me braver. As I wrapped my hand around his rod, I licked the thick, spongy mushroom head of his cock and tasted that sweet and salty precum. I needed more and guided his dick between my lips, letting it pop into my mouth as my tongue licked and swirled everywhere. "Yeah, just like that, Evan. Suck my cock," he moaned out. His words only drove me on as I slid him slowly back out between my lips and licked at the base of his steely shaft. He moaned again. "Oh, yeah, lick my cock, baby. You know you want it. Show me you want my dick, Evan." I eagerly slid my tongue up the underside, from the base to just below the tip, slowly, like I was licking an ice cream cone. I swirled my tongue right under the ridge of his bell shaped head and then lapped at the precum that oozed out the slit. I licked my way back down, making sure every inch of his cock was wet from my mouth and stopped at his hairy balls. God, they were huge. So full of that load that I wanted inside me. I licked at one of the orbs and slowly, carefully sucked it into my mouth, while my hand began slowly pumping his hard cock, slick with my spit. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, yeah," he cried out as he pushed his body towards me, very carefully sliding his ass to the edge of the sofa. With his legs spread wide, he reached down and wrapped both of his hands in my hair, guiding, holding tightly. I knew what he wanted and I let the sweet orb slip out of my mouth before I lifted his balls up and licked from just under them all the way back to his sexy little puckered hole. I had never rimmed anyone, but something took control of me. Maybe it was his musky scent, or the taste of his precum on my tongue. Maybe it was his moaning or his hands holding my hair tightly. Whatever it was, I am just glad it happened. I leaned back and took both my hands and pulled apart those sexy ass cheeks to give me greater access. He was a little hairy there and it only incited me further. I leaned in and licked it. Once. Twice. Again. "Fuck! You are the hottest... oh, fuck, yeah!" He cried out, pulling my hair tightly. The taste of his asshole was intoxicating and I lunged back in, nibbling and suckling on the delicate skin. I ate his ass out like it was my last meal on earth. His body writhed above me on the sofa and I knew he was loving every second of it. I wanted more, but suddenly he slid his hands under my arms and pulled me up, shifting until we were laying together on the sofa, he on his back and me pressed against his chest. He pulled me up and his lips were on mine, devouring me, biting at my lower lip, urging me with this tongue to open my mouth. I relented and his tongue swept in and took control. I knew he was in control. He knew he was in control. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands roam my back, caressing me, stroking my skin, running his finger down my spine. I shivered at his touch and he pulled back a little, gently turning my neck so he could kiss and lick his way up and down. I felt him suck harder for a moment and knew he was marking me. I reveled in that, eagerly tilting my head to give him even better access. He finally pulled away and looked into my eyes. My body trembled with my need and his eyes told me he felt it. He rolled us, flipping me so that I was under him, my back pressed against the sofa. He braced his arms on either side of me and kept much of his weight off me. While I knew he was worried about hurting me, I wanted his hairy chest and hard cock rubbing against me. I slid an arm around his neck and pulled him down onto me, our lips touched and electricity coursed through me. In seconds we were grinding our hips against each other. I moaned as all that deliciously sexy hair rubbed against my chest, creating a friction that drove me wild. He pulled away, breathless and whispered, "What happens next in your fantasies, babe?" I looked right into his eyes and I told him. No nerves were holding me back now. "You fuck my ass, Nick. Hard. You bend me over and order me to spread my legs and you make my ass yours." "Fucking hot! Yeah..." he growled out and he leaned down and nipped at my jaw. "Yeah, it is hot," I agreed. "Now, are you going to make my fantasy come true tonight or not?" His eyes flashed as he pulled away and he looked at me. His demeanor changed in an instant and he sat up, pulling me up with him so that I was straddling his lap. "Damn right, I'm going to fuck this ass!" He exclaimed as he cupped my ass with his hands. He looked around until his eyes fell on the kitchen doorway. "Follow me," he said and grabbed my hand, leaving me no choice but to follow. "Oh, yeah, this is perfect," he said, pointing to the kitchen table. "Get your ass over there and lean against the table." His voice was commanding and I glanced back at him and a shiver went through me. He looked almost dangerous and I couldn't wait to be his. I hurried over to the table and leaned down, pushing my ass out for him. "God, yes, that's a beautiful ass, baby. Spread your legs a little more." I eagerly complied and he pushed his hard dick up against my ass. I felt it slide between my cheeks and moaned at the contact. "Lube?" he demanded, his breathing growing ragged. "Condoms?" "Lube's in the living room on the end table. I don't have condoms because I wasn't planning this." "Crap! I meant to bring some and forgot." He paused. "I'm tested every few months and I was tested last month. I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone since." I thought about it. I knew him and trusted him. "I was tested recently and I'm clean, too." He left to get it and I heard him flipping it open as he walked back into the kitchen. He turned on the kitchen light and suddenly I felt a little shy and started to stand up. "Fuck, no! You stay with your legs spread for me," he growled out. I trembled at his order. "But, the light..." I started. "The light is letting me see how incredibly sexy you are. I always knew you were hot, Evan. Hell, I jack off to a picture of you that I have on my phone. But, you are even sexier than I even imagined." I blushed at his compliments. The fact that he had a picture of me on his phone made my heart race, too. I tried to brace myself, though. I didn't want to fall for him. I reminded myself I was only looking for a fuck buddy. I wasn't ready for anything serious. Was I? This was just hot sex. Nothing more. Right? I heard him squeeze the lube on his hand and turned back to see him lathering it on his hard as granite dick. Evan's Fantasy He looked at me and smiled. "Besides, without the light, I wouldn't be able to see my cock ramming your ass, now would I?" I shook my head and whispered back to him. "No." I turned back just as his lubed finger slid against my hole. It was cold at first, but the more he circled his finger, the warmer it got. He pushed gently until his finger popped into my ass. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "So tight. I knew you would be tight." "It's been a long time since I've done this," I admitted. "How can that be?" he asked as his finger slid farther in and then twirled around inside, loosening me up. "How can there be a man out there that doesn't want this ass? I mean, you are so fucking hot. And tight. And you look so fucking slutty bent over with your legs spread for me." God, I loved his dirty talk. It made me so fucking hot. And feel slutty. "Do I?" I whispered. "Do you what?" he whispered back, as he slid a second finger in. I groaned at the added girth, but loved the sensation. "Do I look slutty? Do you like me bent over for you?" I asked softly. He stopped fingering my ass for a second. "Did I upset you? Did I go too far?" I pushed my ass back, silently begging for his fingers to move again. He understood and started sliding them in and out, adding a third one. "Evan?" he prompted. Now I was embarrassed. How did I tell him that I wanted to be his slut? Just then his fingers hit that sweet spot and I shook at the incredible feeling that poured through me. Fuck it! I was just going to be honest. "No, you didn't hurt me. Nick, god, Nick... I want to be your slut so bad. I like to feel slutty with you! I ache at night thinking about bending over for you. Don't you know? Don't you know I would let you take me anytime, anywhere?" "That is so hot!" he growled out. "Get ready then. I am about to fuck the hell out of this sweet ass!" He pulled his fingers out and I felt him come closer and line his hard cock up to my asshole. He pushed and I pushed out a little, helping him slide the fat head inside. It popped and I immediately felt pain and cried out a little. He leaned over and caressed my back. "It's okay, baby. Just give it a sec and the pain will be gone." Nick stayed still for a moment until I felt restless and pushed back against him, feeling his rod slide in deeper. Finally he was buried in me and I felt his balls slap against me. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt. "Oh, baby. This is the best...the best I have ever...ohh, yeah." I heard Nick's words and agreed. "Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me hard!" Nick pulled out and slammed back in. No gentleness here. Pure fucking. Hot, hard, sweaty fucking. It was incredible. My entire body thrummed as he pumped his dick in and out, over and over. He grabbed my hip with one hand and snaked the other one around and grabbed my dick, pumping it hard. "Oh, Nick...Nick!" I moaned." "Cum for me, Evan. Give it to me! I'm so closed to cumming." I felt my balls tighten up and my cock swell and suddenly my cum shot out over his hand, all over the kitchen table. Thick, white creamy ropes of cum sprayed out as waves of pleasure flooded my body. My heart was beating so fast, I felt like I had been running a marathon. Colors shot out in front of my eyes and I felt my knees literally start to buckle. "Nick!" I cried out. He held on tight and cried out as I felt his cock empty his white-hot, thick cum into my ass. "Fuck, yeah! Fucking best fuck ever! Evan!" I listened to his passionate cries and felt his cum shoot into me over and over as he filled my ass. It was pure heaven and I squeezed my ass muscles, keeping his dick inside me for as long as possible. Nick collapsed onto me as I fell onto the table, pressing my chest into the wet mess. We were a heap of hot, sweaty, thoroughly fucked men. I giggled a little and he laughed with me. I shook my ass a little and he slapped my hip lightly. "Hey, give me a little time before you get me all worked up again. We have all night, you know!" I laughed. He was right. We did have all night. And I couldn't wait to see how the night progressed. And at some point I meant to ask him about that picture he had of me. I mean, if he had one of me, I was going to take one of him, too. It was only fair, right? Now, if I could just get him to pose naked...