Big Gay Roland as John the Gay Lover

A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the
hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked
guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several
nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at
the complex's course.

He had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where
ever he went. We became great, close friends--threw many parties
for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out
together. We "doubled" often and John always had a great looking
date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length
of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked
him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5'6" tall, but very
well built and confident.

He was also a real practical joker and, if some stunt of his was too much for me, I'd fall back on my college
football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss
him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.
On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw
it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap Halloween
wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his
thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him
open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into
the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised
me he'd get me when I least expected it.

Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed
a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.
Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour
or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting
aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress.

The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against
them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my
stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing
myself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me
up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an
earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and
looked at the bed. There was that little shit John under the bed,
the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me
on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must
have slipped into my apartment, crawled under the bed, and waiting
for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was
standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.

Embarrassed, I scream "You fucking dummy", and yanked him to his
feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackle brought
him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him
down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked,
embarrassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on.
John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled,
I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling
and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing
as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was
sure he would notice in a second that I wasn’t just still hot from
humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was
and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing
into each other's shoulder about my predicament.

His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and
I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs.
He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to
be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but
I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered
in my ear "Got you Dave."

I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped
again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must
have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my
knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and
my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment.
The John responded--his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut
ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my
thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge
in his pants against me. I felt weak. He kissed my neck and I felt
his cock throb against mine.

The he rolled me onto my back and my rock hard shaft stood up and plopped against my belly. Cupping my
balls in his hand, he gripped the base of my cock in his fist. I
looked down as he began to stroke my shaft and squeeze its head.
He rotated his thumb and forefinger firmly around that achingly
sensitive ridge at the base of my swollen glans, and my cock pulsed
so hard it lifted his hand. I groaned and he started to slip his
free hand under the small of my back. I arched to let his arm go
around me, and my legs slid wide apart.

As he stroked down to the base of my cock, my thighs stiffened with arousal. I hoped he would
want to suck me, He rubbed my balls gently and played with the hair
between my legs, then I rolled into him and felt the coldness of
his belt buckle against the hot tip of my dick. I ached to explode
but didn't know what I should do next. Trembling, I reached between
us and rubbed John's cock through his pants. It was a wild sensation
to feel a friend's hard cock throb against my hand while the moistness
of his excitement soaked through the cloth and wet my fingers.

We were both kind of stunned. I think at being aroused like this,
but we let the excitement play out. "Let's do this right" he whispered.
He took off his shirt, then rolled away and I heard him unbuckle
and unzip his pants. He sat up and pulled them off. I watched his
bare back muscles flex at the effort. The he lay back and I could
see his flat lower abdomen, the dark curly hair at the base of his
long, solid cock and the untanned skin of his hips. It was
gloriously different to feel him roll naked against me, feel my dick
rub against his hot cock, feel my leg slip between his hairy legs
and his cool, moist hands cupping my ass and grinding me against
him as I pulled him to me.

He rubbed his chin through the hair on my chest and nipped the tip of my right nipple between his teeth.
A sensational shock ran from there to my groin. I came instantly.
In torrents!! I seemed to cum in waves forever, and I continued
to throb as he ground his cock to orgasm against mine. When he came,
he moaned quietly as if we might get caught by someone.
I told him I needed to clean up and got up and turned on the bathroom
light. I pulled the bed together while he got up to wash himself
and I began to recover some poise and started to laugh about what
had just transpired. "What's so funny?" he asked, and I walked
to the bathroom doorway to explain, feeling a little guilty about
what we had done. John was wiping his belly with a washcloth, the
water dripped down to his groin and glistened in the hair there.
He was still hard, and as he wiped I felt that weak feeling again.
I watched him rub the cloth over the shaft of his dick. He had
a Huge cock for such a little guy.

A tenseness showed in his eyes, and I looked away and stepping
into the shower. "Want to do this right too?" I asked. He ducked
under the spray with me. I rubbed our cum from my body. he took
my soft prick in one hand and stroked his hardness with the other.
I began to get hard again watching him stroke us both. The he knelt
in the spray and slid my half-hard cock into his mouth. He sucked
me until I was as hard as I had been earlier, concentrating his tongue
on the tip of my cock, and all around the tip.

I stepped out of the spray and pulled John more into it and knelt
before him. I explored his body with my mouth. His hard cock pulsed
against my chest and neck as I buried my face in the matted wet hair
that ran from his belly to his groin. I took the shaft in my hand
and put my mouth over the tip. It was warm, wet, tautly smooth and
solid. John moaned, still softly, and slid his hands around the
back of my neck. I thought he wanted me to suck him deeper and I
tried to swallow the whole length of his shaft, I couldn't, so I
sucked all around the tip, running my tongue around the firm ridge
there as he had done to mine. I could taste a bit of his cum and
began to feel hot again. I bobbed my head, sliding his dick into
my mouth as far as I could go without gagging.

Returning to the tip and then sucking him deeper, I got into it. I sucked and licked
him firmly until he began to pump himself to his own special rhythm.
He came very hard, staggering against me, and moaning loudly, his
prick jerking as his come spilled onto my tongue. I swallowed his
warm load and then sucked him until his trembling stopped. John
pulled me to my feet, and he whispered "Thanks buddy!" and kissed
me deep, sharing the taste of the load he had just given me.

John and I repeated that shower scene many times, and slept together
whenever mutual lust presented itself. The ironic thing about my
experience with John is that it was my first experience with another
man. One I will never forget!!