Fosta

 The next day, Sunday, I woke up around 5pm, dragging ass from not
having slept very well. You can probably guess why. Smile. As I followed
my waking routine and staggered, half asleep, to the bathroom, I noticed
the house was unusually quiet. Upon further investigation, I discovered
that I was home alone. No Fosta, no Scott... no one. I was majorly
bummed.

After cleaning up, I puttered around the house for a couple hours (hoping
someone would show up,) then finally gave up and began fixing myself
something to eat. I was in the middle of pouring hot spaghetti into a
colander in the kitchen sink when the phone rang. My buddy, Rob. He
has a total bone for my dancer friend, Steph, and wanted me to go hit the
strip club with him where she works. Why not? It was my night off, and
there certainly wasn't anything going on at home! We made plans for him
to pick me up at about 8:30.

I went back to my spaghetti, turning up the stereo to get in a party mood,
and was in the middle of chowing down when there was a loud banging at
the door. Figuring it was Rob, early to pick me up (it was about 8 by
then,) I threw open the door in a wild gesture to find Scott standing on the
porch. Oops.

Feeling like a complete idiot, I quickly invited him in and turned the music
down. I soon found out that he'd come by earlier and, not seeing Fosta's
car, hadn't stopped. This time, he'd decided to stop and check, thinking
perhaps she'd loaned her car to someone. When he found out she wasn't
home, he stammered a little and asked if he could wait a few minutes to
see if she showed up. Sure! Smile.

I told him to have a seat, asked if he wanted a Coke, then went into the
kitchen and quietly speed dialed Rob. I was going to cancel on him. No
answer. Of course. I tried to sit and chat with Scott, but he was acting
nervous and very self-conscious, so I told him that I needed to get
dressed, flipped on the TV for him and went to jump in some clothes.
When I came back, trying to make conversation, he asked where I was
going. The look on his face when I told him 'Diamonds' was priceless. My
answer hadn't been what he was expecting. He quickly asked...

" The strip club... Diamonds? "

I couldn't help but smile as I watched him try and process that, then Rob
was at the door. Poor Scott looked even more confused when I
introduced him to my pussy hound friend. We all talked for a few minutes,
about strip clubs, over priced drinks and chasing dancer pussy, when Rob
(bless his little heart) suddenly invited Scott to join us. Scott didn't know
what to say at first, but Rob and I quickly tag-teamed him, and a few
minutes later we were all headed to Diamonds. Smile.

What a great night out that was. Being a Sunday, it wasn't very crowded,
and the music wasn't turned up quite as loud as on busier nights. The
best part? Since it was slow, the dancers were able to hang out off stage
more. That means, not long after arriving, Steph appeared (very scantily
clad) and slithered onto my lap, planting a big kiss on me. I love being
buddies with dancers. They love to fawn all over you, and you end up
being surrounded by cute, horny guys all night. Which, by the way, is
how I met Rob.

Scott was completely mind boggled by the events of the evening. He
didn't know what to think about two gay dudes (he wasn't sure about Rob)
going to a strip club and having dancers crawl all over them. He didn't
understand it, but he enjoyed it. By the time the club closed (at midnight,)
he'd had a few beers, had loosened up and was actually having a pretty
good time.

Rob, always hot for Steph, wanted to follow her to another club and party
some more. Seeing Scott check his watch, I said that I was ready to call it
a night. I had ridden to the bar with Rob, and since Scott had driven his
truck, he quickly volunteered to give me a ride home, saying he had to
work in the morning and needed to head home anyway.

Scott eagerly chatted with me about dancers and titties on the way home,
gradually becoming more and more quiet the closer we got. By the time
he pulled up to the curb in front of the house, he was acting nervous and
self-conscious again. Fosta's car was home, and there was a light on in
the living room, so it wasn't hard to convice him to come in. He'd been
staring at naked women for the past three hours, so I knew he was horny
and wouldn't mind getting some quick play time in with Fosta before
heading home. As a side note, over the past couple months he'd
separated from his wife and, although still living at home, was sleeping in
their spare bedroom.

I wasn't surprised to find the house quiet when we walked in. When I went
out at night, Fosta usually left a lamp on in the living room for me when
she went to bed. There was a slightly awkward moment between us after
Scott noticed Fosta wasn't up. I asked him to have a seat, but he
stammered a little and said...

" I should probably be heading home. "

I said "well, okay," which was followed by a short, very heavy silence
before he made for the door. He thanked me for inviting him to the club,
saying he had a good time, then was on the porch. He paused, jamming
his hands in his pockets, and said...

" I guess I'll see you next time I'm over. "

I said, "sounds good, have a good night." He said "goodnight," then
turned and started down the steps. I flipped the porch light on, watching
him walk to the gate, then closed the door.

Bummed, I hit the bathroom to take a piss and grab a quick shower before
vegging out in front of the tube for a while. I was standing at the toilet, in
mid stream, when there was a soft knock at the door. Quickly finishing the
task at hand, I opened the door to find Scott on the porch again, hands
still stuffed in his pockets. He stammered a little, looking everywhere but
at me,and said...

" I'm not very good at all of this. I don't really know how it works... what I'm
supposed to do. "

My stomach suddenly tying in knots, I didn't know what to say. I just stood
there, holding the door. He glanced over at the neighbor's house, clearing
his throat a little, and added...

" I don't even know if...you're interested...or not. I just thought, if you were,
we could maybe try something...you know, sometime. If you wanted. "

He was completely embarrassed, and I thought it was incredibly sexy. He
was scared to make eye contact, but kept sneaking little glances at me to
try and read my face. I simply took a step back and held the door...

" You wanna come in? "

He hesitated for a second, then awkwardly walked in and stood by the
couch (intently focusing on the bottom of Fosta's bedroom door.) I placed
a hand lightly on his lower back for a moment as I walked around him,
then planted myself squarely in front of him. We finally locked eyes, and I
tried to keep my voice low and steady...

" What would you like to do? "

He quickly glanced over at Fosta's door, then stammered...

" You mean...right here? "

I couldn't hold back a small smile at his cute nervousness, and motioned
towards my room with my head...

" Come on. "

He followed me into the bedroom, hands still jammed in his pockets, and
stood at the foot of my bed. He'd never been in my room before, and
glanced around as I closed the door. I put my hand on his back again,
standing slightly behind him, and he slowly turned to face me. He quietly
cleared his throat and said, nearly whispering...

" I don't really know what to do. "

I smiled and stepped forward, slipping my hands between his arms and his
body, and held his waist...

" We can do whatever you want. "

We locked eyes for another brief moment, then I leaned forward and
gently kissed his neck. I felt his body go stiff under my touch, but kept my
mouth on his neck and slowly nibbled on him. He raised his head a little,
as I kissed under his chin, and whispered...

" I don't want to... kiss or anything. "

I already knew that, but simply said "okay." Pulling gently at the collar of
his t-shirt, moving my mouth down his neck, I said...

" Why don't you take off your shirt. "

He quickly untucked his shirt and slipped it over his head, tossing it on
the bed. I moved in on that incredible chest, finally getting to taste the
small swirls of hair, as he very awkwardly placed a hand on my arm.
Working my way down to his nipples, I could see that the bulge in his
jeans was getting bigger, and slid my left hand from his waist to gently
caress the ridges of his flat stomach.

Encountering his belt, I slowly unfastened it, then let my hand move down
to his crotch. His bulge was a thick, hard lump in his jeans, and I could
feel it growing under my hand. Scott let out a small, nervous breath, then
slowly unbuttoned his jeans.

I stopped tasting his chest long enough to watch him pull the jeans open,
my mouth watering at the sight of his snug white briefs, which were filled
with a thick wad of cock. His big dick, which he tucked, was trying to lift in
his briefs, making his bulge look like he had a softball stuffed in his
underwear. It was incredible.

Not able to resist the temptation, I slipped a hand inside his jeans and
cupped his thick bulge, feeling the shaft with my fingers. I slowly slid my
hand further down and felt his thickening head, tucked under his big nuts,
as he pushed at his jeans and let them drop around his knees.

Anxious to taste his incredible cock, I glanced up, as I squeezed his
growing bone, and said...

" Why don't we get undressed. "

We separated and quickly stripped. He had a head start on me, so by the
time I was nude he was standing at the foot of the bed, nervously rubbing
one of his arms. His body was amazing. His big cock was hanging, half
hard, between his legs, and I had a sudden, strong urge to kiss him.

Instead, I dropped on the bed and said "come here," watching his beautiful
form as he joined me. Lying on his side, facing me, I quietly told him to lay
on his back, then moved in on that incredible cock. It was heavy as I
picked it up, slowly stroking it a little before leaning over to close my
mouth on the head. He let out a soft sigh as my tongue tickled his big
head, then raised up on his elbows so he could watch me take him in my
mouth. I slid down, taking his full, half-hard length down my throat, and he
whispered...

" That feels good. "

His cock quickly got hard as I began sucking it, and it wasn't long before I
couldn't take all of it anymore. I concentrated on what I could handle,
about seven inches, pumping it with my mouth as I gripped the thick base
with one hand. I milked his big stick for about ten minutes, stopping
occasionally to tongue the head, before pulling off to give his nuts some
attention.

They were big and soft, covered with hair, and I nursed them one at a time
while letting one hand stroke his fat dick. I slowly worked my way down,
kissing and sucking the thick ridge below his nuts, drinking in the taste
and smell of his hairy crotch. His breathing became heavy as I tongued
the groove behind his balls, gently raising his knees and spreading his
legs to give me better access.

Desperately wanting to taste his ass, I crawled between his legs and
gripped his thighs, pushing them up, towards his chest. He let out another
quick breath at being 'handled,' and whispered...

" What are you doing? "

Pushing his legs forward had lifted his butt off the bed, spreading his ass,
and I didn't bother answering his question, but simply leaned over to bury
my tongue in his pink ass crack. He let out an involuntary groan as my
tongue touched his tightly puckered little asshole, and I felt a small shiver
ripple through his entire body. As I slowly pushed my tongue into him, he
gasped and urgently whispered...

" Oh, God, Fosta does that. "

Surprised, I paused and looked up long enough to ask...

" Was she the first to do this to you? "

His head was tipped back, and he was eagerly stroking his cock.

" Yeah. "

I smiled and turned my attention back to his pink little hole, asking (before I
buried my tongue in it again)...

" Do you like it? "

Feeling my tongue on his flexing little anus again, he groaned...

" Oh, yes. "

I hungrily ate his ass for a while, pausing only to watch him stroke his cock
now and then, before finally releasing his legs and crawling back up his
body to taste his neck some more. I was laying partially on top of him,
with my hard cock against his arm, when I felt his hand cautiously touch
my bone and then lightly close around it. He awkwardly stroked me as I
tongued his neck and ear, so I gave him a quiet reward...

" That feels good. "

He roughly stroked a little faster, so I dropped a hand and coaxed him to
pump slower, guiding his hand. I wanted to get back to eating his
delicious cock, but waited to let him stroke me for a few minutes. His eyes
were closed as I kissed his jawline, and I couldn't resist moving up to kiss
his face. His razor stubble felt wonderful against my lips, and I had to fight
back a strong urge to slide over and kiss his mouth. He kept pumping my
horny cock as I explored his face with my lips, eventually opening his eyes
as he turned his head and whispered...

" Would you blow me some more? "

He didn't have to ask twice! I eagerly moved back to his long dick, finding
his thick head slick and shiny with precum. It tasted wonderful, and I
stroked his cock a little, squeezing more of his sweet juice into my mouth.
I began pumping him again and, several minutes later, felt his hand on the
back of my head, coaxing me to take more of his length down my throat. I
tried to relax, and slid down further, taking all but a couple inches of his
long, thick shaft. He groaned and I felt his fingers grip the back of my
head as he whispered...

" Stay right there for a moment. Don't move. "

I held his big cock in my throat, fighting back the urge to gag, and waited
for him to release me so I could begin pumping again. I felt his fat dick flex
in my mouth several times, then a flood of cum suddenly exploded into my
throat. He groaned and thrusted his hips off the bed, shoving his cock all
the way down my throat for a moment before I pulled back and worked to
gulp down his thick, spurting load. He quietly gasped and moaned as the
cum emptied from his big, hairy nuts, then slowly relaxed against the bed.

As I withdrew, I milked every drop of salty sperm from his cock, then sat
back on the bed and played with his big toy as he recovered from his
orgasm. Every few moments, another pearl of cum would appear on his
head as I stroked him, and I'd lean over to close my mouth on his head
and tongue it off.

Finally, he opened his eyes and just laid there, watching me play with his
softening cock for a few minutes before saying that he needed to go take
a piss. Getting up, he pulled his jeans on, not bothering to zip them, and
quietly opened the bedroom door and slipped into the hallway. It
reminded me of that first time I'd seen him leave Fosta's room, pants
unzipped, giving me my first, brief peek at his thick bush of pubic hair. My
cock was aching like mad!

I figured our encounter was over, and rolled over on my back and stroked
my cock a little while I waited for him to return. When he came back,
catching me jacking my dick, he climbed on the bed (with his jeans on)
and took over stroking it for me. Watching the gorgeous 'straight' dude
jack my cock, I shot my load within a couple minutes. He pumped me until
I finished shooting, then sat back and looked at the cum on his hand while
I grabbed a handful of Kleenex from a box on my night table.

After we both cleaned up (his hand and my entire chest,) he did a long,
lazy stretch then sat up on the edge of the bed. I was waiting for him to
say...

" Well, I really should be heading home."

He surprised me, and asked...

" You got any Cokes in the fridge? "

He returned a few minutes later with one for each of us, took a long swig
off his, then set it (carefully) on the floor beside the bed and took his jeans
off again. Stunned, I watched him climb back on the bed, pick up the
Coke, then lean against the headboard. He took another long drink, then
said...

" I just wanna relax for a few minutes before we do anything else. "

Amazed, I slid beside him and took a swig off my drink. We sat there
insilence for a few minutes before he said...

" Do you like to get fucked? "

Determined I was NOT going to get impaled by that monster cock, I said...

" Well, not really. "

He took another drink, then...

" That's cool. "

Another couple minutes of silence. I was looking at his big, beautiful
penis, laying between his legs, when it flexed a little. I watched as it
slowly began to grow, lifting against his leg. He took another long pull off
his soda, then asked...

" Do you feel like getting off again? "

Silly question. By the time Scott left, around 4am, we'd both gotten off
three times. I fell asleep to the smell of his cologne on my sheets and the
taste of his cum in mouth. I slept like a baby.

I found out the next day (from Fosta) that she and Scott had planned the
previous evening. Yes, he'd come by the house twice, but not to see if
Fosta was home. He'd been trying to get up the nerve to stop and knock
on the door. When Fosta had gotten home later, and no one was there,
she'd become worried that something had happened and spent the night
calling his house repeatedly (pissing off his wife,) not knowing, of course,
that we'd gone to the strip club.

When we finally got home from the club, Scott almost left because he was
nervous about doing anything with Fosta there. When we eventually
made it into the bedroom, Fosta's ear had been plastered against her
bedroom wall, listening! She'd gone to bed after hearing the groan of
Scott's first orgasm. By the time I crawled out of bed that day, around
lunch, she was sitting in the living room with a wide grin on her face.

Evil bitch! Smile.

Fosta and I 'shared' Scott for the next few months, when she decided (on
a whim, this past spring) to move to Oxnard, California, where she'd grown
up. I went and spent a very wild week with her this summer, then came
home to my empty house. Scott and his wife have since filed for divorce,
and he's moved into his own apartment. I actually offered him Fosta's old
room, but I think he was a little scared I'd try and coax him into having a
'relationship.' He definitely likes chasing pussy, and still joins Rob and I
for an occasional night at Diamonds, but usually ends up squirming
around on my bed thrusting his dick in my mouth before the night's over.
Smile.