I Hate Driving in London

This story contains adult males having sex. If this offends you then please leave. You have been warned.

I hate driving in London. I will go to any lengths to avoid it
normally. Road works everywhere, Buses in your way, one way systems I
always get lost in... So why am I doing it now?

"SHIT!"

How on earth did I get talked into this? Ryan can be such a selfish
bastard sometimes. Why did he have to choose the club on the other side of
the city? There must have been strip clubs closer to home, but no... they
wouldn't do apparently.

What's he even doing in a strip club? He has a girlfriend. A pregnant
girlfriend at that and it's not like that's stopped them fucking as much as
they like from what I can hear. Maybe if we didn't all live together...
When the 4 of us moved in together, Ryan and his girlfriend in one room and
me with my girlfriend in another it made things a lot harder for everyone.
When we all lived separately we all got on so much better, and at 20 you
aren't always that tidy and house proud, we certainly weren't. It was too
many people in too smaller space. It's a shame we can't move out on our
own, but that's global recession for you I suppose.

I finally see him, drunk as fuck and sitting on the curb. I am not
looking forward to dealing with him right now.

"Hey dude, did you have a good night"

"ALEX! I am so wasted!"

"I can tell man. How was the club?"

"Man, all those chicks were taking there clothes off and dancing
about"

"Yeah, I believe that is what usually happens at a strip joint"

"No man you don't get it, there were getting naked all for me"

"Yeah, ok, wow... Just get in the car Ryan."

After 5 minutes of trying to get him upright and walk the 10 paces to
the car we are off back home again. At fucking last.

"Dude, you should have seen those birds, they were so horny. I
would've fucked any one of them right there"

"Mm hmm."

I really don't want to be hearing this. Right now not even hot
strippers are enough to make me want to do anything but punch Ryan in the
face for keeping me up and then going straight to bed.

"Man, my cock is still rock solid"

He grabs my hand of the wheel and puts it on his crotch.

"Just feel it man, that's how hot those chicks were."

Now I'm really pissed off and pull my hand free.

"Okay, 1, I never want to touch your cock again and 2, I'm fucking
DRIVING. Do not pull my hand away."

This kind of behaviour from him is really getting on my nerves. Sure
it can be a bit of a laugh sometimes on a night out with the lads, that's
what lads do sometimes after the 10th drink. But now he is just a drunk
loser.

"What were you even doing there anyway? The noises you and Sandra
make keep up the whole neighbourhood, it's not like you needed to get laid
tonight, and this is before I remind you that the rent is due next week,
how much did you spend?"

"Don't worry about the fucking rent alright, I've got it."

"Okay fine."

The rest of the ride home was in complete silence. I was OK with
it. It was only after we parked up, I carried him up the 3 flights of
stairs to our flat that the silence was broken.

"Dude, I need a slash"

"What do you want? Applause? You know where the toilet is."

He looked at me blankly.

"Oh come on then."

I shoved him towards the bathroom closed the door on him and went
into the kitchen. I was too worked up to go to bed now, I would only wake
up Chloe and then she'd be all stroppy with me. I reached for the whisky
bottle and a glass. Knocking back a few would help me sleep easier, and who
knows it may make drunk Ryan funny instead of annoying.

10 minutes and 4 whiskeys later he stumbled into the room.

"Mate. Those girls were so hot. This one chick... Ana, she had the
most magnificent tits, and when she bent over..."

As his description of all the strippers continued the alcohol started
kicking in, my annoyance just started drifting away, and my cock was
starting to take some interest in what it was hearing.

Ryan was rubbing the front of his jeans

"She had the tightest arse I have ever seen man. I would have gone in
there like that. I would've banged that chick so hard."

He tailed off, drifting into fantasy.

I was playing with my cock now too, through the pocket of my jeans. I
closed my eyes, leaned back on the counter and thought of all the stuff I
would like to be doing right now.

I could picture that strippers tits, I could almost feel them
resting on my chest as she lay on top of me, kissing me, teasing me.

I opened my eyes and I saw Ryan, more out of it than me, cock out and
showing it no mercy. Now I was a rugby player for years in school, so I had
seen my fair share of male nudity in the showers and stuff, but this was
new to me. People always joked about what went on in the locker room but if
that was true I had never seen any of it.

He had a long cock, a bit longer than mine. Maybe about 8 inches.
Some blond pubes he obviously trimmed back. It looked impressive. It seemed
a bit un proportional. He's shorter than me, about 5ft11 to my 6ft1. He's
blond to my dark. I've still got the rugby build, where he's a skinny
little thing. He always gets the piss taken out of him for how he prentends
he's a muscled Greek god or something.

He was enjoying himself. He was totally relaxed about which was
cool. He looked up and saw me staring, and he saw the bulge in my jeans
too. He smiled at me. I smiled back. I wasn't as weirded out as I thought I
would be. I rubbed the front of my jeans. It felt really good. I just
wanted to get at my cock. I pulled it out and started playing. At 7.5
inches I have always liked my cock, it looks good on me. It has a very
slight curve in it and what I like the most, my big balls. I love playing
with them.

He walked on over and leaned back on the counter next to me.

"Impressive"

"Thanks"

We laughed a bit under our breath. We were both wanking in nice long
strokes, we were quite a sight.

"Your balls are huge mate"

He reached over and took them in his hand. I didn't protest this
time, this felt good. He stroked my sack, cupped my balls in his hand,
played with them gently, teasing them... It felt so hot.

All thoughts of our girlfriends or the strippers were now long gone
from our minds. It was all about what was going on right now. Our cocks,
wanking, cumming and how much fun it was doing this with another guy,
you're mate.

His hand moved up and took hold of my cock. I took my hands away and
he started to rub me, up and down, up and down. It felt so good to have
someone else's hands on my cock. Especially someone who knew what they were
doing, he was making me feel so good. I reached out to grab his cock
too. It was strange. I had never done this with another guy. It was strange
to feel someone else's cock in my hand. It felt a little less thick than
mine, the head was bigger, it was almost dripping with precum... and it was
facing the other way than mine... That felt strange.

I started rubbing it. With one hand I had the shaft, wanking it nice
and slow, with my other hand I started playing with his balls, I like that
when people do that to me, but then I changed and started rubbing the head
of his cock. He threw his head back and started moaning. He liked that. I
started to jerk him faster. He was loving that too.

But then he pulled away a bit. Looked me straight in the eyes and
whispered.

"I have a secret to tell you. While I was waiting for you, I saw that
hot stripper, Ana, in the ally behind the club. She gave me a blow job."

"Yeah, bet that was hot."

Half an hour ago I would have been shocked and told him off for what
he did to his girlfriend, but now it just sounded so hot, I was so horny, I
just wanted to hear about the hot blowjob.

"best fucking blowjob ever"

"Yeah, what did she do?"

"She did this thing. I had never felt anything like it before man. It
felt so good"

He put his hand back on my cock, and me too to him, we started
jerking each other, harder, more intense than before. Some new atmosphere
was between us, I could feel his cock getting harder as he remembered what
the girl had been doing to him. He was leaking everywhere. His whole body
began to shake with excitement.

"She was licking the head of it, and hen took it all down,
deepthroating it like. Then kept on coming back up and licking all off the
head and, like all underneath."

"That sounds... that sounds great... oh... so great"

He was wanking me harder and harder, just how I like it, I was
getting so close.

"It was just like... like..."

He trailed off. Stepped back, I was confused, what was he doing? I
was getting so close.

He dropped down on his knees, held my cock.

"Like..."

He looked up at me, a blurry kind of look in his eyes, but horny, he
wanted something...

"Like this"

He wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and licked the
head. It was the most intense feeling... I never expected this, when he got
down on his knees I didn't expect... I don't know what I expected but...

"Uh"

I let out a little moan and a gasp. He was licking all around the
head of my cock, and then tried to go down on it. His tongue was on the
underside of my cock, that always feels the best. His hand was on the base
of my cock, jerking it ever so slightly. His other hand was on my balls,
playing with them, caressing them. He kept on trying to go down further but
he couldn't, he gave up and just went back to the head. He licked it all
over. Sucked it. Ran his hands all over it, played with that spot just
below the head. The spot which always takes me over the edge...

He drew his head away. He kept on jerking me off.

"Oh, Oh, Mmmmm, Oh my guh"

Somehow I remembered to be as quiet as I could.

He ran his tongue over that special bit of my cock again and I
came. I was moaning, and I was cumming.

I shot my load. It came spurting out of me, once, twice, and then it
seemed to keep on coming. I had shot all over the floor. It felt so
amazing, the release from that tension, how close this guy was to me, how
this guy had taken my cock, had made me cum. It all felt so strong,
stronger then before, and so so good.

Ryan was on his knees, eyes closed, he was close to cumming.

"and then, when I was about to come, she pulled away and I shot my
load all on her face, all in her mouth, it looked so... so... I'm
cum... Mmmmmmmmm"

He sprayed his load all over the place, there was a huge pool of our
sperm all on the floor between us.

His eyes were still closed. Had he even realised what he had done?
That he had sucked me off? At first we were just wanking together but by
the end... Was he just back with that girl in the alley?

He stood up and walked away. Out of the kitchen and straight to his
room. He had a little smile on his face. I don't know what he was
thinking. He closed the door behind him. He didn't look back at me.

I found a chair and sat down. Trying to recover from the most intense
orgasm I had ever had, from the insanity of what had just happened, from
the combined high of the alcohol and the orgasm combined and from the fact
that it was a guy, and that guy was Ryan.

I cleaned up the cum with a paper towel. I went into my room, got
undressed and got into bed. I didn't wake my girlfriend. I rolled over and
tried to go to sleep. I didn't know what to think about it. I still don't
know...

*** That was my first ever attempt at creative writing, erotic or
otherwise. All criticism positive or negative gratefully received at
stefanf88 at googlemail dot com.