Invitation to Enter - Part One

 I was in my second year at college and as you might imagine not only was I bursting with hormones, I was also super fit. At the time I was a runner (now I’m a triathlete) and didn’t have an ounce of fat. By then I had reached my full height of 5’10” and was well proportioned for my age. My cock seemed to be permanently semi-hard and ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation.

That was when I met Mick. He was about the same height as me, if not a little taller. He was slim with a slight tan, a few freckles and eyes the colour of mahogany. I met him in the library. I was with some new friends when this handsome guy approached. He seemed full of confidence and I was immediately attracted to him. He sat down next to us and began talking with my friends whilst at the same time sneaking glances in my direction. I was stiff in seconds. After a short time he turned his full attention to me and we started talking. He asked all of the questions and I nervously responded, not wanting the conversation to end. Eventually our now mutual friends got bored and left. We stayed and continued our conversation. Eventually, almost unbelievably, Mick asked me if I had seen the latest film that was on at the cinema. When I said I hadn’t he invited me to go with him to see it, making some excuse that everybody else he knew had already seen it. I quickly agreed and we made a date. That was the start of our ever deepening friendship.

We quickly started going out drinking together (legal at 18 in the UK) and would often get quite drunk. It was only then that I would have the nerve to try to turn the conversation round to sex. I was as horny as hell and almost all of my fantasies now involved Mick in some way. However, he didn’t seem to want to play the game. Sure, we would talk about sex and once he even asked me how big my cock was when it was hard. When I told him 7” he laughed and said “Is that all!” You can imagine the effect that had on me. I was desperate to see his hard throbbing cock, to pull gently on his balls while I took the head into my hot mouth. I could imagine the look on his face as I pressed my finger against his butt hole, gently entering him. But that didn’t seem to be on the cards. I was getting more and more frustrated. I would look at his perfect round butt as he walked in front of me, I would plan seemingly innocent ways of getting naked with him and although they sometimes worked (another set of stories) and at times he even seemed to be playing his own games of ‘get Rory naked’ he would never let me see his cock or take the final step of physical contact. That is until the second year of our friendship.

We had been out drinking again and I had gotten a bit more drunk that usual. We were horsing around with our other friends and decided to have a piggy-back race. Mick stood in front of me with his arms in position to catch my legs and I immediately jumped onto his back, mounting him, one leg each side of his hips. He caught my legs as I wrapped my arms over his shoulders placing my hands on his chest. I took the opportunity to place my cheek against his ear and gently kissed his neck without him even noticing. He was too busy concentrating on the race. He began to run jiggling me up and down on his back. It was summer and he was wearing a thin tee shirt and I a pair of thin, tight jeans. I had a raging boner even before he began to run. I knew he must be able to feel it against his back.

Although he was probably the fittest of all of the other guys he managed to run slower, letting them get ahead. Then he started to walk.

“I’m too drunk.” he said. “But I can feel that your not!”

“I know, It’s all this rubbing, I can’t help it. You know what I’m like!” I replied sheepishly. “If you carry on this way I will cum all over your back!” I laughed, pressing my throbbing cock against his back.

“Don’t you dare!” he quickly replied. Then after a pause. “Why don’t you let it out for some air?”

That was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. Without speaking I leaned back and reached to my flies with one hand. I undid my top button and then my flies, quickly pulling my seven inches of throbbing flesh out of my underwear and into the fresh evening air.

“Ahhh! That’s better!” I smiled. By now my voice was trembling with sexual excitement and I wondered what game he had in mind this time. He adjusted his hold on my legs pulling me closer to him and then started to run. My now exposed cock rubbed viciously against the small of his back. For a moment I thought I was going to cum there and then squirting my load all over his shirt, but somehow I held on. Although he was running, I was the one doing all of the panting.

Before I knew it we had caught up with our friends. ‘Oh my God!’ I thought. ‘They are going to see!’ But as usual Mick was the cool one. He pulled me even closer and said to the other guys.

“OK, so you can beat us in a sprint but I bet I can outlast you all! I’m going to carry Rory to his front door. Any challengers?”

Of course there were none. The other guys were all exhausted by now and had already dropped there ‘jockey’s’ to the floor. Mick just laughed and carried on walking. I smiled nervously and held on tight. The other guys said their goodbyes one by one and made their own way home.

The last guy to leave us was called James. He was a small, slim guy with a dark tan and beautiful electric blue eyes. He had been talking all the way but at the same time I got the feeling that he was onto us. He kept looking at the point were Mick's back and my crotch touched, as if trying to see if I was showing a bulge. Little did he know that I was desperately trying to cover my raging, exposed boner. We eventually reached the corner where we normally parted ways.

“Are you really going to carry him all the way home?” He asked.

When Mick said yes, he mischievously replied “Not if I can help it!” and at the same time he forced his hands in between Mick’s back and my chest, trying with all his might to prize us apart. I desperately hung on and Mick tried to swing around but James just followed determinedly, laughing all the while. He soon created a small gap that allowed him to slide his hands lower, straight onto the shaft of my throbbing cock. His eyes opened wide as he held his hands in place. He squeezed my shaft and then let go taking his hands out. I nearly died of fright.

Mick just laughed and said “Find something interesting back there?”

I think that even by the light of the streetlamps you could see how white I had gone.

“Very interesting!” he said softly, looking a little shocked. I held my breath. Then he turned his back and said firmly “My turn!” while standing in position to take me onto his back. Even Mick seemed surprised and hesitated. James insisted “Come on! My turn! Exactly the same way, unless you want me to tell everyone!”

Mick released me and I slowly slid down off his back. My boner was almost painful by now, despite the shock. Mick turned towards me and I saw his eyes flash towards my cock. By now the foreskin had pealed back revealing the glistening head. It stuck out pointing at the sky. The thick shaft and the soft cum-tube clearly visible under the street lights. I didn’t try to hide it because I was captivated by the look of hunger in Mick’s eyes. My cock seemed to be drawing his gaze like a magnet. I could tell he liked what he saw and I wanted to enjoy the power that my pulsating shaft and glistening head seemed to have over him. The cool breeze gently caressed the hot skin of my smooth rod and I trembled. James looked back over his shoulder just as a drop of pre-cum began to ooze from the the tip. He smiled and hitched up the back of his shirt exposing soft warm skin.

“Don’t want to get a damp patch on my shirt, do we?” he chuckled. “Come on! Jump on!” He commanded.

After first taking the opportunity to take hold of my pulsating cock and give it a firm squeeze, causing waves of pleasure to run through my ass cheeks and legs, and quickly lifting my heavy balls so that they too were exposed to the air, I did as he said and mounted him. My stiff rod pressed into the hollow of his back, a perfect fit. I sighed with pleasure as the pressure squeezed even more pre-cum from my fuck tube, lubricating and easing the friction between it and James’s back and allowing it to slide easily up and down. I could feel the heat of his back gently warming my balls. It was ecstasy!

“This is turning out to be an interesting night!” remarked Mick as we turned in the direction of my home.