Lost Innocence

[Rawdad4sons]

The haze was beginning to clear from Abe’s brain as the activities of the previous night slowly began to come back to him in a jumble of thoughts. Abe was in a bed - that much his senses told him were true. There was a comfortable mattress and sheets beneath his body and he had at least a sheet and a blanket on top of his body, but precisely whose bed he was not certain. Almost afraid to open his eyes, he reached down his naked torso and felt his midsection. It was sticky and his cock was half hard still. His ass was a bit sore and he felt a trickle of moisture in his crack. He lifted one eye lid and peeked around the room: he was indeed in a strange bedroom - although it seemed vaguely familiar. He opened the other eye and glanced around the dimly lit room. Nothing out of the ordinary was in sight to give Abe any idea of whose bed he had awaken.

He heard the shower running in the adjoining bath area, and also heard someone humming. Then the humming was replaced by a male voice singing some pop song. The voice sounded familiar and it took him a few seconds to place the voice in his head. Shit, he thought as the realization hit him. The room, that voice: they belonged to Scott, his best friend's little brother. He tried to remember. Had he slept with Scott? Had they had sex? Did Scott use protection with him? Abe was no novice at barebacking, but he was not sure if he wanted to breed or be bred by Scott. He heard the shower turn off and Scott step out of the shower enclosure. Did Abe have time to gather his clothing, to dress and run out or should he lay there and pretend he was still asleep, and simply wait until Scott left for work? He had spent the night at Scott’s apartment before, however this was the first time it was in Scott's bed. Usually, after a late night of poker, Abe crashed on the couch and Ted was also usually there, crashed out on the loveseat. Abe rolled over and feigned sleep as Scott emerged from the bathroom.

Scott looked over at the bed and saw his conquest of the last evening laying there ever so peacefully, or so he thought. He fought the urge to climb back into bed with the man after whom he had lusted since he was 12. Eight years of unrequited fantasies had came true last night and he wasn’t sure if he was willing to let go of the new reality which presented itself. He had gone out with some of his friends when they dared him to go to a gay bar for those 18 and over. Of course his buddies were not aware he had done so without them for the last couple of years. He accepted the dare with the stipulation they had to come as well and had to leave their attitudes towards gays at the door and accept anything which might occur, such as getting hit on. They had to act as if they were gay as well - whatever that meant. Scott had kept his homosexuality a closely guarded secret around his friends although he suspected they knew but were nice enough to say anything.

In any event, when Scott and three of his best friends entered the club around nine o’clock, they all got a soda from the bar. The dance floor was just starting to heat up when his best friend Frank was approached by a muscle stud of about 23, he asked Frank to dance and he was dragged out onto the floor, Frank was a good sport about it and gyrated with the best of the queers out on the floor. He even allowed the muscle stud to take off his shirt, exposing his slender but ripped body. After the muscle stud began dirty dancing with Frank, including some very hot skin on skin gyrating, Frank called it quits and the muscle stud disappeared for a few moments. On returning to his friends, Frank the guys all razed him about his performance on the dance floor. Frank was flustered, and upon inspection was actually somewhat hard in his shorts. About then the muscle stud returned with a soda for the four friends, and as they began to drink the beverage each guy began to feel a bit buzzed. It turned-out the muscle stud had mildly spiked the drinks and as a consequence the four friends began to loosen up and gyrate to the music. Frank and the muscle stud went back to the dance floor and Tim and Bob began dancing together as well. Before Scott knew it, he saw Tim and Bob actually making out, and muscle stud had his hands and lips all over Frank. It was 10:30 and the place was starting to hop. Scott had to take a piss so he headed off in the direction of the restroom. Halfway across the floor his heart skipped a beat as he caught site of Abe, the best man at his brother’s wedding. Scott continued on to the rest room and while standing at the trough urinating, Tim came in and stood beside him. Then much to Scott's amazement, Tim went to his knees and directed Scott's piss into his mouth. This unnerved Scott a bit but he knew Tim had a kinky side so did his best to finish pissing as Tim drank his fluids. Then Scott pulled his cock from Tim’s mouth, zipped-up his pants and left the rest room, passing Bob on his way out. Scott was sure Bob would soon find his new playmate having fun at the urinal.

The evening buzzed by for both Scott and Abe as they passed one another on the floor, each buzzed on different substances. Abe had come with some friends to celebrate one of a birthday, and several men had bought him drinks. Scott, although he thought he was drinking only soda supplied by the muscle guy, was actually being plied with soda laced with a little alcohol as well as a few mind altering/ mood enhancing drugs. Naturally Scott was feeling utterly horny and wanted to fuck like a rabbit. When Scott and Abe finally actually met-up on the dance floor, the muscle guy was forgotten and sparks flew and Abe was all over his friend's little brother. As closing time came Abe and Scott both drove to Abe's house, which, by happen chance was closer to the club than Scott's. Once there Scott and Abe made out in the living room and eventually ended up in the bedroom. Scott undressed, and likewise undressed Abe. Finally Scott was able to suck on the cock about which he had fantasied for these long years, ever since, when still a youth, he had met Abe. Of course Scott's infatuation with Abe had been enticed when they crossed paths at Scott's brother's wedding, even more so when Scott got to hug the best man upon his departure. Throughout his teen years Scott favorite jerk off material was his mental image Abe making love to him, and here he was - with Abe’s eight inches sliding down his throat. Abe held his head in place while he fucked Scott’s throat and almost made him gag on the intrusive rod. All the while Scott was being face fucked, he was simultaneously finger-fucking himself, preparing himself for what he hoped would happen. This was not the mark of a slut, per se, more a move of prudence - Scott was all-but an anal virgin, so naturally his ass squirmed as he opened himself up, but he worked-through the discomfort, determined to give himself fully to Abe.

Scott soon was on his back as Abe slowly slid down his torso, freeing his cock from the confines of Scott's mouth and dragging it down his chest and abdomen till their cocks began a duel for supremacy. Abe’s slightly larger cock won out as it snaked beneath Scott's balls and into Scott's ass crack. Abe lifted Scott’s legs and began feasting on his tender hole, driving his tongue deep into the younger man's sphincter, lubricating him with ample spit. Abe slid his angry rod between Scott's cheeks, his cockhead breaching Scott's sphincter, into his tight hole, moving slowly at first, then picking up speed. Soon he was ramming himself home with every stroke. Scott and Abe were in a frenzy of rutting that soon ended with Scott pulling off Abe just as Abe began blasting his cream from his cock, Scott sat back down on the cock pushing the creamy mixture back into his orifice and taking Abe’s load deep into his gut. Abe was sated, but needing more, he pulled the boy back down on his torso begging to be seeded in return. Scott was still hard as a rock from the excitement of coupling with his fantasy man, and after making out with Abe for another half hour slid his cock into the older man’s hole and pounded him for ten minutes or so before blasting his seed deep into Abe’s ass. They kissed and cuddled some more before falling asleep in each other’s arms, content to have finally found each other.

Scott hit the snooze alarm quickly when it went off. Abe did not stir as Scott untangled himself and sat up looking back on the hot man in bed next to him. He turned off the alarm and climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. Scott was covered in sweat and dried cum and did not even bother to piss in the toilet but went to the shower and turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and climbed in. The warm water quickly coaxed out the warm, dark yellow liquid that was trapped in his bladder. He hadn’t pissed since hosing down his roommate the night before. Scott began humming as the stream flowed, content with his success in connecting with Abe, and yet concerned that Abe had been too drunk to realize the importance to Scott that their union created. Scott soaped up and washed off the cum and sweat and only resulted in a full erection, so naturally Scott jacked his cock, as he finally had an actual experience upon which to base his jerk off session. Scott shot a normal load and then rinsed off and turned off the water, toweled dry and wrapped the towel around his waist, allowing it to fall slightly to his hips upon exiting the bathroom. Scott had hoped to find Abe awake but found him on his side. Scott dressed and left the room, hoping that Abe would text him sometime during the day. He drove off, intending to make a quick pit stop at his own house to change clothing and then continue onto work.

A new spirit of excitement had entered Scott: he was high on sexual fulfillment.

Edited January 3, 2013 by Hotload84

[Guest pozbtm1967]

sweet story... keep going and flush it out