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Forbidden Fruit
by Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)
***
Just straight lads having fun until one realises that
his feelings for one of his mates is more than just
friendship. There's no way he is ever going to be able
to have sex with him... or is there? (MF, bi, nc, voy,
1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal, alcohol)
***
A fun childhood, great time at school with lots of
friends, a love of football, and all the things young,
healthy teenagers liked. That had been my life. I left
school at 16 with a few minor certificates and just
enough brains to keep me in a white collar job in a
large insurance company. I had been there for two years
and, though I had lost contact with many of my old
school friends, had some new friends from work who
shared my love of life, football and Saturday nights on
the town. We were just healthy lads!
The office was not only a large one, but a young one.
Many of my colleagues were in the 17 to 25 bracket.
Many of us socialised either by our drinking nights out
on the "pull," which tended to be Friday or Saturday,
or by the football match trips on Saturday when the
local team were playing at home.
I liked my mates and we had a many a laugh when we all
went out on the town and perhaps one managed to pick up
a girl or sometimes all of us did. Sometimes we got a
shag at the end of it, sometimes none of us and more
likely only some of us, but it was all healthy fun. Sex
for me was an occasional score with some pretty thing I
picked up half drunk on a Saturday and sometimes it was
nothing more than my regular wank while I fantasised.
You want to know what I fantasised about don't you?
Well strangely enough my biggest fantasy was being in a
group with my mates (or at least some of them) and we
all had a shag at one girl or even a couple of girls. I
found the thought of sticking my dick in a previously
used cunt, extremely exciting. I didn't really focus
much on my mates being naked though I had a passing
interest in whether they had a bigger or smaller cock
than me.
The picture that brought me off usually was shagging
some bird that three or four of them had already fucked
and cum inside, and I was slurping in her wet juicy
wide open cum filled hole and just when I am about to
cum, one of my mates (which one changed each time),
pushed his finger in my hole in a half joke and it just
pushed me over the edge as I shot in her. Sometimes
that dream was a wet one and I would waken with a wet,
stiff leaking cock.
Something happened to me!
Grant joined the office. Grant was a good looking but
ordinary guy about 5 feet 10 inches tall, medium build
and medium to dark hair with a modern, "just out of
bed" style. Whatever Grant wore, he wore well, from
suits at work to jeans at night, he just looked good in
them. I was asked to show him the ropes and immediately
felt a fondness for him. He was the same age as me and
shared my love of football and nights out and he was
very quickly absorbed into our circle.
Over the coming months, I was aware that I really
enjoyed being in his company and started to persuade
him to go out in a twosome looking for girls on
weekdays. These nights are not the best nights for
pulling the girls but that didn't matter as I just
enjoyed his easy chat and conversation. He was not an
Adonis anyway so had no greater success than I did.
"Steve," he would say, "There's no need to stay and
look after me if you look like getting off with
someone." He had obviously noticed that once or twice I
had turned down an opportunity as he hadn't pulled.
"I don't like leaving you alone if we both haven't
pulled," I would say.
One night he did pull on his own and I didn't. He asked
my permission to go off with the girl which I gave. I
had a few more drinks and then went home. I was feeling
unwell and couldn't work out the problem. I started my
evening wank and realised that I was thinking of Grant
fucking this girl, then cumming in her and me going
straight in after him.
He sat behind me and put his finger into my hole and
pushed it up and down as I fucked and I shot a load
that seemed to come from deep inside me. I actually did
shoot too and the load went straight over my shoulder.
I realised two things. Firstly, I wasn't ill, I was
jealous and secondly, I wasn't jealous of him getting
the girl, I was jealous of the girl getting him.
I cried that night and I didn't know why.
Next day, I asked him how things had been and he just
said "Great." I couldn't push him into any detail
though he had obviously screwed her.
By lunch time he noticed my bad mood. I told him I had
a headache. I had this enormous urge to hold him and
kiss him. "KISS HIM," was I turning queer???
I ignored Grant for the rest of the day but by the
following day, we were planning the weekend with the
lads and had soon returned to normal. Things continued
like this for a few more weeks and I was aware I was
ill when he wasn't around, I was jealous when he looked
at a girl or talked about one and angry if he spent too
much time with any of my other mates. I hid all this as
best I could but I was also aware that Grant was
straight with a capital "S."
Three months later and the local team had won a place
in the UEFA cup to play in Europe and a small group of
8 are planning a trip to Barcelona to see the match.
Grant was keen to come with us and so tickets were
obtained as well as flights. At an exorbitant rate, we
managed to secure four twin rooms not too far out of
the city centre and before long, the weekend had come.
I had been like a love struck teenager since I realised
I would be sharing a room with Grant. No one, but no
one, was getting that privilege, but then, no one was
much interested who they shared with other than me. I
masturbated nightly on the build-up.
I wondered if I would see his cock, I wondered if he
would bring a girl back, I wondered if he might see me
naked and develop an interest in me. I also wondered if
nothing at all would happen and life would stay exactly
the same. At least I would be four nights in the same
room as him, breathing his air and smelling his smell.
On day one, we arrived in the early evening and by the
time we checked in, went out for a meal and had a few
drinks there was not much to do but go back to the
hotel about 1.30 am. Grant changed in the bathroom and
went to bed in a t-shirt and shorts. I strutted about
in my small briefs until it started to look obvious and
decided to go to bed too, eventually.
Day two was the day of the match. It was a late
afternoon kick-off and we were all drinking heavily
from lunchtime. I hadn't seen Grant so drunk before but
he was in great sprits as we all were. The match was
great but sadly not as great as it should have been and
we lost!!
Well we would have celebrated victory so saw no reason
not to drown our sorrows as we headed off to enjoy the
many cafés and bars of Barcelona. We ate at some stage
but drank even more. Around 10.30 pm we realised that
we had lost the rest of the guys. Grant was in no state
to go anywhere else so we clambered into a taxi and
headed back to the hotel.
I had to almost carry Grant upstairs and even in my
drunken state, I relished in this closeness. We entered
the room and he staggered off to the bathroom, leaving
the door wide open and talking to me as he peed. I
couldn't quite see his cock and didn't know how aware
he was so didn't push it. He came out and fell
backwards on the bed. "Help me Steve," he said as he
fumbled with his shirt buttons and then promptly fell
back as though asleep.
I managed to waken him and unbuttoned his shirt,
pulling it off to leave him topless. He fell back into
semi-unconsciousness again. I pulled his back up and
asked what he wanted me to do next. He nodded to his
pants and fell back again. I could feel my heart
thumping against my ribcage as I started to undo his
belt. I pulled down his zip and started to drag his
jeans over his hips.
He automatically lifted his bottom to allow them to
slip off his legs. I undid his shoes and took off his
socks before pulling the jeans off and folding them. He
was back asleep and lying there in just a pair of tight
grey knitted boxer briefs. His cock and balls looked
promising and for the first time, I realised an
opportunity was appearing before me.
"Grant," I said while shaking him.
I raised my voice and tried again with no response. I
reached for my camera and started to snap him. I might
never see him again like this and wanted something for
the cold Winter nights while wanking alone. I reached
forward and started to pull down his shorts and once
again, his bottom raised without him waking. There is
was!
His soft cock lay to the left on top of beautiful round
balls. His cock looked to be about 4 inches soft and
quite thick. It had foreskin like a flower neatly
gathered at the top. His pubic hair was dark and quite
sparse, forming a semi-circle around the top of his
pubis with a wisp trailing up to his navel. His balls
were quite large and soft, hanging low between his legs
with a light dusting of dark hair. I snapped away.
I pulled his shorts off completely and drank in the
sight. My cock was growing in my jeans so I quickly
stripped until I was in my briefs and decided to keep
them on in case he awoke. I don't know how long I sat
and stroked my cock while looking at him.
His breathing became quite rhythmic and steady and I
knew he was in a deep sleep. He was lying sideways on
the bed with his legs on the floor and went to sit
beside him. I leaned over and kissed his nipples. I
moved my lips up and kissed him gently on the lips. He
stirred slightly and gently moaned. I took fright and
jumped back but he just licked his lips and went back
to sleep.
I took my first gentle touch of his soft, warm cock and
felt the flesh between my fingers. I cupped his balls
and gently stroked them, lifting them into the palm of
my hands. I lowered my mouth until I was just a few
inches away from his cock. I could smell a faint smell
of urine but it wasn't strong and was actually quite
erotic.
I wasn't sure what I should be doing as I had never
touched another male before. Instinct took over and I
gently licked the tip of his cock slowly sucking the
soft penis into my mouth. The cock filled my mouth
completely and I gently squelched it around. I found
that I was becoming unable to contain it and the base
started to force its way back out. I realised he was
becoming erect. It hadn't occurred to me that this
might happen.
Very steadily it grew. I took to just sucking the head
while I held the stalk in my hand and before long I had
a very hard 8 inch, thick cock in my hand. It stood
straight up from his body and my camera was soon
snapping it. I opened his legs slightly and managed to
get a shot of his hole. He actually opened them wider
himself.
My heart continued its thumping and I prayed that the
others would not return and come looking for us. I
pulled off my briefs to unleash a very hard 7 inch
cock. It was so hard the head of it hurt as the blood
pumped into it. I leaned down and swallowed Grant's
cock trying to take all of it down my throat. I sucked
up and down and his erection was also very stiff. I
took my mouth off and opened his legs wider, lifting
the dead weight until both his feet were up on the bed
and his legs were wide open. I had to hold them to stop
them sliding but I managed to get my mouth down between
his legs and let my tongue dart into the musky recess
of his hole. I had reached heaven!
I swung his body round on to the bed with his head
upwards towards the pillows and went back to sucking
and photographing. At one point he started to roll over
and I managed to stop him half way. This gave me easier
access to his hole. He then rolled over to his back his
large cock obscenely sticking straight up in the air
looking a little lost. My mouth enveloped it again and
his body gently moved up towards my mouth.
Suddenly in my drunken state, I wanted fucked. It was
going to be risky, I knew it. I darkened the room to
just a small bedside light and found some dry skin
lotion in Grant's toilet bag. I took some time to clean
out my hole as best I could and lubricated my arse with
my finger. It hurt but I so wanted this. I kept going,
pushing one, then two fingers in. I was up to my first
knuckle and started with a third finger. I squirted as
much cream as I dare and them I rubbed some on Grant's
cock. The feeling of lubricating his cock was
wonderful.
I took a condom from his toilet back and took great
delight in spreading it over his cock. The beast grew
even larger as the tightness of the rubber encased it.
I lubricated it too the climbed on to the bed to squat,
facing Grant, over his erect monster. The head hurt
like hell.
I pushed and pushed and realised that being fucked in
the arse was a skill. I had to get fucked! With a lot
of pain and perseverance I managed about 3 inches and
raised and lowered my arse on to it. Within about 7 or
8 minutes I had it all inside me and really started to
pump. Grant was whimpering slightly but definitely out
cold. I held my cock as I rose and fell making sure my
weight was off his body as I sat astride him. I heard a
guttural sound from him and my hole felt suddenly very
full. Surely he hadn't cum?
I reluctantly pulled myself off his cock and there, in
the sac at the end, was a copious amount of Grant's
cum. I hungrily pulled the condom off him and took it
to pour the cum over my face and hands and smeared it
like the precious liquid it was. Drops went in my
mouth. My cum covered right hand reached down and
gripped my cock and I stood over Grant while I wanked.
Less than 2 minutes and a fine jet of my thin liquid
shot clean over the head of the bed and hit the wall.
The third or fourth jet hit Grant's face and mouth and
I took my finger to gently rub some into his mouth. I
had tasted his cum and he mine.
A wave of guilt came over me and I quickly wiped him
and pulled the covers over him before diving into my
bed. I came a second time within 10 minutes as the
flavour of Grant's seed still tasted my mouth. I
realised that my sexual experience with Grant was going
to be just that one incident but at least I had managed
to have one! However, he had one more mountain to take
me up before our trip was over!
I was a little sheepish the following morning expecting
at any time some reference to the previous evening.
None came. I was amazed he hadn't commented on how he
got home, how he was stripped and how he managed to get
to bed but he said absolutely nothing. I assumed he
thought he had done it all himself.
Undaunted by his hangover Grant suggested another night
out for our final night in Spain. I readily agreed with
the hope that I might get another crack at the whip.
The following evening, however, did not go quite to
plan. I drank a bit too much too early. Grant seemed to
be making headway with a Spanish girl and somehow we
got separated. I ended up half pissed at 11.00pm and
alone. I stumbled back to the hotel and went to bed.
Somewhere around 2.00 am I was wakened by the familiar
sound of someone trying hard not to waken me. You know,
those loud "Shh" noises drunk people make in an effort
not to disturb others! I was wakened to find a very
drunk Grant stumbling into the room with a Spanish
girl. In the yellow light from the streets I could make
him out stripping and telling her not to worry as I was
sound asleep.
I saw him naked and erect and realised I was going to
have the great privilege of seeing him truly in action.
The profile of his swinging heavy cock was a delight to
my half opened eyes. She was stripped and he
unceremoniously climbed on top for what can only be
described as a token fuck. He stuck his cock into her
and fucked her. He came in her (no condom I noticed)
and promptly fell of and asleep. She did likewise.
I lay watching them for about 20 minutes or so and
decided in my drunken haze that I wanted a bit of Grant
again. This situation was twice as dangerous since
there were two of them but my alcoholic state said it
was ok. I walked across in the semi dark and they were
both naked and on top of the bed.
She was a pretty girl. I would guess she was about 19
with dark long Hispanic hair and looks to match. Her
tits were small but pert. She had large dark nipples
and her breathing was steady. I crawled in at the
bottom of the single bed and took Grant's soft cock in
my mouth. It tasted of pussy juice and cum. I pushed my
finger gently into the entrance of his hole and
fingered around. His cock was obviously spent as it
stayed at its shrunken 4 inches.
I moved across to the girl and started to lick her
cunt. His cum was oozing out of her and taste was
strong and overwhelming. She whimpered and her legs
opened wide. I looked up as her hands grabbed the back
of my head and pushed my lips into her gaping cunt. I
climbed upwards and kissed her with the taste of her
own juices and Grant's cum on my lips. She loved it and
whispered, "Fuck me and make me cum."
I clambered on top and entered her in one push. Grant
had opened her well in his short enthusiastic fuck. I
had a feeling mine was not going to last any longer but
I wanted to feel his cum on my cock. I gently rubbed my
cock head around her little nib, causing her to gasp. I
pushed into her and out to again rub her clitoris. I
took her clitoris in my finger and rubbed it
frantically as I fucked her. She orgasmed quite quickly
as I fucked her. Her nails dug into my back and I felt
myself go as my fluid pumped inside her. My cum was
mixing with Grant's. When it was over, she thanked me,
stood up dressing quite quickly and left a few moments
later.
I lay beside Grant's naked body and pressed my
softening cock against him. I gently kissed his lips
and traced some of my cum droplets on them. He licked
his lips in his sleep taking my seed into his mouth. I
lay beside him for about half and hour desperately
trying to stay awake as I traced his naked body with my
fingers and stroked his soft cock and balls. I had to
reluctantly go back to bed and finally slept.
He remembered little about his conquest the following
day and thankfully nothing about me fucking her
alongside him.
We flew home and continued our friendship for a further
three months before he announced he had secured a job
in London. I was devastated when he left. We promised
to keep in touch and I visited him once and he returned
the visit. It took me about 3 or 4 months to get the
heartache out of my system.
The cure was Ryan, a new assistant in the department.
He likes football too and we were thinking of going to
follow our team to an away match with an overnight in a
twin room. I think I might enjoy it!
kewtieboy@hotmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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