American Idol

I was over at Jake’s apartment and we were watching the American Idol finale. Jake and I have known each other since kindergarten. We played together, played sports together and were generally inseparable during our formative years. We were often mistaken for twins in our young teen years. Now that we are both 18 people have no problem telling us apart. We have formed separate identities. We both are 6 feet 2 inches, lithe and well built, brown hair and not bad looking in a boy-next door type of way. I’m in college and live at home. Jake went to work straight out of high school and lives in his own apartment.

I was sprawled on Jake’s couch and he was sitting in a chair as we swilled beer and watched the show. After the finale results were announced and Kris Allen won I said, “I can’t believe America did that to Adam Lambert. He is far and away the best singer American Idol has ever had. But I understand how it happened. Kris is as cute as a button. Women either want to mother him or go to bed with him. Fathers want him to be their son and gays want to have sex with him. America didn’t vote for the best singer, they voted for the guy they could relate to the best whether or not he was the best singer.”

while I was pontificating about the injustice of the American vote, I was watching Kris Allen on television and thinking about how much I would like to have sex with him. Obviously he was my type as much as the rest of America, even though I had not voted for him. I reached down and adjusted my cock in my shorts without even thinking what I was doing because I had a raging hard-on. It was readily apparent that I had a hard-on because all I was wearing was a t-shirt and tight shorts.

Jake said, “Is that hard-on you have for Adam Lambert or Kris Allen?”

I said, “For Kris Allen.” Then I realized what I had said. I had had more than enough beers to let my mouth run away with me.

I got up and said, “I have to go.” I walked toward the door.

Jake got up and blocked my way. He said, “Jim, what‘s the matter?”

I said, “I know you heard what I said. I just admitted I was a queer and I know that’s the end our friendship.”

I started sobbing.

“Just let me leave. I will never bother you again.” I could not even look at him.

Jake put his arms around me and hugged and whispered in my ear, “Jim, I always thought you were gay. You’re my best friend. I don’t care if you dream about having sex with Kris Allen.”

I said, “You don’t understand. It’s not just Kris Allen. I love you and I always have.”

He said, “I love you too Jim. You know that.”

As I tried to get out of his embrace I said, “Oh Jake, you still don’t understand. I don’t just love you; I’m in love with you. I masturbate at night thinking about sex with you. And now I have screwed up our friendship and I won’t even have that any more.” I was crying uncontrollably.

He said, “Jim, its you that doesn’t understand. I’ve known how you feel about me for a long time. Quit trying to get away from me. I knew that you would eventually say something when you felt comfortable about it. I didn’t expect it to happen like this. Like I said I don’t care if you are gay. Being gay is not something to be ashamed of, at least not to me. If you want to have sex with me let’s go do it.”

I stopped crying and said, “What do you mean? You aren’t gay.”

He said, “Let’s go in the bedroom and get undressed. If you want to have oral sex with me then that is what we will do.”

I said, “But, aren’t you disgusted?”

He said, "No. Sex is sex, but if it is something that happens between people who love each other it should be a whole different experience. We have already admitted that we love each other. You can even pretend that I am Kris Allen if that makes you feel better.”

I said, “I don’t know if it will make any difference but I’ve never had sex with anyone before. I’m actually a virgin.”

He said, “Welcome to the club, almost. You know, because I told you so, that my two sexual experiences with Sandra did not involve sexual intercourse. The most she would do is jack me off and suck on the head of my cock. She was disgusted. I am almost as much of a virgin as you are. Even as a neophyte you probably will give head better than she did. Now, if I let you go, will you stop trying to run out the door?”

I say, “God Jake, I’m embarrassed. I can’t believe you are reacting like this to my deep dark shameful secret. You obviously had more faith in me as a friend than I had in you.”

He reached up with both thumbs and wiped away the tear streaks on my face. He then took my face in both hands, leaned in kissed me on the lips.

I pulled back startled and said, “Jake, you don’t have to do that.”

He said, “Well, one of us has to get this started.” as he leaned in and kissed me again.

This time I did not pull away. We opened our mouths and before I knew what was happening he was sucking on my tongue and I was sucking on his. I guess because we both wanted it, this was the best kiss I had ever experienced. I had no idea that French kissing could be so enjoyable and so much fun. I had never had a 10 minute kiss before.

I looked at him in wonder and said, “You weren’t kidding were you. You do want to have sex with me.”

He said, “To be technical, you want to have sex with me. I just want to contribute my share to the endeavor. Just so you understand up front that I am not going to suck your cock.”

I said, “I will be more than satisfied sucking yours.”

He shocked me again when he reached down and stroked the bulge in my shorts and said, “We will have to do something about that, also.”

He took my hand and pulled me after him into the bedroom.

As we stood face to face next to the bed he reached down and drew my t-shirt up over my head. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and let them fall around my ankles. He then squatted down and slipped my shorts off, untied my tennis shoes took them and my socks off my feet. Reaching up to my waist he pulled down my jockey shorts and slipped them off and stood up again.

He said, “At least being naked you are not going to try to run out the door again. I’ve never seen your cock hard before. That’s a good six inches.” He reached down with one hand and ran the tips of his fingers along the underside of the shaft of my cock from my balls to the head. I shivered and my cock flexed up and down seemingly of its own accord. “Sensitive isn’t it.”

I said, "The beer is coming back, I have to pee.”

He laughed and said, “Me too. You go first”

After the pee break, I had Jake turn around and stand in front of me. I lifted off his t-shirt. Then I stroked his back with my hands. I wrapped my arms around his body by slipping them between his arms and his torso and stroked his chest and stomach muscles with my hands as I kissed the back of his neck. I reached down and slid down his shorts and jockey shorts. From around his back I took his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and massaged them. He must have been getting excited because his dick was semi-hard.

My erect cock was pressed against the crack of his ass as I reached around his body to caress everywhere I could reach. He said, “I hope you don’t thing you are going to get that thing up my ass.”

I said with a laugh, “It never crossed my mind.”

He said with a laugh, “Yeah, I bet.”

I asked him to turn around. When he did, he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me to him and softly kissed my lips.

He opened his mouth and licked my lips with his tongue, then stuck his tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth and he inserted his tongue. I gently sucked on it, and then returned the favor and he sucked on my tongue. The French kiss went on and on. My hand was around his cock and I could feel it become fully erect as we kissed.

I finally broke the kiss and knelt down on the floor in front of Jake, unlaced his shoes and took them and his socks off. I looked up and there was Jake’s hard cut dick staring me in the face. It was a good 5 inches long topped with a nice bulbous crown.

Jake looked down at me and asked, “Is that what you want?"

I looked at his cock and said, “Oh yeah.”

Jake asked with a laugh, “Since you have never sucked a cock before, do you know how to do what you want to do”

I said, “Don’t be cocky. Pun intended. I have watched a number of cock sucking instructional videos to get ready for such an event when it arrived and I think I know pretty much what to do.”

He said, “Yeah, instructional videos otherwise know as porn.”

I said assuming an affronted tone, “From what I’ve learned from my constant perusal of the instructional videos the first step is to take the cock in my mouth to determine fit and then to slide up and down the shaft with my hot wet mouth. Everything else from there is variations on a theme.”

I said, “Like this.” I bent forward and took his cock in my mouth until my nose hit his stomach. I slowly let my wet lips close around his shaft and pulled my mouth back along the shaft until I reached the head. I held his head in my mouth and used my tongue to lick all over it. Then I sucked on the head and pulled my lips back over it and then forward again three or four times and let his cock slip out of my mouth.

He said, “I think you have the technique and I think that is what is mean by “Going down on me.”

He said, “I think that is called deep-throating the cock, meaning that I took the entire length of the cock in my mouth. I think I could have taken a little more. The process of sliding my lips up and down the shaft of your dick is evidently what is meant by sucking a cock, although I am not really sucking. However, when I was finished licking the head of your cock I really used my lips to suck on it. “