Brian : big story

 After several weeks of watching Brian jack his dick in the mirror at night, I
got an abrupt surprise. Brian's best friend was a dude named Todd, who
was a pharmacy tech. He was just as wild as Brian, and the two were
notorious at the club. They didn't look anything alike (Todd was about 6',
brown "spikey" hair and green eyes,) but they were definitely cut from the
same cloth.

One weekend Brian was getting dressed to go out when Todd showed up
at the door. He was shirtless (smooth, hairless chest,) and wearing a pair
of jeans, which he was holding together at the waist. He'd bought the
jeans that evening and was getting dressed when the snap had suddenly
come apart.

This isn't a home economics course but, as you probably already know, a
snap is made up of four parts: two front parts that lock together, and two
back parts that lock together. Apparently, after snapping the jeans, the
back part of the snap had fallen apart. He was holding one piece, and the
other was still snapped into the front. The dilemma? He couldn't "unsnap"
the piece that was already locked together with the front. Did that confuse
you? It certainly confused me!

Anyway, he came to our room looking for a pair of pliers (or something to
pull or pry the snap apart.) When I suggested that he simply wear a
different pair of jeans that night, by his reaction you'd thought I'd
suggested he cut off an arm or something. Obviously his not being able to
wear NEW jeans to the club that night would have most certainly brought
about the apocolypse, or something else equally catastrophic. Smile.

Neither Brian or I had a pair of plyers, but I managed to find a screwdriver
and watched, with amusement, as he nearly eviserated himself trying to
pry the snap apart. He finally gave up, asking Brian to help, which was
even more entertaining (watching Brian bend over in front of Todd's
crotch.) Brian, who had the attention span of a gnat, quickly got frustrated
and handed me the screwdriver so he could return to dressing for that
evening's pussy hunt.

Okay, my turn. Smile. I fought with the snap for a few minutes then, my
back starting to ache, made the mistake of kneeling down in front of Todd.
It wasn't two minutes before he couldn't resist making a comment...

" While you're down there, how about sucking my dick real quick. "

I wasn't caught by surprise at that and, to be honest, my mind wasn't
focused on the snap anyway, but checking out the dick bulge that was a
foot in front of my face. Smile. Brian got a big laugh out of the comment
and, my brain boiling for straight humor revenge, I shot back...

" I wouldn't waste my time on such a small dick. "

Of course I actually had no idea how big his dick was, but couldn't let his
comment slide by without slamming him back. Brian roared at my
response, jumping in to add his two cents. He grabbed his crotch and
said...

" Yeah, why would he waste his time on your little weenie when he's got
this monster to suck on every night. "

Well, that one did catch me by surprise! They both got a good laugh out
of the incident, and I (a little red-faced) quickly gave up on the snap and
handed the screwdriver back to Todd. He left a few minutes later, taking
the screwdriver with him, and Brian finished getting dressed.

Later that night, around 1am, I had just gone to bed when there was a
knock at the door. It was Todd. The moment I opened the door, he
brushed past me and walked into the room...

" Is Brian here? "

Obviously, he wasn't. He told me Brian had left the club with some chick,
and hadn't returned. He was also holding the screwdriver. When I asked
if he'd gotten the snap fixed, he lifted his belt to reveal a large safety pin
holding the pants closed. He began prying with the screwdriver again,
saying that he KNEW he could fix the snap if he could just get that piece
pried loose.

I was still standing at the open door when he handed me the screwdriver...

" Would you try again? I can't do it from this angle. "

I debated for a split second about telling him to simply go to his room and
take the pants off, then accepted the tool and closed the door. Smile.

I pried at the snap for a few minutes then (not wanting to open myself up
for more embarrassment,) I knelt on just one knee. He didn't flinch, but
seemed to be intently concentrating on the snap. I was intently
concentrating on his bulge. Especially after I noticed it was slowly getting
bigger.

I pretended not to notice that he was getting hard, and tried to focus on
the snap. It was extremely difficult! Now, it didn't bother me to "pick up"
guys in the barracks. I had found myself several playmates over the
months, but this was Todd... Brian's buddy. I knew that if I hit on him and
he rejected it, he and Brian would tell anyone and everyone they could
find... very loudly. The military has come a long way in regards to quietly
accepting gays, but not THAT far.

I was determined that if something was going to happen, he would have to
make the first move. He did. His cock got rock hard, and my hand
brushed against it several times before he finally said...

" Fuck, I'm horny. I wish I'd found me some pussy tonight. "

I kept my focus on the snap and tried to offer a chuckle. A few moments
later, he asked for the screwdriver and pried at the snap himself, while
casually pushing his hips forward. His cock was straining like crazy
through the jeans, and I could see the outline of his dick head. He
stopped for a second and adjusted his cock, pointing it up instead of down
his pants leg. After adjusting it, he gave it a squeeze. I glanced up and he
was looking directly at me...

" Since Brian's not here... how about giving me a blowjob. "

I waited for him to smile. He didn't. I was honestly scared shitless and
didn't know how to respond. I wanted to suck his dick BADLY. Too
scared to do anything, I tried to give a small laugh and said...

" Yeah, right. "

Having a card up his sleeve, he used it...

" You watch Brian beat off every night... so you're into that, right? "

I felt my face turn beet red. Not only did Brian know, but he'd discussed it
with Todd! My head began swimming and I felt a surge of nausea wave
over me. I must have had a look of mortal fear on my face, because Todd
chuckled...

" Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone... and I won't tell Brian. "

He turned and laid the screwdriver down on the counter (below the tilted
mirror!) then said...

" I don't care if you like to suck dick. Hell, I'm hoping you do. "

The panic began to subside a little and I inadvertantly glanced down at his
raging boner. He reached down and wrestled with the safety pin, then
unzipped his jeans, pushed his briefs down and pulled his cock out. It was
about six inches long, real wide in the middle and had a thick vein bulging
along its length. He pushed it down with two fingers and I glanced up at
him. He didn't say a word, but took a small step towards me.

What can I say, I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. I closed a hand
around the base, and he released it and pulled his shirt (which was in the
way) over his head and tossed it on the counter. A few minutes later he
had a hand on each side of my head and was thrusting his bone into my
mouth. Not long after that, he shot a hefty load down my throat.

After we finished, he quickly tucked his wet cock back in his pants, pulled
his shirt on and glanced down at the boner in my pants as I stood up and
adjusted it. He picked up the screwdriver, raised his eyebrows and said...

" You mind if I hang onto this tonight? "

I fumbled "sure," then stepped to the side as he walked to the door.
Before opening it, he paused and gave my shoulder a little squeeze...

" Thanks, man. Catch ya later. "

Again, I fumbled the word "sure," then he was out the door and
disappearing down the hallway. When I closed the door, I leaned against
it and wondered if I'd just made a huge mistake.

It wasn't long before I found out.