I Have Never
It was my work’s Christmas night out. I’d be dreading it all week. It wasn’t anything official booked, just a few different teams from the company going for drinks. I’d been in work that day; I woke up with the mindset that I wasn’t going. I didn’t finish until 7 and would probably be knackered by the time it would take me to get home, dressed and then straight for a night out drinking. It got to around 5pm in work and everyone was still trying to convince me to go. I’d had a shit day by this point and I figured drowning my sorrows couldn’t hurt. I’d go for a couple, just to show my face and head home for an early night.
I rushed home to get showered and dressed. Changed my work shirt for a muscle-hugging black one, tight black jeans and white Calvin Klein briefs (briefs for some reason briefs always make me feel sexier, even if nobody is going to see them tonight). Finally, I jumped into a taxi and headed into town to meet everyone in the pub. I arrived to see only a handful of people there, most of which I’d only ever spoken to once or twice. 11 guys, 1 girl and me. I grabbed myself a pint from the bar, sat down and started to make polite conversation.
This was going to be an earlier night than I originally expected. I must’ve smoked a pack of cigs in the space of an hour. If I wasn’t smoking I was running to the toilet for a piss. Basically I was doing anything to avoid awkward small talk. After a while a few more lads turned up, this time 3 that I got along with really well and my manager, Chris. A few more drinks, I thought.
We were all sat around a small table in a really crowded pub. After a while somebody suggested playing “I have never”. I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous the idea was, a bunch of 20-something-year-olds confessing through the medium of drink about all the sexual things they had done. I didn’t say anything though, I didn’t want to be the boring twat at the end of the table, plus everybody else seemed to be up for it. The questions started out with the usual - “I have never had a threesome.” Drink. “I have never had sex in a public place.” Drink. “I have never had a wank at work.” Drink. I started to get tired of it (and slightly drunk). The game continued, by this point I was just drinking for the sake of it, regardless of whether I had or had never whatever the question was.
“This one’s for you, Alex,” a voice said loudly in my direction. I looked across to see Ryan staring in my direction. He was a great-looking guy, but not somebody I had particularly bothered with in work. Ryan was about 5”10/11, definitely slightly shorter than me anyway, a muscular build and tattoos everywhere. His face was chiseled, hazel eyes and buzz-cut hair. His tattoos crawled from his arms up around his jaw line, framing his face.“I have never had a gay fantasy” he smirked. Ryan was straight and wasn’t shy of telling anybody about the amount of girls he had gone through.
He’d even managed to fuck his female trainer in the training room when he first started and then pretty much any good-looking girl that looked in his direction (and every girl looked in his direction). Ryan smiled at me after finishing the question, grabbed his glass and downed whatever was left of his pint. I started to take a swig of my drink. I wasn’t phased by the question, everybody knows I’m bisexual, so I had nothing to hide. I looked around the table to see only one other guy drinking: my manager, Chris. I had always had a thing for Chris, tall (about 6”3), clearly ripped, blonde-boyish good looks, hetero to the point where it’s annoying (the kind of idiot that talks about pussy all day with his ‘bros’) and, most importantly, in a position of power (I love guys with authority). Nobody really said anything and the questions continued to roll around the table, finally arriving back at me.
I was determined to see how far I could push the questions. “I have never had
a finger up my arse” I laughed and drank. Again, the only other two people
drinking were Ryan and Chris.
“You should honestly try it,” exclaimed Ryan to all the other guys, “it feels
fucking great. Get your birds to do it to you next time.” Someone brushed past
the comment, clearly feeling uncomfortable, and moved the game forward until it
came to a natural stop. We finished the rest of our drinks and decided to move
on to a club around the corner.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan’s answers in the club and now had my hand in my pocket trying to reposition my semi discretely. I was completely pissed at this point and stopped drinking so I could carry on and just ended up dancing like a complete idiot. Ryan ran from the bar, with a drink in both hands, and towards where the rest of us were dancing. He pushed his arse up against my crotch, grinding in a joke-like manner while dancing, moaning loud enough for the club to hear and spilling both of his drinks everywhere. My dick went immediately hard and I had to move away from him quickly before he realised how much this was turning me on.
The night grew on and Chris came over to me “You ready to head off now?” he said. “We may as well share a taxi ‘cause I don’t live too far from you.” The timing couldn’t have been better, the place was swarming with idiots and I couldn’t wait to get in and have a wank. I said goodbye to everyone, telling them I’d see them in work on Monday morning. Ryan came up to me, shouting over the music, “Are you going? You were gonna be my first gay experience, Alex” he laughed. “Ahh sorry,” I replied “I’m sure I’d rock your world, but maybe next year” I joked back. I figured that was enough to make me not seem keen and if he was joking (which I assumed he was) he would know that I was playing along.
“I hate to be cheeky, but can I can actually sleep on your sofa or something?” he asked “It’ll cost me a fortune to get a taxi on my own now. Just say no if you can’t and I’ll just ask someone else”. I obliged, I figured I’d just put him up, let him sleep it off and remind him of the dumb things he said while he’s nursing a hangover in the morning.
We grabbed a taxi, I was squashed between the two of them. Even just their thighs touching mine at this point made me want to explode. I did anything I could to distract them from looking towards my crotch and seeing the outline of my hard-on through my jeans. The taxi pulled up outside my house, and Ryan and I got out. “I’ll just get out here and walk now,” Chris told the driver as he started to pay him “It’s only a 2 minute walk anyway.”
“Come inside and have a couple of drinks,” Ryan said, inviting him into my
house “I’m not tired so will probably stay up.”
“That okay with you, Alex?” asked Chris, knowing it wasn’t Ryan’s place to
offer.
“Sure” I replied, now stumbling towards the front door.
We all sat on the sofa in the living room, me on the complete opposite end so that neither of them thought I was going to try anything on with them. We sat recalling the night’s events, laughing and joking about some of the questions and answers during the game, all carefully avoiding the ones that only us three drank to. Chris lay down on the sofa, spreading his legs out over Ryan.
“I’m staying here tonight, Alex, I’m too wasted to be bothered walking home”
he told me. I didn’t say anything, I just nodded my head and smiled. Ryan got up
from the sofa, “I’m going for a leak, don’t be fingering his arse while I’m
gone, Alex,” he joked, falling over his own feet and out the door.
“Managed to get that boner down that you had in the taxi?” Chris laughed, his
arms now behind his head as his pillow.
“Just about. I thought it was too dark in the taxi for you both to notice” I had
chuckled back.
“I saw that from fucking space, mate. It even got me slightly hard” he smiled.
The door to the living room sprung back open. Ryan stumbled in, his shirt and trousers were completely off and was only wearing one of my white jockstraps. He had more tattoos than I realised, completely covering his entire chest and arms. I’d never realised just how great a body he had - no abs, but large pecs, muscly arms, flat stomach and that perfect ‘V’ point towards his massive bulge in my jock.
“You have some fun fucking shit in your bedroom, mate.” I hid my face behind
one of the pillows in complete embarrassment. “How does my arse look in this,
Chris?”
“Impressive” he responded.
Ryan sat on my lap, grinding his naked-arse on me like he did in the club. He leaned back on me, grabbed my hand and slowly sucked my finger before leaning forward again, perching his bubble-butt towards me and pushing my hand down towards his tight hole. “Go on, you know how much I love it” he grinned. By this point I didn’t care whether he was still joking or not, I slowly slipped my finger deep inside him and he let out a soft moan.
I moved my other hand around his waist and felt his rock-hard dick through the material of my jock-strap, rubbing it slowly as I continued to slip my finger in and out of his warm hole. I hadn’t noticed, but Chris had already sat up and was brushing his hand over his crotch as he watched us. Ryan gently pulled my finger out from inside him, stood up and gave us both a gesture to follow him upstairs as he walked off.
This story is tur and happened when i was at school over two different days but they are linked up!
- Cock
- Men
- Sex
- Kiss
- Love
- Friend
- Boy
- Bar
- Emo
- Couple
- Muscle
- Feet
- Sexy
- Bathroom
- Underwear
- Teen
- Piss
- Older
- Massage
- Party
- Relationship
- Gym
- Porn
- HIV
- Bear
- Funny
- Football
- Teacher
- Cop
- Jock
- Camp
- Anal
- Latin
- Foreskin
- Encounter
- Club
- Locker Room
- Swimming
- Oral
- Lovers
- Brothers
- Doctor
- Straight
- Jack Off
- Slave
- Celeb
- Roommate
- Dorm
- Mature
- Virgin
- Uncle
- Twink
- Spanking
- Daddy
- Tickling
- Soldier
- Threesome
- Speedo
- Kinky
- Cruise
- Sleepover
- Exotic
- Gloryhole
- Cousins
- Vampire
- Frat
- Biker
- Thug
- Domination
- Taboo
- Bondage
- Enema
- Hazing
- Novels