Okay, so gay boys can’t always be trusted to keep up our end of the Special Bond, gay boy/straight boy code. The key word is always, because nearly always we do. But sometimes, when your straight bro is pissed and grumpy, or pissed and weepy, sometimes it can help... him.
Jackson, Rolly, Scott and Andre had been out to a big New Year's Eve party in the city. They'd taken pills, they had snorted powders, they’d all had a great time.
They’d run into a couple of other friends, Jamie being one of them.
At 6am, Jackson and Jamie walked out of the party together. They’d lost Rolly, Scott and Andre and they were heading out to find a taxi to share.
Jamie is really drug fucked, but feeling really good. He can’t help but notice how handsome Jackson is. Big and built and sexy, filling out his jeans just perfectly.
“You got a girlfriend?” asks Jackson.
“No,” says Jamie
"My girlfriend doesn't understand me," slurs Jackson.
They get to the main road.
“I’m not into girls,” says Jamie.
“What?” says Jackson. “There’s one. Taxi!”
Jamie thinks Jackson looks like a footy player as he stretches up to hail the taxi.
“I like guys,” says Jamie.
“You don’t say,” says Jackson. “I would never have picked it.”
The taxi pulls up on the main road. The two boys get into the cab.
“How’s your night?” asks the taxi driver.
“Good,” says Jackson.
“Good,” says Jamie.
“Where to, guys, another club?” asks the driver.
“Nah, time for home,” says Jackson. He puts his arm around Jamie’s neck. “Time for home?” he asks Jamie.
“Sure,” says Jamie.
Jackson gives the driver his address.
“How much have you drunk?” Jamie asks Jackson quietly.
“Oh, I’m really maggotted,” whispers Jackson.
The taxi drops the two boys off at Jackson’s place, just as the sun is coming up.
Jackson opens the front door and gestures for Jamie to go in ahead of him.
“It’s good to get home,” says Jackson. “I’m really fucked.”
"Oh really, come sit with me, I’ll try to make you feel better."
“What?” he says. He looks cross-eyed. He shifts over to the chair next to Jamie.
Jamie put my hand on Jackson’s firm thigh.
“That does things to me that it shouldn’t,” says Jackson. He laughs.
“Do you want me to take it away?”
“No,” he mumbles.
“It’s nice to be touched,” says Jamie.
Jamie slides his hand up Jackson’s thigh. “Oh,” says Jackson. “That…”
Jamie shrugs. “That what?” He looks down. And he can see what it is doing to Jackson. “Oh, Jackson.”
“Don’t say anything,” says Jackson. “That’s is very confusing.”
Jamie undid the waist button on Jackson’s jeans.
“Don’t…” he could hear Jackson swallow. “Don’t do that,” Jackson says really half-heartedly.
Jamie pull Jackson’s jeans apart and there he is with a big erect bulge in his white jocks. He’s clearly got a hairy stomach and, most likely, chest, Jamie thinks.
“Wow Jackson, that is impressive.”
“I’ve always had a big cock, didn’t you know,” he says.
“Well, I’ve heard stories.”
“Girls are frightened of it, you know, when they first see it.” He laughs drunkenly. “But just about everyone one of them get to reaallly like it,” he slurs. His cock goes rock hard. “You can’t touch it though, Jamie.”
But Jackson doesn’t move. He doesn’t try to cover himself up.
Jamie grabs the elastic of Jackson’s jocks and pulls the front of them down, Jamie don’t care, off, and his big dick springs out.
“Oh Jesus, Jamie, you shouldn’t be doing that.”
Jamie grabbs it in his hand, it really is a beautiful cock.
“No, Jamie, no.”
Jamie leans down and slides it right into the back of my throat.
“Oh Jesus, Jamie… no… no… no…”
Jackson is leaking precum that has that sour pre-cum taste. Jamie sucks it tenderly, enjoying the feel of it in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck me, Jamie, you fucken know how to do that.” Jackson’s just letting Jamie, Jackson is putting g up no resistance.
Then Jamie gets to work on it. It turns to steel. It leaks precum magnificently. It is not long before Jackson pushes the back of Jamie’s head down hard onto his monster that just about cuts off Jamie’s air supply and Jackson shakes violently and then squirts his sour jizz over and over and over into Jamie’s throat. Jackson shakes and makes gagging sounds like he too can’t get air, until he goes all floppy like a rag doll.
Jamie had to swallow it Jackson’s load completely.
Straight boys are usually grateful... and happy. They seem to be the most frustrated market segment. It calmed Jackson down. It's a service.
They always blow like rockets.
Jackson blew like a rocket.
They usually become all gentle and submissive. Oh, I don't mean up the clacker... but sensitive to every touch. Men like being stroked and admired.
Jackson laughs and whispers in a really croaky voice. “I so needed that.” He had an impish grin on his face. His jeans were still unbuttoned. His beautiful cock was shrinking quickly.
He tousles Jamie’s hair. “You are alright.”
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