Beer Bottle

By Bacteriaburger / Natty Soltesz

Published on Jan 28, 2005

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Beer Bottle By Bacteriaburger

"Last call!"

The bottle was half-full. I tipped it up and gulped it down. Nick ordered us two more, and we started on those. I watched the bartender work, trying to think of anything to talk about. I couldn't. The silence between us was almost unbearable; but the forced, meaningless jokes and comments we used to break up the silence were even worse.

I'd known Nick since high school. It had always been a little odd, our relationship, but never this weird. I didn't know where the tension was coming from, but you could cut it with a knife.

We finished our beers. The bartender was looking at us.

"I guess we should get out of here," I said.

We walked outside, but Nick said he wasn't ready to quit drinking.

"Let's just get a six pack and go back to your place," he said, because my place was closer. We went back in and got a six pack. All they had was Corona.

It was freezing outside. I was shivering from the cold, and from nervousness...maybe anxiety...something. Soltesz, Page 2

Now Nick is straight. But he's known I'm gay for a while now. It changed nothing about our relationship at first, except that he understood me a little bit better.

"I guess I always just assumed you were into really young girls, or something," he'd said to me. "I knew something was off, but I never really knew what." He's not the type of guy to get hung up on things like that.

At times I had wondered, am I in love with Nick? I definitely looked up to him. He's just a dynamic, interesting person. But I'd never really been attracted to him, until...

Well, one night, I had a dream about him. It wasn't so much a dream as it was an image, of Nick, crouching on his bed. He's a shorter dude, and his hairy body is stocky and compact. In my dream, he was sinking his ass down onto a dildo, and the look on his face was one of pure, pained ecstasy. He was fucking himself and enjoying it.

Try as I might, I could not get that image out of my head. I told him about it the next night, and he sort of joked about it, but I think it put him off a little.

Maybe a lot. Things were never the same since then. The dream had done something to my brain, I looked at him differently now. I wanted him.

He seemed to realize this, too.

Then he started to say things that made me wonder.

"I was hanging out with that guy across the street," he said one day, when a bunch of us were hanging out. "He keeps, like, grabbing at his crotch. I was like `Dude, what? You wanna suck me off, I'll suck you off, whatever...'"

"Wait," I said, kind of shocked. "You actually said this to him?"

"No!" he said. What was going on? I couldn't just get drunk with him one night, and ask him to trade blowjobs. I'm not the type. And anyways, our friendship was important to me. I didn't want to fuck anything up.

But mostly, I was just a pussy.

We got back to my house and trudged up the steps to my apartment. I'd only been living by myself for a month, and it was the first time Nick had been over. I showed him around. He opened two beers and stashed the rest in the fridge. We sat on the living room couch and listened to music in silence.

Beer seemed to be the only thing connecting us at this point. It was the only way I could get around him. We'd just become more and more distant, until it was like a chore to try and hang out with each other. He started hanging out with a crowd of drunken college kids, so I saw less and less of him. When I did see him he was usually drunk off his ass. I was kind of worried about him.

The music was annoying. The silence between us was deafening.

Nick took a deep breath. I shifted in my seat. He looked over at me and I looked back.

"Why can't this just be easy?" he said. He was slurring his speech badly.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know..." he said, trailing off into silence.

"What?" I repeated.

"Whatever, you wanna just do this?" He reached over and put his hand on my crotch. Time stopped. My heart unwound like a yo-yo, all fast and shaky spinning.

I felt the bulge in his nylon cargo pants. It was warm and getting chubby. He took his hand off of me and starting undoing his pants. He had on black boxer-briefs. He slid them down his hairy legs and his fat cock popped out. He sat back on the couch.

Meanwhile I had taken my pants off. My cock was already throbbing. Nick reached over and wrapped his hand around it. His hand was cold, but my boner was hot. He grabbed it tightly and started stroking it, and it felt like heaven.

I reached toward Nick and he scooted closer to me to give me better access. I took his cock in my hand. It was warm and thick, I squeezed it and it got thicker and harder.

We were beating each other off at a clip. Nick was very dutiful about it, no nonsense. His cock was leaking pre-cum, so my hand slid easily over it.

After a little while he got up.

"I'll just...go first," he mumbled, kneeling in front of the couch. He took my boner in his hand and looked at it for a second, then leaned in and took it in his mouth. I gasped.

I was pretty sure it was the first time Nick had ever sucked a cock before, and though he couldn't suck it very far into his mouth, he was making a good run of it. He ran his tongue along the underside and the head. A couple times he had to stop and come up for air. Then he would continue, eventually learning to jerk off the base of my cock while he sucked on the top half. That I really like, and I got close to cumming but I didn't want to yet, so I pushed him off.

"You gonna cum?" he asked.

"Not yet,' I said, "let me do you." He sat back down on the couch and I got in between his legs. His cock was a thick little torpedo. He had a little birthmark on the head. I licked the pre-cum off his shaft and then swallowed it to the hilt. Nick sucked his breath in through his teeth.

I absolutely loved sucking his cock, probably more than any other blowjob I've ever given. For the most part he would just sit back and let me work on him. He wasn't forceful, but at times his body would just take over, and he'd buck a little, thrusting into my throat like he couldn't help it. I was taking him all the way. He put his hands on my head to urge me on, as his hips shoved more of his prick down my throat.

I jerked him while I licked his balls, lifting them up and running my tongue underneath. Then I'd suck him some more, but I couldn't help it, I was rubbing under his balls and moving closer and closer to his ass. Finally, I laid a finger on his warm hole. I couldn't really gauge his reaction, but I thought he stiffened a little so I took my finger away and kept sucking him.

"You wanna do it at the same time?" he said.

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, lets, uh, get on the floor," he said, pushing my coffee table off to the side.

We both got completely naked. I could appreciate Nick's body which, though far from perfect, had a masculinity that was even hotter with his horny cock rising from him. We laid down on the floor and started blowing each other. I think, as much as Nick was nonchalant about the whole affair, like it was just a tactic to get off and nothing more, he seemed to get turned on by my cock. And I can't say I blame him, I've got a pretty nice cock. It was bigger than his, anyway, and I think it fascinated him a little bit.

Anyway, he was doing a pretty good job of sucking me off and I was sucking him like there was no tomorrow. I'd never had a sixty-nine as good as this one before. We were just drunk enough for horny abandon, but not too drunk that we couldn't appreciate it.

We were going at it hot and heavy when I slid my hand back up his thigh and onto his ass. As I sucked, I grabbed his ass, and slowly moved my fingers toward his hole. Then I was grabbing his fat ass cheek and my index finger was resting right onto his hole, and as I grabbed his butt tighter, my finger pressed into him tighter. This time I sensed no resistance at all. I don't know if there was too much going on for him to care, or if he was just so turned on he was past the point of caring, or what. But I was just unabashedly pressing my finger into his hole. It was soft and yielding.

Something clicked inside me. It was almost like anger.

"I'm sick of fucking around," I thought to myself, and I opened his thighs and dove my face into his ass. I shoved my tongue into his asshole.

For the first time that night, Nick groaned. He bent down, trying to keep my cock in his mouth, as I went to town on his ass. All these thoughts were running through my head as I ate him out. The past year of my life had been miserable. I had quietly obsessed over him, driving myself crazy. I had spent so much forced and uncomfortable times with him, always keeping quiet, never saying what was on my mind. All of that was over. I felt powerful. I resolved that by the end of the evening, I would teach him a thing or two.

Nick gave in. I got behind him, put him up on all fours, and slapped his ass as I shoved my tongue in his hole. I rubbed my finger across his butt hole, it was wet and relaxed. I sucked on my finger to get it wet, and pressed it against his hole. Slowly, my finger slid inside.

"Uuuuhhhhhhh..." Nick said, like a balloon letting out its air. His ass was tight and hot. He grunted and groaned as I fingered him.

I glanced at the coffee table. There was a bottle of Corona with a swig of beer left in it. I had an idea.

"Get back on the couch," I said to him, and he obeyed. I picked up the bottle and swigged the last of the beer out of it, then I sucked on the neck of it, getting it wet and slippery.

"Lay back and lift up your legs," I said. I think he knew what I was going to do.

"I'm gonna stick this beer bottle up your ass," I said, just in case he didn't. He nodded and quickly said "yeah." He was jerking himself off furiously. I got down and ate his ass a little more just to make sure it was ready, then I pressed the mouth of the glass bottle against his hairy hole.

It popped inside with ease. Nick groaned and took hold of his thighs, spreading them. I pushed the bottle inside him, watching the smooth glass cylinder stretch open his virgin hole. He was tight, but extremely yielding.

Finally I had it all the way inside. Nick threw his head back and started jerking himself off. I knew he wouldn't last long. I slid the bottle out as far as it could go and pressed it back in.

"Yeah, yeah," Nick was saying, and the cum just started streaming out of his cock. The first shot went all the way over his head and onto my couch. Some landed on his face and mouth, and more landed on his hairy chest. I kept fucking him with the bottle and he grunted and groaned, his balls releasing an enormous load.

I kept the bottle up inside him as I ate his load, making my way up his chest. I ate what was on his face and put my mouth to his, kissing him and sharing his load. I pulled his head toward my cock and he took it in his mouth without hesitation. I felt the load rising up out of my balls. I kept the bottle tightly pressed inside him as he sucked on the end of my dick, earnestly blowing me.

I grabbed the back of his head to keep him steady, and I shot into his mouth. He took my load like a pro, swallowing it down. I moved in and kissed him, our tongues slip sliding in each other's mouth..

I realized I still had the bottle up his ass. I had a death grip on that fucking bottle. I warned him, then I slowly slid it out.

"That was pretty cool," I said.

"Yeah," Nick said.

We were spent. I asked him if he wanted to take a shower, and he said he really didn't care to. So we got dressed and sat back on the couch. I put in a movie, "The Big Lebowski," and we laughed our asses off. Months of tension seemed to have slid away.

When it was time for Nick to leave he asked if I wanted to hang out the next night. Normally, my heart would have leapt at the prospect. But tonight I just felt grateful to have him as a friend. I said I would call him and let him know what I was up to. Maybe we could go to a bar when I got off work, with some of our friends. Maybe we could just go back to my place and chill.

Whatever.

The End

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