Part 1 - Introduction
I’ve been friends with Oliver, whom I usually call Ollie, for a while now. We met a couple of years ago, around five years, in a bar. We were both by ourselves. I (Daniel) was supposed to go with a friend, but he canceled lastminute. Ollie is a bit older than me. Back in the day, Ollie was 34 years old, I was 23 years. You do the math on how old we are right now.
The age gap has never bothered us. Not when we just met, nor does it now. We have the same interests, have the same mindset and actually just don’t care. If it clicks, it clicks. There is one difference though; Ollie is straight and I am bisexual.
Ever since that first night we met, we hang out at least once a month. But most of the time more often. Not that long ago, we were hanging out at Ollie’s place, listening to some music, drinking some beers and just having fun. We were discussing whether we would go hit a bar or club that night, or just stay in to save some money.
Part 2 - The Tease
“Man, what should we do? Stay here or go into town?” I ask Ollie. He visibly thinks about what he wants and eventually answers. “I guess we can stay here tonight. It’s been an expensive couple of months. My birthday, Christmas, New Year’s…” sums Ollie up. “Alright, fine by me. You want another beer then?” Without even answering the question, Ollie hands his empty beer bottle to me. I walk to the small kitchen, put the empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter and grab two new ones out of the fridge. “Here you go man.” We both take a sip, which is followed by a silence of a couple of seconds. Ollie breaks the silence. “Have you fucked someone recently? Had any luck?” I nod my head. “No man, it’s been very silent these past couple of months.” It sucks, my balls were as dark blue as the ocean. “Yeah, same for me. There was this girl a couple of weeks ago. She was really pretty and all, I really tried to win her over, but damn did she give me a hard time.” I chuckle. “Don’t sweat man, you’ve been luckier than me these past couple of months.” Ollie agrees. Again, there is a couple seconds of silence. This time, I break the silence. “I got major blue balls though, it’s insane.”
“There’s only one way to fix that man, if you don’t count fucking.”
“I know, I’ve jerked off several times this week. But still, it’s not working. I really need somebody else to fix this, I’m afraid.” I can see Ollie checking me out from head to toe, followed by a small doubt. I wonder what he’s gonna say, but nothing. Instead, I drop my beer and it spills all over my lap. “Shit!” I scream. I jump out of my chair and put my beer on the coffee table. I try to dry my pants, but too much beer has spilled for it to be able to dry quickly. “I’m so sorry Ollie, there’s beer all over your chair.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Ollie walks to the kitchen and comes back with two towels. He gives one towel to me and tries to clean the chair with the other towel. “I think the damage will be small. Oh and you can borrow some sweats from me.” He walks into his bedroom to grab a pair of sweats and comes back. “Come on, drop your pants mister.” I pull down my pants, but when they’re at my knees I remember I am not wearing any underwear. Shit, how could I’ve forgotten? I was again out of clean underwear, so I decided earlier today to go commando. “Oh sorry, I completely forgot about this.” Ollie laughs. “Don’t worry mate. And damn, you are big. How big are you?”
“Wait, you’ve never seen me nude before?” I could’ve sworn he had. “No, at least not that I can remember. And I would’ve remembered this. So, how big?”
“Can you just please give me those sweats?” I’m still standing there, with my pants at my knees. “Not before you answer me, it’s rude to ignore your host’s question.” I really don’t want to answer this question, it’s kind of awkward. But I also just want to wear a pair of pants again. “Around 7,9 inches hard. Now give me those sweats, Ollie.” He starts walking towards me, still looking at my dick. “Can I touch it?”
“No, are you mad?” Luckily, Ollie is close enough to me to grab the sweats out of his hands. I quickly pull down my own pants completely off my legs and put on the clean pair of sweats. “Going commando in my pants, nice.”
“What happened to you? Why are you interested in my dick, all of the sudden? Or in any dick at all?”
“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you mate. And by the way, your bed partners are very lucky.” I get red. “Well, thank you. So, how big are you?”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you!”
“Are you serious? I just told you how big mine is. The last you could do is tell me how big yours is.”
“Fair enough, but I’m still not gonna tell you.” Before I can fight back again, Ollie unbuckles his belt, button and unzips. What the hell is happening here? I think. He pulls his jeans down and there it is: a hard dick, in all its full glory. In its full, 7 inches glory.
I’ve been friends with Oliver, whom I usually call Ollie, for a while now. We met a couple of years ago, around five years, in a bar. We were both by ourselves. I (Daniel) was supposed to go with a friend, but he canceled lastminute. Ollie is a bit older than me. Back in the day, Ollie was 34 years old, I was 23 years. You do the math on how old we are right now.
The age gap has never bothered us. Not when we just met, nor does it now. We have the same interests, have the same mindset and actually just don’t care. If it clicks, it clicks. There is one difference though; Ollie is straight and I am bisexual.
Ever since that first night we met, we hang out at least once a month. But most of the time more often. Not that long ago, we were hanging out at Ollie’s place, listening to some music, drinking some beers and just having fun. We were discussing whether we would go hit a bar or club that night, or just stay in to save some money.
Part 2 - The Tease
“Man, what should we do? Stay here or go into town?” I ask Ollie. He visibly thinks about what he wants and eventually answers. “I guess we can stay here tonight. It’s been an expensive couple of months. My birthday, Christmas, New Year’s…” sums Ollie up. “Alright, fine by me. You want another beer then?” Without even answering the question, Ollie hands his empty beer bottle to me. I walk to the small kitchen, put the empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter and grab two new ones out of the fridge. “Here you go man.” We both take a sip, which is followed by a silence of a couple of seconds. Ollie breaks the silence. “Have you fucked someone recently? Had any luck?” I nod my head. “No man, it’s been very silent these past couple of months.” It sucks, my balls were as dark blue as the ocean. “Yeah, same for me. There was this girl a couple of weeks ago. She was really pretty and all, I really tried to win her over, but damn did she give me a hard time.” I chuckle. “Don’t sweat man, you’ve been luckier than me these past couple of months.” Ollie agrees. Again, there is a couple seconds of silence. This time, I break the silence. “I got major blue balls though, it’s insane.”
“There’s only one way to fix that man, if you don’t count fucking.”
“I know, I’ve jerked off several times this week. But still, it’s not working. I really need somebody else to fix this, I’m afraid.” I can see Ollie checking me out from head to toe, followed by a small doubt. I wonder what he’s gonna say, but nothing. Instead, I drop my beer and it spills all over my lap. “Shit!” I scream. I jump out of my chair and put my beer on the coffee table. I try to dry my pants, but too much beer has spilled for it to be able to dry quickly. “I’m so sorry Ollie, there’s beer all over your chair.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Ollie walks to the kitchen and comes back with two towels. He gives one towel to me and tries to clean the chair with the other towel. “I think the damage will be small. Oh and you can borrow some sweats from me.” He walks into his bedroom to grab a pair of sweats and comes back. “Come on, drop your pants mister.” I pull down my pants, but when they’re at my knees I remember I am not wearing any underwear. Shit, how could I’ve forgotten? I was again out of clean underwear, so I decided earlier today to go commando. “Oh sorry, I completely forgot about this.” Ollie laughs. “Don’t worry mate. And damn, you are big. How big are you?”
“Wait, you’ve never seen me nude before?” I could’ve sworn he had. “No, at least not that I can remember. And I would’ve remembered this. So, how big?”
“Can you just please give me those sweats?” I’m still standing there, with my pants at my knees. “Not before you answer me, it’s rude to ignore your host’s question.” I really don’t want to answer this question, it’s kind of awkward. But I also just want to wear a pair of pants again. “Around 7,9 inches hard. Now give me those sweats, Ollie.” He starts walking towards me, still looking at my dick. “Can I touch it?”
“No, are you mad?” Luckily, Ollie is close enough to me to grab the sweats out of his hands. I quickly pull down my own pants completely off my legs and put on the clean pair of sweats. “Going commando in my pants, nice.”
“What happened to you? Why are you interested in my dick, all of the sudden? Or in any dick at all?”
“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you mate. And by the way, your bed partners are very lucky.” I get red. “Well, thank you. So, how big are you?”
“Well, I’m not gonna tell you!”
“Are you serious? I just told you how big mine is. The last you could do is tell me how big yours is.”
“Fair enough, but I’m still not gonna tell you.” Before I can fight back again, Ollie unbuckles his belt, button and unzips. What the hell is happening here? I think. He pulls his jeans down and there it is: a hard dick, in all its full glory. In its full, 7 inches glory.
