A gay story: Wet Memories Ch. 04
Author’s Note: All characters that appear are over the age of 18.
Wet Memories — The Next Level
*This is a story from my college days many years ago. We have wrote this together and changed the names. There are several parts to this series.*
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The team was going to be home for a few weeks before the conference tournament started, so Sam and I were able to hang out more often outside of practice and games. Since Sam had an All-American season going, we decided to go out to eat the night before the next weekend series started to a steakhouse. Nothing fancy or expensive, because after all, we were living mostly off what was provided to us.
As we ate, I could tell something was on Sam’s mind. He had the same mannerisms when he was contemplating something when working on a project in our room before we rearranged it. So I asked what was on his mind. He told me he was fine, just enjoying his steak. I knew this was a lie, but I didn’t force the issue. I wasn’t going to be rude and pry. I didn’t know if he was dealing with something he hadn’t told me about or what, so I let it be and we enjoyed our meal.
On the way back to our room, Sam did speak up. Soon I found out why he didn’t say anything while we were eating.
“Hey Coop, you were right, I was thinking about something back there. I just don’t know how to say it,” he started.
I was thinking maybe he was going to transfer to a bigger school to get a better look at pro ball. I knew he had aspirations to play in the MLB, but I wasn’t sure, so I let him continue. Usually we were pretty blunt and straight to the point, so I told him to just say what he needs to however he wants.
“Well, I’ve been thinking,” he continued. “You know how much I enjoy our oral sessions, right?”
“Yes Sam, I do.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking for some time. Would you be okay if we went further?”
There was a hesitant pause from Sam after he said that before he continued.
“Coop, I want to fuck, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he concluded.
“Sam, whatever you want is fine with me,” I replied.
“Seriously,” he replied. “I was so nervous you’d be mad or say no.”
“If it’s what you want, we can do it. I mean, we’ve already proven it doesn’t affect our friendship or desire to be with women. I know you try to not sleep with women before games. It’s hard to go through the spring season, and sometimes you have to do what you can.”
“Okay,” he replied.
I told him that we will go at his pace, and if he wants to stop, it is fine. He assured me of the same thing. We jammed to some tunes on the way back to our room. We even saw some pretty good looking women who we happened to get their numbers.
When we got back to the room, Sam got in the shower, and when he got out I hopped in. We played some games for a bit. I was wondering if he was having second thoughts or if he had a specific time in mind. Did he want to wait until after the weekend series since he had the entire following midweek off? I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to force the issue.
Around 10:30, we decided to hop off and watch some film on the opposing pitchers for the upcoming series. We watched film for maybe 15 minutes.
“That Friday starter is going to throw me a first pitch curveball. I played him in high school and I couldn’t touch it. I’m going to do to that curveball what I’m about to do to your ass.”
I looked at him and before I could say a word, his soft lips were implanted on mine. We kissed for a moment sitting on the couch before I wrapped my arms around Sam and picked him up.
“Whoa, someone’s gotten pretty strong,” he exclaimed.
I sat him down on my bed as it was the closest. He must have really been feeling it, more than I thought he would.
“Take your clothes off,” Sam demanded.
So I did, and he did the same. Then he met my lips again. He pulled me back on the bed and I laid on top of him, our bodies pressed against each other. I could feel his limp dick pressed against my semi-hard dick. After a few minutes of making out, Sam used his leg strength to flip me over on to my back. He kissed down my chest and stomach. He then detoured around my cock and teased me by kissing my inner thighs. Then I felt his warm hand grasp my shaft.
He licked from the bottom of my shaft to the tip before devouring the entire length of my fully erect, shortly trimmed cock. Sam quickly bobbed his head along my cock. I rested with my arms behind my head, moaning as he sucked on my shaft. Sam paused briefly before he sucked on each of my balls for a moment before returning to my shaft. I continued to moan as Sam soaked my 6.5″ cock in his spit and my own precum.
After blowing me for what felt like forever, but was really only 3 or 4 minutes, Sam backed away from my dick. I then found out exactly how far he was willing to go as he took my hand and pulled me off the bed. Sam bent over the bed and demanded that I eat him out. Honestly, I was more than happy to oblige him. I gazed momentarily at his round butt that most athletes have. I smacked his cheeks before pulling them apart and gazing at his hole. I spat into his butt before I began flicking my tongue around his hole, which was covered with dark hairs. Starring into his butt turned me on even more, especially hearing his moans as he looked back at me as I licked his hole. I only ate his butt for a few minutes before he asked me to fuck him. I stood up and went to grab a condom from my drawer as Sam stayed bent over my bed.
“No,” Sam said. “Fuck me raw.”
I got back behind him and spat onto my cock as I moved it around his butt and teased his hole. I couldn’t believe that what I had wanted to do since the first time I saw his naked body, I was actually getting to do. I slowly slid my cock inside his hole. I moaned, and Sam moaned louder.
“Holy fuck!” Sam exclaimed as he buried his head in my bed to muffle himself.
Once I was completely inside of him, I began to slowly thrust in and out of his tight hole. I knew it was going to be tight as he had obviously never slept with a guy, which I hadn’t either. As I slowly picked up the pace, Sam squeezed to sheets on my bed and moaned even louder. After a few moments of going slowly, I began to pick up the pace until I was thrusting as quickly as I could. I had my hands on his hips and was pounding my pelvic area off his ass as hard as I could.
“Oh my god,” I heard Sam moan. “Fuuuuuuck yes, that’s it. Give me that cock.”
Hearing Sam talk like this turned me on more and more. Then I noticed I could feel myself getting close, but I didn’t want it to end so quickly as I wanted to really give Sam what he wanted. So I took my dick out of his hole and told him to roll over and lay on my bed. He did so and I crawled on top of him and began to kiss him once more. After a few moments, I slid my cock back inside his hole. Then I began to quickly thrust again. I quickly realized the short break did no good, but I continued to thrust as face as I could.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned as I gazed at Sam’s toned body and watched my cock quickly slid in and out of his hole.