Bobby is at my house for a sleep-over. He is my best friend and we have been doing sleep-overs for years. I guess since we are both 19 we are too old to be calling it a sleep-over, but what else do you call it? The only difference this time is that the twin beds in my room are gone and we are sleeping together on a queen bed.

Bobby is home on leave from the marines. It is the first time I've seen him in six months. He is certainly not a boy anymore. Maturity becomes him. Just like all the extra muscle he has packed on. I've been in love with him all my life. We've dated together, jacked off together, and jacked each other off, and discussed sex ad nausea, but I've never told him how much I want to suck his cock. In other words I've never told him I'm gay. Actually I want to have loving sex with him, but as far as I can tell, he isn't gay so I would settle for sucking his cock.

He's asleep next to me, stark naked. That's something new. He never slept naked before he went in the marines. It's taking all my willpower not to lean over and take his dick in my mouth and love it. I'm laying here with a raging erection and am jacking off very surreptitiously, so as to not waken Bobby.

As I stroke myself to orgasm my fantasy is that Bobby is straddling my chest, fucking my mouth, and I'm about to receive his load as he orgasms. But it is just me that comes and with the release of the sexual tension I fall asleep with my stomach covered with cum and with my briefs pulled down to my thighs.

I'm dreaming the same fantasy about Bobby fucking my mouth and in it I am licking his balls. It is one of those weird situations where I'm dreaming and am awake enough to know I'm dreaming. I'm coming awake and don't want the dream to end. Something woke me up. I feel something lying on my mouth. I open my eyes and see Bobby's balls and erect cock looming over my face. Without conscious thought, like I am still in the dream, I raise my head and suck both nuts into my mouth. It feels so right.

Then I become fully conscious and realize it isn't a dream. Bobby is straddling my chest and I am sucking on his balls. I release his balls and Bobby inserts his cock in my mouth and rhythmically pushes it in and pulls it out of my mouth. I can't believe I have his cock in my mouth. My hands almost of their own accord reach up and stroke his hard muscular body everywhere I can reach. I love the feel of his soft, silky skin and the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. This whole situation seems surreal as I lay back and enjoy the love of my life feeding me his cock.

The he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood up on the bed. I was devastated. I wondered what I had done wrong to make him stop. I so desperately wanted him to finish and let me have his cum.

"Huh?" I said.

He said, "Slide your body down about three feet."

I did but I still didn't know what was going on.

He moved the pillow from behind me, knelt down above my head, leaned over me, reinserted his cock in my mouth and then I felt his hard, wet mouth encircle my cock and suck on it as he bucked his hips and fucked my mouth with his cock.

Suddenly I knew I had died in my sleep and had gone to heaven. What I had fantasized about all my life was happening. My logical mind popped and asked, "Where did he learn to do this: I thought I was the queer?" But the emotional me didn't care. Bobby had taken over and was making love to me and that was all that mattered.

I wanted to participate but it was Bobby's show. I didn't want it to end. My parents were sleeping just down the hall so we had to be quiet.

Fortunately the bed springs didn't squeak and Bobby sucked expertly with almost no noise. I never wanted this to end but of course it had to.

I started writhing as he brought me to orgasm and he fucked my mouth deeper and faster as he approached orgasm. Then, wonder of wonders, we reached orgasm almost simultaneously. He took my load in his mouth and I assume he swallowed it. I had no choice, he ejaculated three times in my mouth and I had to swallow whether I wanted to or not. As much as I fantasized about taking his load the reality was another thing. I didn't mind the sweet taste but the quantity caught me by surprise. I controlled the gag reflex and swallowed it all.

Bobby turned around, lay next to me, and lovingly kissed me. Then after-sex lethargy kicked in and cradled in Bobby's arms I drifted off to sleep again. I just barely heard him say, "We'll talk tomorrow and I'll tell you all about 'Don't ask, don't tell' in the military."

I didn't believe it. Even for a cruising park the guy was blatant, but my cock didn't care as I got an instant erection. This cute young stud was sitting on his bicycle in front of the restroom completely naked. He had his shorts tossed on his shoulder. His cut cock was only slightly engorged.

He stared me in the eyes as I walked up. I stopped next to him and let my hand caress this thigh and then, bypassing his cock, move up and stroke his hard muscular stomach. He still just looked at me. I looked down and watched his cock expand to six and a half inches. My hand slipped down and encircled his shaft and stroked it.

"This is rather dangerous isn't it? Not everybody in the park is gay. You want to go inside?" I asked.

"No, the danger is a turn-on. Can't you feel it? Look at the bulge in your pants."

As I looked around to see who might be watching I said, "No, you give me the hard on, not the exposure."

"Hey man, if you want to suck my dick, do it right here," he said bluntly.

I knew it was stupid but I wanted his cock in my mouth. I had already been cruising for a couple of hours and he was the first decent guy I had seen that I wanted to suck. Shit, for all I knew he was a cop. But to mangle an old adage "hard cocks in the hand makes a guy do dumb things."

I leaned over and licked on the head of his cock and then up and down its length.

I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing my mouth onto his cock as he said, "Suck it deep."

I let my lips encircle the head on his dick and slid my lips down six inches. That was the length I could normally take, although if really pushed I could deep throat up to seven inches. I was sure I could take his whole cock down my throat.

So I worked my mouth up and down his stalk as I fondled his balls and ran my hand over his stomach and chest. He smelled slightly of sweat and leather which was a turn-on. After blowing him for a while I went deeper on my downward thrusts and took all of his cock.

After three or four stokes at this depth, he pushed my head down and held me there as he exclaimed, 'Fucking yeah, man! Deep throat me: take the whole thing."

He let go of my head and I resumed sucking his cock. I had to do all the work here. I could tell he wanted to buck his hips up and try to fuck my mouth but sitting on his bike he couldn't do that. After a couple of minutes his body started slightly shaking as the cum rose in his loins.

I increased the pressure of my lips on his cock and the rapidity of my strokes which made him shake and twitch even more.

As the cum rose, he pushed my head down on his cock and held it as he yelled, "Ahhhghhhhh."

I could feel his ejaculations start and my mouth was flooded with cum. I released my head and I backed my mouth up his stalk and swallowed convulsively as he shot off three more loads. I withdrew up his stalk and milked the last of his cum out of his cock before I let his softening cock slip out of my mouth.

He said, "Thanks man," and I watched as he got off his bike, slipped on his shorts, got back on and rode off.

I looked around. Sure enough, there were guys watching from a distance. One of them gave me a thumbs-up sign and another clapped his hands and then they faded away in the woods or up the trail as they continued their own search for cock.

It was late morning and there was only Steve and I in the stables. I finished what I was doing and looked around. I saw Steve standing by the wall about 20 feet away, looking at me and stroking his crotch.

"Come on, Jason. It's time for your morning protein snack."

I walked over to him, raised his t-shirt up to his chest and nuzzled and licked on his hard, defined stomach muscles. He smelled like horses and straw and tasted and felt like hard, muscular man. I could feel my cock getting hard in my jeans. I had a thing for hot, sweaty, muscular older guys and Steve really fit the bill. He was straight but he loved to get his cock sucked and we had fallen into a pattern. Every morning and afternoon he let me suck him off.

I squatted down in front of him, unfastened his jeans and pulled down his jeans and shorts. His uncut, five inch cock was fully erect and ready for my waiting mouth. I'm not a size queen and his cock was big enough for me. In fact it was really just the right size for my mouth. Large cocks are nice to look at, are great to masturbate and maybe get fucked with, but for sucking, nothing beats a cock that you can get all the way in your mouth and enjoy without gagging.

Steve is not a "wham bam, thank you mam," sort of guy. He enjoys my wandering hands as I roam his body, and my tongue as I lick and suck at his cock, balls, perineum and asshole. The longer I can draw out the erotic sensations, the better he likes it. Once I got him to come by licking without ever sucking his cock at all. The governing factor is how much time we have for privacy. There are ten other people who work here and we have to work in our sex time around their activities.

I would love to get him naked in bed, but so far I can't get him to do that. I guess he believes that getting his dick sucked by a guy is one thing but getting naked in bed with a guy is straying too close to being gay. I can live with that. I'm certainly not going to do anything that would deprive me of my twice daily "protein snacks."

I licked on his cock as I stroked his balls with the tips of my fingers. I slid his dick in my mouth and went down on it all the way as I slid my fingers between his legs and massaged his perineum.

"Oh fuck yeah; you really know what I like," he said as he partially squatted to allow better access between his legs.

I licked my finger between sucks on his cock and slid my hand between his legs and in the crack of his ass until I found his rosebud and lightly massaged it with my wet finger.

"Fucking shit, man," he said as he squatted even further down.

He ran his fingers through my hair as I serviced him and said, "You have incredible instincts, I wish some of my lady friends could play my senses like you do."

I pulled my hand out from between his legs and grabbed both buttocks in my hands as I sucked harder and faster on his cock. We only had a small window of opportunity for sex this morning and I wanted my protein snack.

He grabbed his nipples and tweaked them with his fingers as I sucked his dick. I could feel his body trembling and knew his orgasm was imminent.

"Suck it Jason, suck it; I'm gonna cum," he grunted and I could taste and feel his cum in my mouth.

He didn't particularly like to bury my cock in his mouth when he came. He liked me to just keep on sucking as he layered the inside of my mouth with my protein snack.

As I let his cock slide from my lips I was already thinking about my afternoon snack.

I kept twisting around but it didn't do any good. I had to take a fucking piss and it was the middle of the night and cold as hell. The military didn't believe in wasting a lot of money heating the enlisted barracks. I drifted back to sleep but not for long.

As a lay there contemplating getting out of bed and going to the john I heard somebody else get up and go down to the latrine. I waited a while but he didn't come back.

Finally I really had to pee so I got up and scurried down the length of the barracks to the latrine. I was basically sleepwalking. I went directly to the nearest urinal and stood there with my eyes closed peeing. God it felt so good that my cock became erect as I finished peeing. I stood there stroking it, figuring I might as well jack off while I was there.

"Instead of playing with yourself why don't you stick your cock up my ass, Jack?"

I had forgotten there was anybody else in the latrine. My eyes popped open and in the dim light from the street lights outside. As I turned sideways I saw a shadowy figure two urinals down bent over at the waist with its legs spread wide and its ass in the air.

"What the fuck," I said. "Who is that?"

"It's Pete, you silly fucker. Keep your voice down."

"What the hell are you running around naked in the middle of the night for, Pete?"

"I was jacking off and was gonna use a broom handle to fuck my ass with until you came in and started fiddling with your cock. I'd rather have your hard cock up my ass any day than a broom handle. How about it, Jack? Will you fuck me?"

He turned his body sideways and backed up until his ass was touching the head of my cock. He reached back, spread his cheeks and backed up a little more until the head of my cock was pressed against his asshole.

"Just push it in, man. Fuck me"

Damn, it was almost a fait accompli anyway, so as he pushed back I pushed forward and I felt the head of my cock slip through his anal opening. I just continued pushing and almost effortlessly my whole of cock was buried up his ass and I was fucking him.

I suddenly wasn't sleepy any more and Pete was moaning and groaning as I fucked him.

"Damn, Pete, I don't care how much you're enjoying this. Keep your mouth shut. You're making more noise that I ever did."

My cock slid in and out. He really loved it when I pulled almost out of his ass and then slid it all back in his ass. But he had a very tight ass and I could only take so much of it before I came. So in a few minutes I blew my load up his ass and then pulled out.

I walked over to the sink and cleaned up my cock. I turned around and he was standing there still wanking his joint with a look of ecstasy on his face.

I wasn't one to waste good cum so I slipped to my knees in front of him, displaced his hand on his cock with my mouth and went down on him all the way.

I had known by the look on his face that he had been about to cum. Sure enough, after a few good deep throat sucks, he grabbed my head pulled it all the way down on his cock and shot off in my throat. I could hear him gurgling as he suppressed any sound he may normally have made as he came.

He washed up at the sink and we left separately to go back to our bunks. I had no trouble going back to sleep. That had been a hell of a lot better than a wet dream.