PART NINETY EIGHT
CRAIG
His breathing is heavy and he keeps wetting his lips as I sit astride him, thinking what my next move should be. I feel brazen, the thrill of seeing him losing control like this making me feel more courageous and confident, yet, I can't help but wonder if it's just because of the alcohol. He's laying still beneath me now as i sit on his chest, contemplative....thoughtful. I hadn't realised he was holding his breath as I played with his nipples, tweaking them occasionally until he jerks up suddenly, almost knocking me from my perch.
"Take em off Craig!" he almost shouts. I think to shush him, don't want to wake the neighbours and get chucked out but then think better of it, he doesn't look like he wants to be messed with....well, not in that way anyway, so I get off the bed unbuckling my belt....real fast before whipping it out of the loops. Then I shove my pants down and kick them off my legs, almost falling over in the process.
"Take the fucking cuffs off Craig!" He yells impatiently. Oh...right....okayyy.
"Why?"I stop what I'm doing and look at him. He seems to be getting agitated or frustrated or....both, I can't help wondering if I'd be better off just leaving them on him but then I think....nooo, pissed off JP not a good idea.
"Because....because you're driving me nuts and I wanna touch you" he cries out in frustration.
I start scrambling around, hadn't even thought of the keys, but I can't find them, they aren't on the table where I'd expect them to be. I tip out the entire contents of the goody bags, spilling everything out onto the floor making a right mess as i throw things willy nilly to the side, behind me....all over the fucking place.
"It might help if you put the light on Craig". Yeah....light.....good idea. I rush over to the door and flick the switch, illuminating the room for a millisecond before we hear a ping and the damn thing goes out.
"Bulbs gone!"
"No shit Sherlock!" he huffs from over on the bed. I think for a minute before grabbing my pants, rooting inside and reaching for my mobile. I press the menu button and the screen lights up indicating I have a message but John Paul's impatience is spurring me on so I ignore it but use the dim light to continue my search. Every few seconds the light dims further as it automatically powers down so I'm literally on my hands and knees searching, pressing the damn button all the time.
Damn it! I go back over to the bed and tell him the bad news.
"What if I need to pee?" he enquires. I blatantly check out the impressive bulge that is still contained in his pants. I don't reckon he'll have that problem for a while but I'm not telling him that though.
He looks pissed off and vulnerable and....sexy as hell, all at once and suddenly I want him to be free from restraints, I want him to be able to run his hands over my body too, I want him to be able to lean over me as he touches and kisses and licks my skin. It isn't enough just doing things to him, I want my actions to be reciprocated so we can feel things together. I rack my brain, trying to think what I might have done with the blasted key but I come up blank.
"Hang on" I go over to the cupboard in the wall where the fold out ironing board is and, flicking the button on my phone, I illuminate the inside. Reaching behind it I lay my hands on the lacy, netted sewing bag that was one of the many random items I'd come across the first day. There was wool, knitting needles and endless bobbins of cotton but I wasn't having much luck finding anything useful until I lay my hands on a little box with pins and needles in it.
"Ah hah!". Charlie and his golden ticket had nothing on me. I practically bounced over to the bed and, putting the box on his stomach, I rummaged through until I found one measly safety pin. It wasn't much but to me it was like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
"Right come ere...and don't move" I stressed. He bit his lip as I fiddled about, pulling every so often to see if they were undone. I wiggled it about....the safety pin....until I heard a click and a ping. John Paul's right wrist came free at the same time the thin metal lock pick broke. "Oh no! It's snapped!"
"Doesn't matter, come here". He shook his wrist out and bent his arm before scooping it around my waist and pulling me onto him hard. I landed on his chest with an 'oof', the breath knocked out of me but seconds later he was taking it away anyway with a frenzied kiss. With one hand shackled to the bed frame he still managed to twist us around until I was practically pinned beneath him, his leg wrapped around mine so that almost the full length of our bodies were aligned.
His free hand stroked the back of my head, pushing me closer as his fingers tangled in my hair. A mixture of a moan and a hiss escaped me as he ran his fingernails up over my already erect nipple, his thumb then brushing over the sensitive peak. I couldn't help it, I wanted to take control again so I pushed him over onto his back, a shiver running through me as his hand made it's way slowly down my neck, squeezing my shoulders and caressing my back along the spine until it hovered over my bum. He hesitated, so I took the initiative and, grasping it firmly, I lay it where I wanted it to go.
I think he was still a bit unsure because he didn't move it, it just lat there, firmly attached yet frozen, like he suddenly expected me to change my mind, become indignant and shocked if he actually squeezed it or something. Rocking back a little I eased my backside further into his grasp until he had no excuse not to touch it. Eventually he moved....slightly, until he'd smoothed his palm along my butt cheek, cupping it at the top of my thigh.
I was sat back on my heels, taking in his perfect physique, getting harder and harder by the second. I leaned over, eliciting another moan from him as I licked up his chest to his nipples, swirling my tongue around them until they stood in stiff peaks, becoming even more constricted as I blew on them.
"Fucking hell Craig!" I kissed all down his chest and torso until I came to that soft downy hair that trailed into the top of his pants, trying all the while to keep my breathing slow and even. Straddling his thighs now, I had a perfect, unrestricted view....The button on the top of his pants was calling me, sending a silent message to my fingers which appeared to have a will of their own as I reached out, toying with the metal clasp, flicking at the zip unconsciously as he hissed out another expletive. If I did this, it would be my choice, not one thrust upon me by anyone else, just mine. I knew if I took the initiative then that way, when it came to the next stage it would be his turn to reciprocate.
"Craig?" I slid two fingers into the waistband of his pants as I thumbed the button, watching with satisfaction as it slid through the hole, popping open with the force behind it. The teeth of the zip unfasten themselves about an inch making it easy for me to pull it down, the metal grating against it's counterpart as the two sides parted ways easily.
"Craig?" I leaned over, kissing him tenderly, eagerly as I slid my hand into his pants, nudging them down until they were well over his hips. My palm made very brief contact with his erection as I moved his clothing out of the way, sliding his pants down to his knees before tracing a line back up his leg to his boxers. Breaking the kiss, I felt the butterflies come fluttering back to reside in my tummy as I started work disposing of his underwear. His mouth was open, waiting for my kiss but it would have to wait a little longer. Sitting back, I took hold of the material on both sides of his hips and, quickly, before I could change my mind, I dragged them down, past his knees and off over his feet, taking his pants with them.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't spontaneously combusted or anything and the world hadn't ended....so, so far so good. Then I lifted my eyes back up and....I couldn't breathe.
I'd seen him naked in the showers after football practice and semi clad at the pool and on the beach, hell, I'd even felt it once or twice but never before had I actually come face to face with his erect cock before and....let me tell you, looking at the sheer size of it, John Paul had nothing to be ashamed of.
Thank God for the blindfold! I tried not to look at it head on, figured I might go blind or something if I stared at it for too long but I just couldn't draw my eyes away. It was like they were glued to it, nothing was making it come unstuck.
Was it bigger than mine? It certainly seemed that way but maybe it was just the angle I was looking at it from. I swallowed audibly at the sheer magnitude of what was before me, closed my eyes and tried to relax as thoughts overcame me.
Now I just had to make a choice.
JOHN PAUL
"Fucking hell Craig!" He kept blowing on my nipples causing them to tighten even more, the sensation feeling like hundreds of little needles pricking into my skin all at once....It was fucking amazing! My eyes rolled back in my head as he started working his way down, leaving a trail of soft wet kisses in his wake as he slid back onto my legs. My hand was burning from holding his arse but I daren't move it in case he changes his mind about it being there. Fuck knows when but he's removed his pants at some stage and my cock is well aware that the only thing separating his from mine is a few flimsy layers of material.
I feel his bum against my thighs as he sits back on his haunches and I send a silent plea that he isn't checking me out. It's not that I'm ashamed or anything, after tonight I know he fancies me and wants me but there's something a bit disconcerting, knowing he can see me, my obvious arousal and I can't see him. I want to see his eyes glaze over with desire as he looks at me, I want to see how red his lips have gone from the kissing and I want to see him do all those nervous ticks that he does when he gets nervous because that's the only time I feel more in control than he does and lastly but by no means least, I want to see that look on his face as he finally lets go, giving himself over to the best fucking orgasm of his life. Screw bloody Sarah and Darlene and that other silly cow....Natasha or whatever her name is, they can sod off with their pretty hair and feminine curves and perfumed skin, I want to hear him call my name!
"Shit!" He's playing with me....well, not with me....my cock but....playing about with the zip which I have to say, is driving me nuts. Is he bored? Has he nothing better to occupy his fingers with? Or is he just deciding what to do next and giving me a mini trauma in the mean time. Who the fuck knows?....who the fuck cares? I think as he slides his fingers into my pants.
"Craig?" Does he know that his fingers are there, literally millimeters away from the most sensitive part of my anatomy? I suck my tummy in, like he won't have already noticed as I take a sharp intake of air. I feel the slight pull on my pants before the button gives and then I strain to here the sound of the zip as he drags it down, all the way to the bottom. I actually can't believe this is happening.
"Craig?" Why Isn't he answering me? Have I done something wro....He kisses me! Full on the mouth, our tongues intertwining as his gorgeous sexy mouth works it's magic. Ooh...Oh! His hand comes into contact with my cock as it grazes over the surface on it's way down to shoving off my pants. I'm concentrating on the kiss but at the same time my head is crying out that Craig Dean, Craig fucking Dean has his hand down my pants....no wait! Not down my pants because he's pulled the fuckers right down to my knees and now he's trailing his finger up my leg in what can only be described as one of the sexiest things I've ever felt. He pulls away, my lips feeling bereft instantly but I don't have much time to dwell on it before he pulls my boxers down and off too.
I might not be able to see him but I can hear his breathing as it hitches in his chest before he attempts to regulate it, which he doesn't manage as it becomes erratic again. I'm doing that....me, John Paul McQueen, making him, my best mate Craig Dean get all breathless and excited. He is excited right? I have to question myself because he hasn't actually uttered a word to me in ages.
"Fucking hell!!....Oh shit!!!" I groan out loud as I feel his finger lightly trail the length of my cock from base to tip and back again. I shut my eyes and bite my lips as my head goes back, sinking deeper into the pillow. I can feel movements, hear him shift around but my thoughts weren't very clear as the only thing registering right now was his finger as it gently circled the tip. The pillow dipped briefly as he leaned over on his hand and pulled the blindfold from my face, the first image I register being the shy smile etched on his face, the second of course are the rich brown, almost black eyes as they stared at me intently.
The intensity of his gaze seared into my own, tattooing the image of his heavy lidded, molten brown gaze, fringed with the long sweeping lashes into my mind forever. I'll never forget the open mouthed wonder and the pinkish stain to his cheeks as he grasps me firmly in his hand and starts to work my hard, stiff flesh up and down as his eyes never leave mine.
"Craig!" His name comes out, a gasp, a groan, there's no way I'll last long but I hold out, I want this feeling to stay with me as long as possible. His head is resting on his elbow now and he leans over to kiss me as his hand works faster, determined to bring me to orgasm. It suddenly occurs to me that I have a free hand so I go for it, my hand nudging his leg so I can get better access. His hand leave my cock for a split second as he swats it away but I'm determined there's no way I'm going this alone. Putting my hand back on his bum....more firmly this time, I let it wander very gently into the back of his boxers, cupping his ass cheek with my hand. I guess I figure that if he doesn't feel it straight away then it'll be too late to stop me when he does.
I start to reach round but...
"Oh fuck me...that's goood!" I shout breathlessly. Jesus! He kisses me once more, probably so I don't wake the neighbours and I savour the taste of him as his tongue delves deep, his lips nipping and sucking on mine. I can't even concentrate on what I'm trying to do because his fingers have joined in the challenge to get me off as quickly as possible too. They're doing all kinds of wonderful things to my balls, rolling them around just like I do when I imagine him on the football field and then his thumb grazes over the most sensitive part, right over the tip, before vigorously pumping my cock and I think I'm gonna....I think I'm....
"Jesus fucking Christ!!!!" He rips the orgasm from me as my cock explodes, the evidence of how much I want him spurting all over the place, the warm, milky fluid covering my chest and arm, his arm and hand.
CRAIG
Holy shit! I don't know what's come over me but what started out as a tentative exploration has turned into the best fucking wank of my life....and it isn't even mine. He keeps moaning and swearing like he just can't stop himself and it's the biggest turn on imaginable. I thought I'd had good sex before, I'd always enjoyed it but looking at John Paul, seeing his face hot and flushed as he nears breaking point, watching the pinkish blush as it creeps up his chest to his neck is fucking brilliant.
His eyes are making me hard too...I mean....eyes! What's that about? No one's ever looked at me before and managed to make my cock jump to attention and....fair enough, I was hard before but, if I hadn't have been, I would be now. They're....blue, like really, really blue and all glazed over and stuff. He's trying to focus, I can tell he is but they're all soft looking and hazy and I can tell he can't really see me that well. He keeps blinking too and when I'm not kissing him his tongue is wetting his lips constantly.
I think he wants to touch me too but it's not about me, not this time.....no, this time I want it to be all about him, I want to watch as he can't contain himself any longer. He moans again as I let my fingers take a different path for a minute, explore the soft tissue beneath his cock. This gets an even bigger moan and as I kiss him, I can't help smiling against his lips. His hand has stilled again, I think I've managed to distract him from his task so, still enjoying the feel of the kiss, I take the full length of his cock back in my hand and start to work it, my thumb stroking across the tip before building the momentum, jerking him off faster and faster until....
"Jesus fucking Christ!!!!"
I pull back amazed as I look down for the first time since taking his throbbing hard on in my hand and watch as his cock pulsates, the hot, wet fluid coming from him in spurts until he's spent. My own hand is covered in the stuff as is his chest and lots of other places. Turning my head back around I see his chest rise and fall rapidly and then look at him as he licks his lips repeatedly, the pink tip sweeping out to wet them. His eyes are closed and I can see tiny beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, glistening from the light coming through the window.
I still can't believe I held someone else's cock in my hand, let along brought him to orgasm and now I don't really know what the hell to do. Leaning over the bed I snag the nearest article of clothing, my shirt, and wipe my hand quickly, hoping to have it done before he realises so he won't get offended, then I look back at him and see....too late, he's already seen me but has a smile on his face. He holds his hand out but I figure, since It's my fault we're in such a mess, the least I can do is clean it up. I wipe my arm down and then dab away at his chest until I'm sure I've got it all up. Talk about a passion killer!
As I look back at him my breath catches, trapped in my throat as I see the intensity of what he's feeling shining in his big blue eyes. I can tell he can't really believe that just happened and to be fair, neither can I. There's so much going on in my head right now it feels like a bomb might go off any second, just lots of little thoughts about me and him and tonight not least of which is how much I enjoyed seeing his face change, his body change as he got closer to me getting him off. I should be stressing about the fact I'm even doing that, that I'm straight and I'm falling for my gay best friend and that for the last eighteen years I've been living in denial or I should be worrying what my friends and family might say if I told them, should be thinking what my decisions could mean for my future. Yes, any one of these thoughts would seem rational right now so why was it that all I could think about was doing it again, both of us, getting each other off this time. That's not the logical thinking of a sound mind. Is it?
