Jon All Along

Alex felt more than a little silly. How had he become so mixed up? They say that hindsight is twenty-twenty, but with something so obvious, he just had a hard time believing that he’d been so stupid.

And yet he had been.

Arriving home, seeing what he had thought was a woman, he had slipped straight into caveman brain. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or perhaps he had been distracted somehow. But a woman it was that he had been convinced he was seeing.

Of course, being the gentleman that he was, he'd taken her inside. And, being the lech that he was, he wanted to have his way with her, trying to live out some sort of sexual fantasy.

Somewhere along the line, though, things changed. Alex had been forceful, as was his way, kissing his guest aggressively, taking what he wanted. Twice, once in the living room, once in the hallway, he’d blown his load down her throat. Twice she’d thanked him and asked for more.

And Alex was happy to oblige. She was, after all, a guest. A stylish guest at that. He had begun to admire her outfit, the way it showed her body off, the way her breasts were so prominent. The way her face, we’ll made up, never seemed to look messy, despite her attention to his groin. Alex’ own make-up constantly needed touch ups. He would have to ask her for tips when they were done.

Wanted for more comfort, Alex lifted his guest by the hand and lead her to his bedroom. Once again he found the stranger between his legs, his cock on her mouth. He stared down at her, admiring how she looked between his smooth, stocking-clad legs, desperately sucking, mewling for his cum.

Suddenly things changed. Alex blinked. Like curtains parting to reveal a hidden truth, so did the world reveal something that, for some reason, he hadn't noticed.

"Jon?" he asked, recognizing his friend.

"Alex?" Jon said with a smirk after sliding his puffy lips from Alex’s erect cock.

Of course it was Jon! As Jon returned to his sucking, as men usually do when visiting, Alex thought back on their encounter. In retrospect, the whole thing had been rather obvious. Jon had been out front, wearing one of his usual lingerie outfits, his tits out front for the world to see. The way his cock had been hidden in his panties. How could it have been anyone other than Jon?

Even the way he’d been acting. Saying he wanted Alex to be his boyfriend, flirting with him to get him to take him inside, could he had been any more obvious?

Alex reached up and squeezed his sizeable breasts through his pink bra. Sometimes touching himself helped get him off. He had, after all, cum twice already in Jon’s mouth, so it would take a bit of effort. Jo was being a good sport, sucking on Alex’s tiny penis, using his tongue in a good, manly manner, one that Alex himself used quite often.

“Oh baby,” Alex said in his breathy small voice, remembering that dirty talk usually helped him along, “I’m such a slut! If you can’t make me come, maybe I need some big strong men to put me in my place.”

“You’re such a whore,” Jon agreed, coming up for air momentarily, “Let’s finish up then go show some of your neighbours what kind of man you really are!”

That did it. Alex squeezed his huge tits tightly as he sprayed a fountain of cum all over Jon’s face. It was glorious. It was one of the things he loved about having Jon as a friend. They always knew, just as men do, how to take care of each other, without all the weird emotional stuff that his sister and mother always talk about.

Jon climbed up and straddled Alex, then leaned down so the two sets of painted lips could touch. It was gentle, but quickly evolved into Alex licking his friend clean. It was his mess, after all. He should be the one to clean it up.

After a while, the pair rested up from a long, warm embrace, they got up and made a plan. The neighbourhood was full of men who could use a visit from the pair. They decided to split up. There were friends to be made, and the quicker they met them, the faster everyone would be in a better place.