Background:

The guy in this story and I used to be mutual buddies right after high school. Neither one of us moved away for school, but we experimented like college. We had a lot of fun going to parties, getting wasted, making out, and cumming with each other.

Things went on like this for a while. Just quick hookups here and there when we were both at the same place. Then we both turned 21, and things turned complicated. What used to be sloppy nights of sneaking off in the dark turned into buying shots and sneaking off to make out in bar bathrooms. However, after he was able to get out into the public space a little bit, he started going after the girls again. This didn't surprise me. After all, Zach always insisted he was straight. He could get any girl -or guy- he wanted to. Built, but not tall. A smooth talker. Dreamy blue eyes with a perfect smile and a chiseled jawline. His hair is always styled, and he makes sure to dress sharp. We fell out of touch for a while; after he had been caught on a DUI.

Next I heard, he had run off with some girl. In the three years since I had seen him, they had gotten engaged and were going to start a life together a few states over. She was an old friend of his and it made sense. They got pets and bought a car together.

It didn't last though. About two months ago, Zach messaged me that he was coming back to Colorado. Evidently, she had been cheating, and he was living with a coworker. My mind raced, excited to pick up where we left off. We kept up here and there and he told me he was moving back in with his parents at the end of April.

Just last Saturday I heard from him again. He had been clean from alcohol for about a month, as an agreement to be able to live with his parents, but when he called me, he was drunk at a party.

He told me to find a cheap hotel room, and that he needed a ride. I picked him up and drove to the Motel 6. $68 dollars per night; Zach paid cash. I didn't know what to expect. After all these years, it occurred to me that this was the first time that he initiated something like this. I was always the one lusting after him, and it was exhilarating to feel it from the other side.

We practically broke the door down getting to the room. After a few minutes of a passionate make out session, he pulled himself off me and told me to take it slow. So we slid into bed, slowly feeling each others bodies for the first time in years. We kissed more. Slowly, purposefully. He pulled my shirt off, then I did his. Everything was so different this time, but better.

I could tell he was really letting himself experience it for the first time. Maybe some of that was the alcohol, but I think it was his realization that women weren't always going to be good for him (in more ways than one). Then he took control.

He ripped my shorts off and grabbed my bulging crotch. I lay on my back, stunned. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into my face. He didn't want me to see him stroking my cock. He pulled it out of my briefs and started slowly at first. I was already close - again I realized this was the first time he was deliberately jacking me off. He badly wanted me to cum. He sat next to me whispering into my ear, "You like that don't you?" "You're gonna cum, right?" "Let me have it."

He was stroking faster and faster. I was breathing hard - my chest heaving. I couldn't hold out much longer. I reached up, grabbed his hair, and pulled his mouth onto mine. I exploded. I hadn't cum in five days. He was impressed. I shot a lot - all the way up my neck. His hand was covered in sperm. We made out some more. Zach pulled his hand up and had me lick his fingers clean. It was the single hottest experience with him, and maybe, of my life.

Until the morning...