A Little Bit of Fun

“A LITTLE BIT OF FUN”

-Never Hurt Anyone! -

A Male-on-Male Erotic Fantasy

By

Chris M Richards

©Richards 2024. All Rights Reserved.

This story is for mature adults only. Content contains sexual descriptions and details. All characters depicted within are 18+, and similarities between persons living or dead are purely coincidental. It is also illegal to share this work with those under 18, and to copy or distribute this work, in part or full without prior permission from CM Richards Ltd.

PART ONE.

We weren’t at the same school growing up, so we did not see each other that often, though when we did, we had fun. It was the type of friendship that was easy to pick up where it was left off, effortless.

Our common interest was professional wrestling. Another common interest of ours was a particular wrestler, The Ultimate Warrior. And it was for the same reason, his physical appearance. I thought he was one hot dude, I loved his cut muscles, especially his bulging thighs and what was in between them, the tights he wore were almost see through so I could tell he was circumcised. I wanted to see him naked. I was sexually curious about him but could never admit to it. I thought my Mate, Patrick, Pat for short, would not accept me if I did.

When we came of age Pat grew into a hot, sexy Twink. We still caught up as often as we could. Even though we were both 18 now, our love of wrestling had not waned. We also loved to train together and go to our other mate's wrestling parties. Despite my age, I loved them, I knew he did too. They used to be video parties and talk of the league, who we thought was on the rise, and who was over. At the last party we ever went to, before adulthood would separate us all, our mate Bobby erected a wrestling ring in his parent’s backyard, and we wrestled all day. Even though we planned our fights and moves, we did get rather physical with each other. I remember reaching out for Pat in an attempt to body-slam him.

My hand missed its target, the back of his thigh, and ended up in his crouch, where I was surprised to feel his fully hard cock. It was then I began to hope that he might be into guys as well. I knew he had been with a girl before, but wrestling around with six other sweaty dudes was turning him on. I liked this close contact two but did not get a boner. Not until I felt his. I excused myself from the match so I could sit down and hide my hard dick from my mates. While I sat out of the fight I started to think about Pat and his hard-on. Curiosity often flames my erotic nature though I never thought it was possible to be with Pat, so I never got my hopes up.

We all crashed into sleeping bags in Bobbie's basement. We talked and talked for hours before, one by one, drifting off to sleep. It was a warm night and most of us slept on top of our bags, including Pat and me. I woke up in the early morning hours as I needed to piss. I had developed a piss-fat in my sleep, so I woke to a full erection, or was it hard because I looked down to see Pat running his fingertips over it, through my tracksuit pants? I turned my head so I could look at him. Further adding to my surprise was seeing that he was doing the same to himself! There were five other fellas’ asleep around us and I had always seen him as straight.

My hormones were surging, and I could feel my underwear getting wet from the pre-cum that I was leaking, I desperately wanted to pull my pants down and let Pat jerk me off for real, instead of teasing me through my clothes. My hand slipped down my body and met his above my dick. It was dark and difficult to see so I took hold of his fingers, guiding them past the waistbands of my pants and shorts until they were resting in my ginger-brown pubic hair. I then let go and pulled my hand back out of my pants, so he had more room to play with my throbbing penis. He was not shy, despite being amongst others, he took a firm grip on my dick, moving his hand slowly, teasing me. I let out a whispered moan, before placing one of my hands over my mouth in case I did it again. I was glad he was pulling me off so slowly as I would have cum quickly otherwise.

I reached over to try to do the same to him, but because I was much taller than Pat, I could not reach his cock without sitting up, which I thought would wake the others, exposing our new secret of lust and desire for each other. I felt selfish not being able to get him off as well, but I had to accept that I would have to wait to play with his cock. In the end, I laid back and soaked in the sexual sensations shooting through my body from my stimulated dick. I needed to take a leak, and the gentle hand job was quickly driving me toward the point of no return. I was about to cum. I could not speak to warn him, so I grabbed his arm and lightly tugged it in an attempt to let him know. He resisted and continued. I bit my fingers hard when my cock exploded, shooting squirt after squirt of hot cum all over my cock and balls, his hand, and my underwear. It felt so good that my eyes rolled back into my head, as I tried to quietly catch my breath. I rolled my head back in his direction. It was so fucking hot watching him lick my cum off his hand and fingers. He did not stop until it was all gone.

Then the urge to piss again hit me. This time I sat up without caring about who woke up and made my way from Bobbie's basement, back out into the yard. My dick still felt huge in my hand as I began to go, recapping in my mind what had just happened and how much I enjoyed it. I wanted to explore more with Pat, I wanted to share more than a one-sided hand job. It then dawned on me that soon I would have to return to Sydney at the start of the new week. I had to finish my first-year studies but would return at Christmas. Any more erotic encounters with Pat would have to wait for a few more months.

After I finished pissing, I stayed outside for about a minute or two, hoping he would join me outside, and I could be polite and suck him off, in thanks for the incredible hand-job he had just given me, but he remained inside with the others. I was disappointed and made my way back inside. Pat was snoring his head off by the time I laid back down next to him. It took a long time for me to pass out as my mind was full of thoughts about Pat. I had wanted to talk to him about the moment we had just shared after so many years of friendship. I never got the chance.

In the morning when we all woke up, we were now just a group of six. At some point, after I had fallen back to sleep, Pat had re-woken, silently packed his stuff, and had left…