by Ryan Carlyle (firstname.lastname@example.org)
A night of drinking leads to a handsome straight man
getting comfort from his gay roommate. A true story.
(MM, 1st-gay-expr, intr, hispanic, oral)
"Ryan? Ryan... hey Ryan..."
Slowly, I opened my eyes. The room was dark and I was
lying on my back in bed. I turned my head slightly to
the right and saw my bedroom door open. Thru the
darkness, I saw the pale glow of a light in the hall
and the shadow of a figure against the light.
"Ryan, wake up..." It was my roommate, Carlos. From the
position of his body in the doorway and the slur in his
voice, it sounded as though he was drunk. Or, if not
drunk, he was definitely buzzed.
"What is it?" I whispered, clearing my throat to get my
Carlos slowly walked over to my bed. I could barely see
him in the dark but I knew exactly what he looked like.
At 26, he was one of the most handsome men I had ever
seen. Being Hispanic, he had the typical Latin skin,
black hair and brown eyes. He was only 5'2", which was
a source of embarrassment for him, but his body was
anything but embarrassing.
When he was a teenager, his father had him work hard
physical labor by building houses with him and his
muscles were toned from natural work. As he got older,
he bought a weight set and worked out several times a
week, developing a hard, muscular and very defined
physique. He wore extra large shirts and you could
still see the muscles in his chest and arms where they
stretched the fabric.
His leg muscles were so big that he had to wear pants
that were 2 inches too big in the waist for him, just
so they would fit his thighs. When my gay friends would
meet him for the first time, they would practically
drool over him, which was about all they would get to
do, as Carlos was straight.
Carlos seemed to wobble a bit as he walked to the bed
and he stopped right at the edge. My eyes were
adjusting to the darkness and I could see him standing
there, with his head down.
"Carlos, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Man, I just can't take it anymore, I miss her so bad."
Ahhhh, I thought. Here we go again. Carlos had
separated from his wife a month earlier and it was
extremely hard on him. They had been married for 5
years and had 3 sons. The youngest boy was my godson
and, when they separated, I offered my home to him for
as long as he wanted. We were close friends and I knew
how emotional he could get. Unfortunately, Carlos was
also a heavy drinker and when he drank, his emotions
seemed to rush to the surface.
"I know, man, I know. You wanna talk?"
"No, no... well... I don't know..." he said, his voice
slurring. All of a sudden, he plopped down hard on the
bed and I had to hold him to keep from falling off.
"Whoa, man, sit down. Are you okay?"
"Not really. I'm buzzing big time right now. Was over
at Beto's house drinking tequila with him."
That was not good news. As I said, Carlos was a heavy
drinker and tequila hit him especially bad. I just
hoped he wouldn't be throwing up or passing out because
I could barely lift him when he was awake, much less
All of a sudden, he blurted "I hate her for what she
did, Ryan. She had no right to do me that way. And my
boys, I miss them so bad. I know I fucked up at times
and drank too much at times and shoulda' been there at
times... but I always provided for them and tried to do
what she wanted! And for what... she tells me she can't
live with it no more and gets a lawyer, fuckin' bitch!"
I sat there and rubbed Carlos's arm, knowing the pain
he was feeling. I had heard this from him before and
the hurt and rage and bitterness he felt were always
Suddenly, Carlos learned down to me and said "Ryan, can
I sleep here awhile? I don't feel very good man, I
don't wanna be alone." I smelt the liquor on his breath
and thought for a coupla seconds. I wanted to help him,
but I didn't want him throwing up all over my bed. As I
decided whether to let him lie down on the bed awhile,
he started lurching over, his head hitting my shoulder.
I grabbed him and laid him on his back.
"Carlos, are you alright?" I asked quickly. No answer.
"Carlos!" I said again louder, shaking him slightly.
"Yeah, I'm... okay." He mouthed it so quietly I could
barely hear it.
I didn't have much choice now because there was no way
I could lift Carlos out of my bed and carry him to his
room. So, I got out of bed and set about making him
comfortable. I took off his shoes and sock but debated
about his shirt and pants. Carlos knew I was gay and I
didn't want him to think I was trying to seduce him.
However, I knew that when you drank a lot of alcohol,
your body radiated a lot of heat as it burned it off
and he would be very uncomfortable in his clothes. He
slept in his underwear anyway, so I didn't figure he'd
think anything about it. It was hard pulling his upper
body up from the bed and pulling his shirt off but
finally it came over his head.
Then I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his shorts and
slowly tugged them down his legs. It was slow going
because they were so tight against his muscles but they
finally slid down to his lower legs and I took them
Carlos lie there, and though I had seen him in his
underwear before, the sight was still beautiful. He was
wearing red briefs that had a hard time holding his
ample basket. His dick jutted out in the briefs and,
even though I had never seen it, it was obvious that
his cock was large. His muscular chest was smooth and
hairless, except for a small trail of black hair that
went from his navel into his underwear.
I went out and turned off the hall light, closed the
door and turned on a small night light in the bedroom,
in case Carlos woke up during the night and wondered
where he was. I lay down on my side of the bed, with my
hands underneath my head, thinking about Carlos and all
he had gone thru in his life. He had shared much with
me about how he grew up in an abusive family and now he
had to deal with the pain of divorce. I knew how he
adored his sons and how the separation from them would
hurt him even more.
As I thought about Carlos, I looked over at him. He had
not moved a muscle and his breathing was slow and
uneventful. Finally, I thought smiling, he can get some
peace in his sleep. As my feelings welled up in my
heart, I reached over and gently touched his cheek.
Then I turned back, closed my eyes and fell back to
I don't know how long I had been sleeping when I felt a
sudden hard movement in the bed. My eyes flew open and
I shook my head quickly. I felt the movement again...
it was almost like a tremor... and looked over to where
Carlos lie sleeping.
He was still on his back but his body moved restlessly,
as if he were having a bad dream. I saw him shake
quickly once more and I sat up, leaned over and grabbed
"Carlos, wake up!" I whispered loudly. He didn't
respond and I shook him harder. "Carlos!" I said again,
this time in a loud voice. His eyes slowly opened and
he looked at me. The gaze was almost a vacant look.
Evidently the alcohol was doing a big number on him
this time. "Man, are you okay?" I said in a quieter
He licked his lips, closed his eyes again, and said,
"Yeah, just getting chills... or something... I don't
I just keep trembling... I can't help it."
"Are you cold?"
"No....I don't know what it is... I can't relax."
"Okay, man. Just do the best you can. Let's see what we
I was still holding his shoulders and felt him shake
again. His skin was radiating a lot of heat, so I
figured it was just a normal body reaction to the
alcohol. I began to rub his
shoulders and arms, adding a little massaging action
now and then. I thought it might relax his muscles and
help him fall asleep again. Carlos closed his eyes as I
began rubbing his arms and murmured something.
"What?" I asked him, not understanding what he said.
"I said that feels good. Keep doing it."
As I continued rubbing his arms and shoulders, a wave
of desire began to build in me. My dick began to get
hard as I felt his muscles and I was embarrassed at the
intensity of my feelings.
I continued rubbing his arms and shoulders and slowly
moved my hands down to his chest. His pecs rose up like
twin plateaus, the valley between them glistening with
sweat. His pink nipples looked delicious, hardening
when my hands passed over them. As I rubbed Carlos's
chest, I looked at his face to see his reaction. His
eyes were still closed but his breathing was faster.
I looked back at Carlos's chest and moved my hands down
his body, delighting in the feel of my hands sliding
down the edges of his pecs, onto his flat stomach. His
abs were firm to the touch and he tensed slightly as my
hands stroked his muscles. I wasn't rubbing his body
anymore as much as I was stroking it.
It was very sensual and my dick was hard as steel. I
continued to stroke Carlos's chest and stomach, which
he seemed to enjoy just as much as I was.
As my desire for him grew, I looked down at his crotch.
His dick had grown inside his briefs and, because he
had it pointing down, it was pulling his underwear away
from his crotch. I could see some of his curly black
pubic hair but I wanted to see more!
As I continued to stroke his body, I leaned down and
begin to lick his chest. The sweat on his chest was
somewhat salty but was like an aphrodisiac. I licked
more and more of his chest, running my tongue up to one
of his nipples. As I sucked the nipple, Carlos's gasped
slightly. I stopped to see if I had gone too far but he
made no move to stop me. I continued fucking and gently
biting the nipple and then did the same to the other
one. Carlos still did not move to stop me and my lust
continued to grow unabated.
As I kept licking and sucking on his upper body, my
hand moved down his stomach until I felt the edge of
his briefs. I lifted up off his chest and looked at his
basket. Carlos's dick was straining to get out and,
with my feelings totally overwhelming me, I decided to
help it! I moved down to the end of the bed and leaned
over Carlos's legs, my hands on the edges of his
I took one last look at Carlos's face. His eyes were
still shut but I knew he was aware of what was
happening. When I got up from licking his chest, his
hands had moved up from his sides and had started
stroking his chest and stomach. There was no doubt in
my mind that he wanted the action to continue!
I pulled Carlos's briefs down, working them over his
muscular hips and down his massive legs. When I pulled
them off his feet, I looked back at his body, now
totally naked and ready for my pleasure.
When I saw Carlos's dick, I stopped. It was fantastic!
I'm not a size queen and, unlike many gay men, don't
have to have a humongous dick to suck on. But Carlos's
cock was wonderful! It was uncut, about 7 inches long
and very thick. The shaft was a beautiful shade of
brown, smooth and inviting, that was topped by a large,
pink, mushroomed head.
In fact, the head was so big, I could barely see
Carlos's foreskin! It stood straight up from his
stomach and there was a small stream of pre-cum leaking
from the head. His balls were just as gorgeous, smooth,
hairless and larger than most that I had seen.
The sight of this totally nude, built, masculine
hispanic was more than I could take! He was my roommate
and one of my best friends but the physical perfection
of his body was overwhelming and I wanted him
desperately. I knew he was straight but here he was...
totally naked in front of me, his hands caressing his
own body, knowing that I was there with him! His sexual
desire was obvious and he evidently didn't care who
touched him as long as it felt good. Well, I was about
to make us BOTH feel good!
I straddled his legs and looked down at the inviting
feast before me. I could see his meat throbbing and I
leaned down to lick his pole. As my tongue touched his
shaft, I heard another gasp from Carlos and looked up
quickly. His eyes were still closed but BINGO!! A
slight smile was on his lips!
That was the green light for me and you better believe
I went on thru the intersection quick! I took his rod
in my mouth and began to suck it hard. The feel of my
lips around it... the taste of his pre-cum... the feel
of his hard muscular body beneath me... all contributed
to me giving one helluva blowjob!
As I sucked more and more of Carlos's man-meat into my
mouth, I felt his body respond. His hips started moving
in rhythm to my sucking and his hands gently grabbed my
head. I thought at first he was trying to pull me off
his dick but he simply held my head in place over it...
as if I wanted to go somewhere else instead of sucking
on that big Latin dick!
I continued sucking away and soon felt his hands leave
my head. I looked over to see what he was doing and he
had simply stretched his hands out behind his head...
as if trying to relax and enjoy what I was doing to his
I wasn't able to get all of Carlos's dick in my mouth,
due to our position, so I moved around until my legs
straddled his chest. It was hard to put my legs on the
sides of his muscular chest but I did the best I could.
With that change, I began to put more and more of
Carlos's beautiful rod down my throat. As I went deeper
down on his cock, Carlo's groans began to get heavier
and his hands reached around and began to stroke and
pinch my chest.
His cock started to get a little bigger and I knew it
wouldn't be long before he shot his big creamy load of
tequila down my throat! I was leaking pre-cum with a
vengeance and started rubbing my dick across his rock
hard stomach. His moans got louder and I suddenly felt
Carlos's dick get hard as steel and the head began to
expand. He grabbed my sides as his crotch arched up
from the bed and began to groan loudly
His cum shot into my mouth with a vengeance... two...
three... five warm jets of thick cream. As he came, I
continued to suck hard on his rod, wanting to milk
every drop of the sweet mixture from his balls. His
pelvis dropped back down on the bed but his body
continued to jerk as his dick continued to deliver the
creamy nectar from his body. There was so much it was
almost as if he had not gotten off in several days.
I swallowed as best I could and continued to suck and
lick around his cock, which showed no signs of losing
its erection. I began to feel the tremors in my own
cock and began rubbing it harder on his stomach. In
just a few seconds, my cum exploded all over Carlos's
abs and I sucked his man-meat as far down my throat as
I could get it.
After a few minutes, Carlos's body movement began to
subside and he fell back on the bed, as if he was
Considering the amount of cum he gave me, his nuts
probably WERE drained! But, if they weren't, I woulda'
been happy to drain them for him! His cock began to get
soft and I let it slip from my mouth. I got off his
chest and laid beside him, looking at his handsome
Carlos was quiet and then slowly turned his head to
look at me. A smile began to cross his lips, his eyes
closed and opened slowly, and he said, "Man, I've never
felt like that before... I never knew having a guy suck
me could feel so good."
I looked straight in his eyes and said, "I couldn't
help it, Carlos. You're just so fuckin' handsome and
were feelin' so bad, I just wanted to make you feel
better. But... you're my friend and I feel guilty like
I took advantage of you..."
He listened carefully to me, licked his lips slowly and
said, "Hey, Ryan, don't worry about it. You're still my
friend. I admit, it was strange havin' a guy suck me
but it felt good. Don't worry bout it."
I smiled slightly, leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks, Carlos. I mean that... I love you like a
brother and I would hate to lose that."
Carlos nodded his head slightly, turned his head back
and closed his eyes. I laid back on the bed, trying to
sleep but remembering the feel of his body... the taste
of his rod in my mouth... the desire he had brought out
in me. After awhile, I, too, began to fall asleep... a
feeling of contentment and happiness inside me.
That happened 4 years ago. Carlos and I continued to be
roommates for the next 2 years and our friendship is
still strong as ever to this day. We never had sex
again, although, every time I would see him with his
shirt off or just wearing his underwear, the temptation
to grab him was strong! I'm sure Carlos was aware of my
feelings but he never seemed to be bothered by it. That
would often make me wonder if maybe he would go for it
again but I never wanted to chance losing his
We still hug and touch each other as best friends do...
and, despite the sexual desire he incites in me, I
think that is the best kind of relationship to have!
But, whenever I drink a shot of tequila, I think about
that night of passion with my straight Latin hunk. And,
who knows... as a friend of mine always tells me, "in
life, there are always... possibilities."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.