Went to visit

I had a friend named Lyokha. We studied together at the institute and kept in touch after graduation. We'd meet up, drink beer, or something stronger. We'd tell each other about our lives, talk about work.

This was a long time ago. It was the end of May. Two years had passed since we finished the institute. Lyokha lived separately from his parents in his own apartment. He didn't have a steady girlfriend, wasn't obligated to anyone.

We sat at Lyokha's place, drank some beer. Decided to go to a local disco, went, drank some more there.

We got back to Lyokha's place at 5 in the morning. The sun was already shining, but it was cold. It wasn't much warmer inside.

We sat

at home, drank more beer. Decided to go to sleep. Lyokha took a shower, I followed his example. I didn't want to get out of the hot shower, but the desire to sleep won out.

Lyokha got undressed, went to sleep on his sofa, he made up a bed for me on a folding cot. He fell asleep very quickly, but I somehow couldn't sleep — because of the cold. The blanket wasn't helping much. A crazy thought occurred to me — to lie down next to Lyoshka on the same sofa. It would be warmer together. I had never done that before.

What the hell — I climbed over to Lyokha on his sofa. The sofa was small, I pressed my stomach against Lyoshka's back. Lyokha was sleeping soundly, didn't react, he was lying in just green boxer shorts, clean, smelling nicely of shower gel. From the closeness of Lyokha's body, I quickly got aroused, my cock just shot up. I carefully pulled Lyokha's shorts down in the front. Lyokha's cock was lying there, it was about 15 centimeters long, uncircumcised, large balls. I touched his cock, carefully opened the head, then closed it. Lyokha's organ began to swell, but didn't get hard. Lyokha still didn't react at all, he was sleeping soundly. I reached into his shorts from behind, touched his ass. Lyokha's ass was neat, firm, velvety. I wanted to touch his hole, but didn't dare. My cock became simply wooden from this, I feel like I'm about to cum. I quietly got up, went to the toilet. There I tore off some toilet paper, pulled down my shorts, grabbed my circumcised cock in my fist and started jerking off — sharply, hard, forcefully. One, two, three… I feel the orgasm approaching. I held out the toilet paper, semen poured out of my cock in a stream, there was a lot of it. Then I rinsed my cock with water, returned to the room. My cock still hadn't gone down. I lay down on the bed, pressed my aroused cock against Lyoshka's ass and fell asleep.

Probably 2 hours passed. Then Lyokha stirred, woke up and saw me on his sofa. He shook me awake.

"And what are you doing lying next to me?!" he asked indignantly.

"It's cold in the apartment, it's warmer lying with you," I answered him.

Lyokha got up and silently walked to the window, and I continued to lie there. I even admired his body. No, I had seen him naked many times. But that was a long time ago, back in our first year, in the pool shower. Back then he had, you could say, a teenager's body — skinny, awkward, with thin arms. Now I saw an adult man in front of me — tall, solidly built, sinewy arms. Although there was already a hint of a "beer" belly.

"Lie down," he said and left the room.

I heard Lyoshka go to the toilet, then to the bathroom, splashed around there for a long time. The bed was warm after him, and I dozed off.

Lyokha returned from the shower in a robe and shorts, he had a towel over his shoulder. He took off the towel and robe, put them on the folding cot, then threw back the blanket, quickly sat down on my chest and pinned my arms.

"Hey, Lyokha, what are you doing?!" I asked him and tried to break free. But it was useless — Lyokha pressed down on me firmly.

"Don't squirm," said Lyokha and moved closer to my face, "You wanted to taste a real man's cock, right?! You'll get it, just don't complain later. You think I didn't feel anything when you were touching my cock and ass today?!"

He unbuttoned his boxers and took out his cock — full, but not yet erect. He started moving his cock over my lips. I recoiled.

"Open your mouth! You're going to suck!"

"I won't!" I said. In response, Lyokha slapped me across the face with all his might.

"You will! You will! You will suck, I said!!!" Lyokha got worked up and started hitting me on the cheeks, then pinched my nose, "Open your mouth and work, don't you dare touch with your teeth, I'll tear them all out!!!"

I had to submit. I opened my mouth and Lyokha shoved his cock in. Sucking was disgusting, breathing was uncomfortable. Lyokha put his hands on the back of my head and started moving my head back and forth.

"Come on, baby, work, work. You wanted this so much yourself. Try it all on yourself," he said.

Gradually Lyokha's organ became bigger and bigger, breathing became worse and worse. Then he started moving my head faster and faster.

"He's going to cum now," I thought. And sure enough, Lyokha pulled his cock out of my mouth, semen poured from it onto my face.

Lyokha took the towel and started wiping me.

"Let's go," Lyokha took me by the hand and dragged me to the bathroom.

"Wash up," he said. I started washing the semen off my face, feeling broken.

"Washed up? Let's go!" said Lyokha. He wasn't wearing shorts, a condom was already on his cock.

"Where?!"

"There! There, damn it, let's go!!!" Lyokha dragged me into the room, pushed me onto the sofa, threw me on my back, pulled off my shorts, threw my legs up.

From the pocket of his robe, Lyokha took out shaving gel, lubricated my hole. Started pushing his cock into my ass. It was very painful. Breathing was difficult, Lyokha leaned his whole weight on me. He shoved his cock all the way in and started fucking me like the last whore: sharply, jerkily, methodically.

"Bitch, scum, it hurts, damn it! A-a-a-a," I moaned.

"Well, you wanted this yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself!!! And your ass is tight, narrow! It's great in there! Ye-a-a-a-ah!!!!"

Lyokha's cock pulsed, semen filled the condom. He lay on me a little longer, then carefully pulled out his cock. I went to wash up.

Coming out of the shower, I saw that Lyokha was crying. I looked at him questioningly.

"You bitch, you scum, I hate you, you seduced me!!!!" he yelled at me — "Get out, never come to me again, delete my number!!!!"

I got dressed, took my things, got ready to leave. Lyokha had calmed down in the meantime. At the door, he held out his hand to me.

"But I won't shake your hand," I said to him.

"You talk less," he said to me in farewell.