Wicked Wednesday 233 Fucket List – What Dreams May Come

Brendan looked down at the scrap of paper in from of him. A fucket list? Really? This wasn’t high school anymore and he wondered how he’d gotten himself into these shenanigans. With a shrug he began writing down his goals, but was determined not to share with the group since he wasn’t out to them yet. He figured he’d laugh over it with his roommate and crush later and maybe show him the list in hopes that David would get the hint.

The evening ended uneventfully with Brendan having successfully managed to avoid sharing his fucket list and he headed home to relax before bed. When he arrived he could hear David in his room, clearly watching porn. That guy seemed to be such a horndog despite never bringing anyone home. Brendan was surprised that he could hear the porn as usually David was more quiet about it, but he probably thought he was home alone still. Before Brendan could announce himself he heard clearly male voices from David’s room and shook his head.  He sighed to himself. “Wishful thinking,” he muttered and yelled out that he was home (the porn stopped instantly) while he walked into the kitchen to pitch his fucket list in the trash. Sharing it now seemed like a poor choice in hindsight.

David wandered out to say hello obviously still in the mood and Brendan used all his self control not to jump the other man, although he wondered if it would be a welcome thing. Dave wandered out to grab a couple beers and as he tossed the bottle caps into the trash he spotted the list Brendan had just tossed. “Dude, what’s a fucket list?,” came from the other room. “Nothing man. Just some stupid game the gang wanted to play at the bar.”

David fished the piece of paper from the trash and took a quick glance at it. His jaw dropped and now it made sense why his roommate was such a loner. They had more in common than he thought and he wondered how best to broach the subject of perhaps becoming lovers. A fucket list….hmm….Dave was gonna show Brendan what a fucket list meant he decided. Walking back into the room with the beers he sat one down in front of Brendan and grinned at him. “Sooo, about that list…” Brendan’s eyebrows launched so high on his  face they nearly met his hair line. “Please tell me you didn’t look.” “Fine I won’t tell you that I looked. But you could’ve told me dude. You know I’d keep my mouth shut.”

“Yeah, but you know it isn’t an easy thing to do. I’ve been trying to come to grips with myself for a while.” David nodded and took a swig of beer, wondering how best to proceed. “Alright look man, I’m gonna lay it out for you. Right now. You knew I was gay when we moved in together. But the reason I wanted to be your roommate is because I think you are amazingly hot and living with you and getting to know has only made you more attractive to me. That said, I can drop this subject now or…you can let me kiss you.” He stared levelly at Brendan waiting for a reply. Brendan took a drink and stared right back at his roommate, unsure what to say or do. After a moment and another sip of beer, “Yes.” It was just barely a whisper, but it was enough.

David slid across the couch and took Brendan’s beer from him, setting it down on the coffee table. He touched Brendan’s face gently and then pulled him closer and gave him a soft gentle kiss. Nice and slow. When he pulled away, Brendan looked almost shell shocked, except for the desire clearly visible in his eyes. “That was number one on your list I believe. Shall we do it again?” Brendan nodded and leaned towards David this time and the electricity between them was almost palpable at this point. The kiss deepened this time and both men toppled onto the sofa with Brendan on top. He moaned softly and ran his hands along David’s shoulders and ground his hips into David’s still hard cock. This was amazing and wonderful and scary all at once. He didn’t care if they went further tonight, he just knew that kissing the man underneath him was the most important thing in the world right now.

They came up for air and David laughed, “So is that fucket list still just a stupid game?” Brendan blushed slightly and shook his head laughing as well, “Maybe not. I don’t think this would be happening otherwise.” “And what else do you want to happen tonight?,” Dave queried. Brendan wasn’t sure if he was ready for more so he responded simply by kissing David again, this time nipping gently at his bottom lip and encouraging David to open his mouth for him. Brendan’s tongue darted in swirling around, tasting the beer and David both and he moaned again in delight. He felt his own cock harden through his jeans and pushed himself against David so they both knew the effect their make out session was having. David leaned up and whispered into Brendan’s ear, “I want to suck you off and taste your come.” Brendan shuddered at the thought and David pushed back him up and stood. “Get up and strip,” came the soft request and Brendan was helpless to do anything but comply. God, he wanted this.

As soon as he was completely nude David pushed him back onto the couch and knelt shoving the coffee table out of the way and tipping over the beers in the process. He teased Brendan, his mouth blowing warm air across his cock, but not quite touching him. Brendan stared down intently at the scene unfolding before him and waiting as patiently as he could for that glorious moment when David would take him. Licking along his shaft David simply enjoyed the taste of his new lover and kissed and nibbled at the insides of Brendan’s thighs. Brendan growled softly with impatience now and squirmed, lifting his hips, wanting to feel David’s mouth around him, engulfing him.

David finally gave Brendan exactly what he wanted and sucked his cock deeply into his mouth with a low moan that made Brendan twitch and spasm against David’s tongue. David worked the cock in his mouth hard and fast before switching to more gentle, slower movements. Brendan was writhing on the couch by this point, gasping for air and just lost in the sensations of what was happening. David moaned again and Brendan moaned aloud as well. He was getting closer and closer to what was going to be an incredible orgasm. David could feel how close Brendan was and he buried his face against Brendan’s groin taking him as deep as he could and sucking hard. That was all it took and Brendan’s hip rose and fell, bucking wildly as he shot a load of come into David’s waiting mouth.

David savored the taste and slowly slid his mouth off his friend’s dick. “Two goals down…”

 

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And just in case you missed it, you can find last week Wicked Wednesday post here.

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2 Responses to Wicked Wednesday 233 Fucket List – What Dreams May Come

  1. The things a list can do… sexy story!

    Rebel xox

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