The View From My Knees

I was in a terrible mood. There was no particular reason; it was just one of those days. I’d tried working out, listening to my favorite music, and even eating chocolate.

“Ugh.” I complained to my friend Omar over IM. “Maybe I just need an orgasm.”

“Want some help with that?” the helpful – and perpetually horny – boy offered.

I had to think it over for a moment. When I’d made the comment, I’d been picturing a quickie with my favorite vibrator. Having a partner meant I’d have to be a little less lazy. But the payoff could be worth it.

“Sure.”

About ten minutes later he arrived at my door and followed me up the stairs to my room. “Hm,” I said, looking at the feline sleeping on my bed. “Let’s go into my roommate’s room, where there are fewer cats. We walked across the hall and giggled to discover another cat, fast asleep on the other bed. “I guess we can’t get away from them,” I said, just before yet another cat sauntered in to investigate the commotion. We doubled over with laughter, and I could feel my mood improving already.

Shooing away our furry friends, we sat down on the bed and began to make out. After a few minutes, we heard my phone alarm going off in the other room. (Hm. What was it trying to remind me about? Oh, who cares…) I excused myself to turn it off, and Omar called after me: “You had better be naked when you get back.”

Back in my room, I turned off my beeping phone and threw my clothes on the floor. When I returned, I saw that Omar had followed his own orders and was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked. I pushed him onto his back and immediately went to work on his cock with my hands. “Can you grab that lube?” I asked, pointing at a couple of bottles on the nightstand while gently stroking his soft member.

“Oh look,” he said. “This is that His and Hers kind. When you put them together they are supposed to make the universe explode, or something.”

I laughed as he handed me both bottles. “I think Chris and Amy have this stuff and they said it was nothing special. But we’ll have to try it out on a podcast sometime to see for ourselves.”

I opened the bottle labeled For Him and squirted the slippery substance on his growing cock as I rubbed it with my other hand. Once he’d reached his full erection – god, I’d forgotten how big it is – I wrapped my mouth around it.

“Ohh,” he moaned. Once of the things I’ve always liked about playing with Omar is the audible feedback. He really lets you know when he’s enjoying something, and it’s incredibly hot.

I continued to lick, suck, and slobber all over his huge cock for several minutes, occasionally shoving it deep into the back of my throat. I was pleased to see that, even though it had been almost a year since our last encounter, I could still deep throat him with ease.

“Hey,” Omar interrupted unexpectedly. “Are you going to let me give you head, too?”

I removed his member from mouth and wiped spit and precum from my lips. “Absolutely!”

We switched positions so that I was on my back and Omar went to work between my legs. His tongue lapped at my clit while his hand explored my vagina.

“Ohh,” I groaned. “Fuck, yes.” I gyrated my hips in time with his hand until I feared I was getting too close to the edge. “I need your cock in me now,” I demanded.

Omar didn’t waste any time as he sat up and grabbed a condom from his pants pocket. As he tore open the packet and prepared to put it on, I stroked his cock back to its full erection. Once the condom was in place, he motioned for me to get on my hands and knees and then entered me from behind. It hurt at first. Doggy style is often a difficult position for me. The deep penetration it allows can be uncomfortable, and with a cock as large as Omar’s it’s often downright painful. I spent the first several minutes squirming and adjusting my position to make it easier. The position I settled upon didn’t leave me much room to stroke my clit and give myself that extra bit of stimulation I’d need to come. But it still felt amazing as he pumped in and out of my pussy. I loved the sound of skin slapping against skin as he rammed me over and over. His thick cock filled me up like none of my other lovers could.

We went on like this for another 10 or 15 minutes when finally, with one last, hard thrust, Omar came. We collapsed on to the bed to rest.

“Ahh, that was just what I needed,” he sighed. “Did you come?”

“Not yet.”

“Well then, we’re not done.” With that, he crawled between my legs and began to work his magic fingers once again in my pussy.

“Oh yesss,” I hissed.

He stroked my clit with his thumb as his fingers slid in and out of my wet hole.

“How many fingers are you using?” I asked between moans.

“Two,” he replied.

“Use more.”

“My, you’ve graduated!”

As he filled me up with more fingers, I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm. I closed my eyes and let the feeling take over. I moaned and grunted and called out, “Oh yes. Oh god! I’m so close!” I lay there on the edge of ecstasy while his hand worked hard and fast between my legs until finally…

Finally, I realized I just wasn’t going to come. I opened my eyes and slowed my breathing. I placed my hand on his wrist, signaling him to stop. “Mm. That was good, thank you.”

“Man, my arm was starting to cramp up there,” he laughed.

We hung out in bed naked a while longer, chatting and cuddling, before getting up and cleaning ourselves off with a towel I’d retrieved from the bathroom. We said a friendly goodbye, and he was on his way.

Despite the lack of orgasm, it wasn’t an unsatisfying encounter. Sure, I would have liked to have come, but sometimes it just doesn’t happen. The sex was a lot of fun, and not every sexual encounter will be perfect. Heck, most of them aren’t. I’m just glad I have friends like Omar around to have a little fun with when I need them.