Christopher - Run in With Tanner

I met Tanner in 6th grade, back when my family lived in North Carolina. My friend group at the time was based out of proximity to each other. All of our dads were in the military and we basically all lived in the same copy/paste neighborhood a few miles from the military base. You got used to friends, at the drop of a hat, packing up and moving away, never to be seen again. The upside was the empty house would quickly get rented and new friends like Tanner would come along.

Tanner was black, skinny, and hilarious. He had an older brother who was built and athletic, on the football team in High School.

Tanner and I became quick friends the summer he moved in. He had a PlayStation 2 so we spent a lot of nights at his place. I remember the first sleepover when we were changing into our sleep clothes, he didn’t laugh at me for wearing tighty whities, but he did tell me he switched to boxers because his brother told him he would get teased when we started changing for gym next school year. I took that advice to heart and switched to boxers by the next sleepover.

Unfortunately, by the next summer, my dad was transferred and I didn’t see Tanner again. I did switch back to briefs during my senior year in high school.

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Ten years later I was back in North Carolina for my grandmother's birthday weekend. I flew in on a Friday, we had her party on Saturday and it was over by 8 pm.

I found myself back at my hotel by 8:30. Lucky for me there is a bar within walking distance to the hotel. With nothing better to do, I walked over and ordered a drink. I took a look around, the bar was mostly guys, mostly military. The few women at the bar were there with their boyfriends and husbands.

At this point in my life, I was still closeted about being bisexual, and even though this wasn’t a small town, it was the town where my grandmother lived so I figured I wouldn’t try to hook up with any of the guys at the bar.

I finished my drink and saw the only two women that looked single at the bar had a half dozen guys already pawing at them. So I got myself another drink and went to the back where an empty shuffleboard table sat unattended.

I started scooping up the sand to get it on the table when I heard a voice call my surname.

“Alikakos, holy shit, it is you,” a sexy black man was walking over to me.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I said, sprinkling sand on the table.

“Bro, it’s Byron Tanner,” he smiled his dimples a dead giveaway of who he is. His new muscles and height, on the other hand, made him almost unrecognizable.

“Oh man, Tanner, I can’t believe it, how are you?” I gave him a bro-hug.

He launched into a long story about what he had been up to for the last ten years. It wasn’t very interesting, he graduated high school and to no one's surprise, he enlisted instead of going to college just like 90% of the kids I grew up with.

After a few rounds of shuffleboard and another drink, I went to the bathroom. He followed. There were only two urinals so there was nothing to think about when he took the urinal next to me. I was a little tipsy and couldn’t help myself from stealing a glance at his dick. I was not disappointed. It was at least six inches soft, thick enough that I thought I accidentally caught a glimpse of his belt until I realized he wasn’t wearing a belt.

I quickly zipped up, washed my hands, and went back out to the table. He joined me, asking if I wanted another drink, his treat. Naturally, I said yes. He went over to the bar and came back with a flight of shots.

“Oh shit, is that for the entire Marine Corps?” I half-joked, already feeling tipsy, knowing how I get when I do shots.

“Nope, new game. Each round, loser takes a shot,” he said, dimples on full display.

“Game on, I hope you can handle your liquor,” I teased.

We basically traded shots for the next hour, I got stuck with the last one. This was when I found out the bar closed at 2 am and it was last call.

“Oh man, this town sucks,” I joked.

“You’re telling me. The worst part is there is only one cab service in this shit hole and it will take at least a half hour for me to get a ride home.” He complained.

“Ah, that’s terrible, lucky for me I’m right across the street at the hotel,” I threw down cash for the bartender.

He threw down cash and walked with me.

“I need to make sure you get home safe,” he joked.

“I live in Chicago, I think I can handle all this,” I gestured at the dead town around us, no people, no cars, basically a ghost town.

He laughed, “Ok, ok,” he put his hands up as though I was pointing a gun at him, “maybe I’m just not ready to say goodbye again,” he smiled.

“Well, if you want, there are drinks back in my room, if you want to continue to catch up,” I offered.

He looked back at the bar as the sign turned off, “You know what, yeah, fuck it, let's do it.”

We got into the hotel room. Kicked off our shoes and I went over to the mini bar and started to pour us each a mini bottle of whiskey that I’m sure they would overcharge me for.

I handed him a glass, clinked glasses, and took a sip. I put mine on the table, then grabbed a small pile of dirty clothes off the couch so he could have a spot to sit and tossed them onto the chair. To my embarrassment, I watched yesterday's powder-purple underwear tumble in slow motion from the top of the pile to the floor right next to Tanner’s foot.

Like an investigator at a crime scene, he used a single finger to scoop my underwear off the floor by the white waistband, holding them at eye level and raising one eyebrow, he grinned, “Briefs?”

My face went instantly red, I quickly snatched them back and tossed them on the pile. “I switched back,” I shrugged.

He took a sip, “Yeah, me too.” He smiled at me and gently shrugged his muscular shoulders.

“Yeah, I’d like to see that,” the words flew out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying.

He nearly spit out his drink. Looked me in the eye, placed his glass on the desk next to him, and unbuttoned his pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked, unable to hide a smile.

He slipped the pants off his ass slowly revealing a pair of mid-rise military green briefs, letting the pants fall to the floor, then stepped out of them. My eyes zeroed in on the pouch of his GI briefs, he reached behind his neck and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I let my eyes drift up from his package, slowly up his very defined V poking out the top of the waistband, up his abs, his chest, and then his eyes which were watching me drinking him in. He took a step forward, closing the gap between us.

I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and then he leaned in and whispered, “I hoped you were down.” His eyes narrowed on mine and then dropped to my lips and he kissed me.

I was in shock. He moved quickly,  pulling my shirt off over my head, and yanked my pants and underwear off of my hips with one hard pull, my dick sprang up to full attention, and he pushed me to the bed, crawling between my legs, pushing them to the side as he roughly kissed me and groaned into my mouth as his hardening dick started to rub my taint through the thin fabric of his underwear.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he warned, then continued to kiss me aggressively.

I got nervous, I don’t like it rough, it’s not my thing. “Be gentle,” I managed to say as he broke our kiss.

He yanked his briefs off, and his 6.5” cut dick sprang out, “do you have lube?” He asked, looking at my lips with hunger.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll get it,” I rolled out from under him, hoping to seize control of this. Over at my luggage, in the side pocket, I pulled out a small bottle of lube and condoms.

He was lying on his back watching me and slowly stroking himself. I got on the bed on my knees and started to straddle him, he grabbed me by the hips and maneuvered us with ease, putting me on my back where he wanted me. I handed him the condom and lube.

“No condom,” he said, tossing it to the side, pumping the lube onto his rock-hard dick.

“Yes, condom,” I said, sitting up to reach for it.

He put his big hand on my chest, stopping me from grabbing it, “Come on Chris, I don’t have anything.” He started to lube up my hole with his other hand, gently pushing his index finger in to see how tight I was.

I was surprised, and a little turned on, by how dominant he had become since we last hung out. Hell, since we left the bar he had tapped into an animalistic side that was hot as fuck.

“I don’t either and I want it to stay that way,” I told him with a smile to not kill the mood.

“Then you don’t have to worry  with me, and can take my dick like a man…and enjoy it,” he said gruffly, with a cockiness as he added more lube to his cock.

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to do this with Tanner, but I…

“Roll over,” he said, setting the lube aside, breaking my train of though.

I rolled onto my stomach. He straddled my ass, sliding his dick between my cheeks, nudging the crown into my ass until the lube eases him into my hole. “Mmm, fuck yeah, you want my dick?” he asked and then gave my ass a hard spank.

“Ow, not so hard,” I tensed at the smack.

“Oh, you’re a pillow princess huh?” He said, the head of his dick pushing into my hole.

“I’m not…ungh,” I started to say and then felt the excruciating pain of the head of his cock popping forcefully into my hole along with an inch of his dick. “Owww, shit,” I nearly screamed, pounding my fist into the mattress, “fuck Tanner, that hurts,” I said through clenched teeth. The sting shot right up into my stomach.

“You’re ok, just relax and let me in dude. Shit, you’re a tight little bitch. You need to man up and take it, dude,” he growled, giving another shove to get his dick deeper into me.

“Ahh, shiiiit,” I could barely say, my lungs no longer taking in air. His words rang in my head, challenging my manhood as I tried to relax and let him in my ass.

“Mmm, fuck yeah Alikakos, damn,” he moaned, pushing deeper still, “I knew you’d be a bottom the second I saw you at the bar,” he whispered in my ear as he sank the rest of his dick into my hole, bottoming out with a moan.

All I could do was clench my teeth and take it, it didn’t feel good yet, but I didn’t want to drag this out and I felt the need to make sure he was satisfied.  He lay flat on me, scooping his defined arms under my armpits and grabbing my shoulders, pulling me tighter to his dick. His wiry pubes ground against my lubed hole as his lips met the nape of my neck as he pulled out and pushed back in. His girth was putting pressure on my prostate, giving me wafts of pleasure with every hard thrust, enough to keep me going. I wasn't going to bitch-out on him, my competitive nature from childhood kicked in and for some reason, I needed to be “man enough” to ride this out, if I can get him to cum…I win.

“Yeah, you like my cock in you,” he grunted.

I tried to mumble, “Mmhmm,” but I think it just sounded like a pleasurable moan to him.

He started humping me fast. He really knew how to long stroke, pull out almost all the way without accidentally pulling out completely, and then slam all the way into the hilt, getting as much out of his inches as he could. I arched my ass up to meet his thrusts as he transitioned to jackhammering me and I let out an involuntary moan.

“Fuck your ass feels good on my dick, you like my dick in you don’t you?” He asked again, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of agreeing. “Yeah you do, you get off just knowing my dick is deep in your hole,” he growled at me, picking up the pace and hammering my prostate with every slam of his hips.

I just groaned, my breath synching up with his as he moaned in my ear.

“Fuck Tanner,” I started to say.

He yanked my hair a little, pulled my head up, and stuck his tongue in my ear. I moaned with unadulterated pleasure for the first time this entire experience. This sent tingles through my entire body, my ass unclenched a little, enough to make his relentless pounding start to feel real good.

“Yeah, you fuckin slut, take my dick like a man,” he moaned into my ear, his long dicking getting shorter with every thrust. “You want my fucking nut? You want me to blow my load inside your cute little ass?”

I forgot he fucking me bare, “You gotta pull out,” I grunted. “Ungh…are you close?”

“I’m fucking close,” he was grinding his hips into me, then thrust hard, then grinding again. “Fuck I’m about to cum,” he announced. One more hard thrust and then he stayed balls deep inside me, “Ahhh, fuck, ungh,” he squealed in my ear, holding my hips so tight it hurt, his entire body tensed and then shuddered. He was panting in my ear. I felt the warmth of his cum drenching my insides as he twitched inside me, “ungh…mmmm,” he moaned and then gently bit down on my shoulder.

“Did you cum in me?” I asked.

“Mmmhmm,” he groaned and twitched, still riding out his orgasm. “I couldn’t pull out,” he said out of breath, then gently rotated his hips inside my ass, letting out soft, quiet moans while smearing his cum on my anal walls.

I huffed, “fuck man,” I was pissed, trying to buck him off me, not as forcefully as I could have.

He just casually rolled off me, “fucking felt good right?” He was grinning, proud of himself.

“Fuck man,” I mumbled under my breath, feeling his cum leaking down my taint to my balls. Getting up off the bed and rushing into the bathroom, I got some toilet paper and wiped the wetness on my hole, checking for blood, but it was all clean thankfully.

I came back into the bedroom, “I told you to pull out,” I lay back on the bed.

He grinned, “...I couldn’t, your ass felt too good, and…wow it felt good to nut inside you,” he laughed, now laying on his stomach, fighting to stay awake.

I shook my head and huffed again, still drunk and feeling conflicted on the matter.

“Let me swallow your load, make us even,” he said with a new kindness in his voice, like the friend he was back at the bar, leaning over and taking my soft dick into his mouth.

His oral skills were military grade, he sucked like a Dyson, quietly and with force. He gently wiggled one of his fingers into my hole, seeking my prostate, and found it like it was something he was trained to do. “Oh fuck” I moaned.

He kept sucking, up and down, with no gag reflex. His finger massaging my prostate using his cum as lube felt so fucking good, I wasn’t going to last long at all. I groaned and rocked my hips, “fuck, I’m gonna shoot man,” I warned and then thrust once, twice, and shot my load down his throat with a loud groan. My entire body shuttered, my legs shaking as I drained every last drop of cum from my balls and he swallowed it all, not stopping until I collapsed back into the mattress.

“Fuck me, that…,” I huffed, “now that felt good,” I laughed out of breath.

He licked his lips and wiped the cum from the corner of his mouth, “damn, you taste good too,” he smiled at me.

I just shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair, “fuck man.”

“I know, I’m really glad I ran into you,” he said, then he kissed me.

I could taste my cum in his mouth, but I just went along with the kiss. When he finally stopped kissing me, he cuddled me until we both passed out.

When I woke up in the morning he was in the shower. After I asked him what his plans were for the day.

He kinda chuckled, “Look, last night was just sex. I’m not trying to go hold hands in the park or some shit,” he said, pulling last night's clothes on.

“I wasn’t suggesting,” I started to say, then he leaned over and kissed me.

“I have to get back and check in,” he put his shoes back on, “but I’ll add you on Facebook, maybe we can do this next time you visit.”

With that, he left.