The Wingman | Meet Kyle: We have a system for helping each other score

Everyone is over the age of 18

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My friend Curtis and I have a system at the club. He found out that if he tries to talk to a girl on his own, it's hit or miss. Sometimes he dances with them all night and sometimes they don't let him into their “girl’s night out.” But, when his gay friend (me) is around, the girls tend to relax a little more. So the routine is that I go chat with them first, and then introduce Curtis as my friend. It works 99 percent of the time. 

I call it a “system” because he's supposed to do the same thing with me with guys, but all the gays at the club are more into him than me. The harmless smile with the buzz cut and a naturally fit body? If I didn't know the guy since we were little, I might be more interested too. 

Anyways, I'm happy to help him. He's my best friend and best friends get each other laid haha. One day he'll repay me. 

“Which one?” I said into his ear. 

“The brunette!” he shouted back and looked over behind his back. “The short one.” 

I went and danced with them for a bit. When the girl and I went to the bar to get drinks, Curtis was there waiting for us. I saw how her eyes lit up when Curtis pulled that smooth pose of leaning against the bar. 

Done deal. 

It evolved quickly until they started making out hard in the middle of the dance floor. I called the cab when he gave me our hand signal. It's the 👌 sign when he's holding her head. 

“Hey, can we crash at your place? It's getting late and I don't want us to be doing nothing but sleeping by the time we get to mine,” Curtis said to me in the cab while she said bye to her friends. 

It's not the first time he’s asked this and it won't be the last time. We pulled up at my place and I went in first. The sounds of them giggling behind me trailed further behind as I went ahead and got my things to shut myself in my room. 

I came out of the bathroom to Curtis carrying her down the hall, both obviously in heat. 

“Wait! That's my…” Curtis dropped her on my bed and lifted her legs. Her short skirt got hiked up and Curtis went directly down on her. 

Alright. That’s new. 

I sighed and closed the door gently to the sound of her moans. Then I went over to my perpetually absent roommate’s room and laid down. The sound of the moaning was pretty loud, but I am used to it. It usually lasts about half an hour and most of these nights, I'm tired enough to fall asleep with it in the background. 

That is, when I'm in my own bed. Being in someone else’s bed made me feel fully awake and hyper aware of what's going on in my room. I even heard the moment he went inside her because of the way they collectively moaned. 

Plus, the bed frame is kind of old and it squeaked incessantly. I don't get laid enough to even think about getting that fixed. 

Squeak squeak…squeak squeak… 

He found a moaner this time, or he's doing an extra good job. Her gasps rose and fell with the rhythm of the squeaking. 

Squeak squeak…squeak squeak… squeak! Squeak! Squeak! 

The sounds of sex were turning me on. It's more action in my bed than I've experienced in a while. It was only natural that I got hard to it. I'd love for someone to fuck me like that right now. Slow… then fast… then slow…. then fast…

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak squeak…squeak squeak… squeak! 

“Yeah! Oh god yeah!” 

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

There's nothing more satisfying than getting cummed in, and the sound of a man finishing is always so distinct and familiar. 

“OhHhh!” Curtis’ voice breaks through her moans. “NNnNn!” The giggling afterwards made me even harder. But with the silence after and it being so late, I fell asleep before I did anything with my boner. 

I woke up the next morning to the sound of someone unlocking and closing the front door. It seemed like they were trying to be quiet. I think being in a different bed just made me hyper aware and have light sleep. I sat up, gauged how hungover I was and then stood up. It wasn't too bad. A bit of a dry throat and a tiny pulse in my head. 

I peered outside the door to see if anyone was around and then stepped out. Her shoes were gone but Curtis' were still there. I stretched and walked over to the bedroom, pushing the cracked open door further, thinking that Curtis would be awake. 

His position looks almost unreal. He's shielding his eyes from the sunlight with one arm while the other hand sprawled on his tight pecs. The blanket looks almost strategically placed, almost completely off him with one corner covering his crotch. When I say cover, I mean I can see his pubes poking out the top. His left leg extended out, hanging over the edge of the bed. 

First time a hot guy is naked in my bed in ages and it's my best friend. I shake my head. I'm going to have to change these sheets later. I tip toe to my closet and find some fresh clothes to change into. 

It's then that it caught my eye. A stretched out piece of latex on my bedside table. The tip of it is white. 

“Mmm…” Curtis scratches his chest and turns over, displaying his whole bare ass to me. 

Fuck, even he has a better ass to me. What did the fuck is a straight guy doing with that?

I take a closer look at the condom on the table and see another one on the floor. That one too has the reservoir tip filled. 

Twice? I must have slept through one. 

I had to touch it. 

Maybe I thought I was going to throw it away.

Or maybe I just wanted to see the cum at the bottom and how much it was stretched out. 

I get curious about my friend, like I'm sure all of you do. What I didn't expect, was the warmth of the condom. 

It wasn't burning hot. But it was warm, like sitting in a seat after someone else had been there. My morning wood reared to full hardness as the latex dangled in front of me. He stretched it out nicely.

I haven't tasted someone else's cum in so long. 

I take a look at the back of my friend. With his buzz cut and smooth back, I could imagine him as anyone. 

God, I haven't tasted cum in so long. Even the smell of it mixed with the latex is making my mouth water. 

I couldn't, could I?

If I had to choose, I'd probably pick getting a load inside me rather than in my mouth. But that's not possible so…

My boner rages. 

Just do it. Just do it! 

I took the condom from the reservoir tip, that part being even more warm than the other side and tilted my head back. Without putting the latex in my mouth, I slid the contents into my mouth. 

Oh 

Fuck 

Ohhh fuck.

God, I've missed this. 

Pure man essence.

It tasted…healthy. 

Energetic. 

Potent. 

Strong.

The salty thick mix lingered on my tongue before I reluctantly swallowed it down. Then I placed it back down where I found out and tiptoed back out to the living room. 

So that's what Curtis’ seed tastes like. All those times I wondered. 

Now I know.