Trivial Pursuit: Remembering Stan

Back in college, I used to hang out with a group of Asian guys. They were from various parts of Asia  but mostly from Malaysia, Indonesia and Taiwan.  We studied together and spent out weekends together.   I had great friendships with all of them. However, I only ever had fun with a few of them.  One memorable encounter was with Stanley Sujono, who sadly passed on only last month due to a massive cardiac arrest.  Therefore I am writing this little story in honour of him and how I will always remember Stanley.

Stan (as we normally called him) was tall and fair with a good stature.  Unlike me, he was the sporty sort – he was in the college swim team and also played football and table tennis.   I've seen him with his shirt off many times after games and saw that he had some defined muscles on him. Stan had a cute boyish face, with spiky black hair and a slightly impish smile. His had a smooth complexion that complemented his features.  Although he loved sports, he was also book smart and was getting decent grades, but I always considered him a bit of a lovable oaf. He was just playful, friendly and just loved to chill out and have fun without the need for deep conversations. He definitely had the looks and built and cleaned up real well to look the part of a real charmer. Unfortunately for me, the girls loved flirting with him and hanging out with him leaving him with not much time to myself.   He always complained that girls thought he was too much of a friend to date. I felt the same way, Stan easily got me hard with his usual attire of baggy white shorts and a t-shirt, but I couldn't see myself in a long-term serious relationship with him. It didn't matter anyway, he was straight as an arrow and he constantly pined for girls all through college.

Not Stan but a look alike

About a few months after I met Stan, our group of friends decided to go on a road trip to crash the wedding of one of the guys' cousins. Stan showed up in what I was beginning to recognize as his trademark loose white shorts. I didn't make anything of it at first and was just excited about the trip. Since there were five of us, myself, Stan and one of our buddies crammed in the backseat with Stan sitting in the middle.

Three hours later and half dozed, I found myself not so excited anymore. I was feeling bored, uncomfortable and a little carsick as Stan quietly snoozed beside me. With nothing else to do I found my gaze drawn to the male specimen beside me. Before that day, I never realized what a good body Stan had.  His right hand was across his thigh and his tight t-shirt concealed half of his bicep. Though he was hunched over, his stomach was still completely flat and moving slightly to the rhythm of his breathing. Stan's legs were smooth, with just a trickle of hair growing below his knee. The leg of his shorts further from me was flat against Stan's thigh, but the leg on my side gaped away from his muscular thigh. I looked closer and saw the reason why and suddenly a feeling of heat flushed up to my face. His shorts were pushed up high enough for part of his thick meat and balls to be exposed down one leg of his shorts while he was sleeping!   My cock shot up and got impossibly hard within my jeans almost instantly. How could I not have noticed how totally hot Stan was before? I didn't know if he was wearing underwear or not, but it was obvious that Stan's bulge would be visible up the leg of his shorts to anyone in front of him. I squirmed and tried to manoeuvre myself into a position to look up his shorts but there wasn't any room. I finally slumped back feeling very frustrated. My cock was still throbbing in my jeans and I could feel the warmth of Stan’s naked thigh where it touched my leg. I kept thinking that I was touching a part of his body only inches away from me and  I really wished I could just leap on top of him right there and then!  Eventually accepting defeat, I tried to convince myself that I would never get a chance with Stan and to let things be.  Luckily, I was wrong. That chance would come the very next day.

We made it to the wedding right on time the following evening. My other friend Nick congratulated his cousin and caught up with his family. He rejoined us with good news. His dad had offered to put us up at his place for the week so Nick could spend some more time with his family and also showed us around the place.  I looked around for Stan and as usual, he was chatting up a girl. He seemed especially bold seeing as he had had quite a lot to drink at the wedding ceremony. The girl seemed equally warm to Stan at first, but didn't hesitate to leave when her ride arrived.  

Standing a distance away looking at Stan, my mind flashed back to his ample bulge in his white shorts the day before. I felt a little pissed that she could have easily had all that but chose to give it up!  I certainly wouldn't pass up on an opportunity with him.  My vow to give up on Stan the day before had been ineffective; he looked hot as hell even in a more formal outfit and his hair neatly combed.

We went back to Nick's old home after the wedding.  I quickly volunteered to join Nick and Stan in Nick's old room, while the other two guys took the guest room.  Nick's father and sister got out some beer for us and all seven of us sat around and chatted for a while. Stan looked completely gone after just two cans. It was clear that he already had too much to drink at the wedding itself. As a few of the guys turned in for the night, everyone laughingly agreed that Stan should call it a day too. He reluctantly stumbled into Nick's room to sleep it off.  At about 3 in the morning, I was awoken by a full bladder and had to rush to the toilet.  It was then that I remembered that Nick, his sister and I had stayed to chat in the living room and I must have dozed off. I got up and noticed that they had both suffered the same fate. Nick was snoring lightly on the recliner while his sister lay sleeping on the couch. I decided to leave them and went into Nick's room to get some proper sleep. I opened the door and was harshly jolted awake by what I saw!

Stan lay shirtless on the bed with the covers to the side, he was still in his jeans from the evening. His lean body glistened in the moonlight and he looked completely out of it. I silently shut the door as my hands started to tremble. Nick was dozing happily in the living room, it would just be Stan and me in the room for the night!

I thought of all the times I had seen Stan before. I had seen him in jeans, in shorts, even in his swimming trunks; but I had never once seen him naked. It wasn't until the previous day and my glimpse at the outline of Stan's manhood that I had began to view him in a sexual way. I don't know why I hadn't noticed earlier. Looking at him on the bed, he appeared just perfect with his boyish face illuminated by the moonlight, his abs showed on his thin waist even though he was completely relaxed.  Some hair trailed down from his navel into his jeans where the waistband of his briefs was visible; he was delicious enough to be eaten!  I recalled his thick bulge from before, it was laid out right before me. I imagined what it would be like to get Stan hard, to suck him till he couldn't hold his load anymore. I couldn't take it any longer! I told myself, "fuck it! Let him get up and beat me senseless, I have to have him!"

I crawled into bed with Stan.  I observed his face carefully. His white teeth were visible in his slightly open mouth as he breathed in and out slowly. He looked like he was in deep sleep. I gently scooted down and put my hand on his stomach, feeling his abs. Trailing downward, I gasped as my palm cupped the bulge in his jeans. I could feel the contours of Stan's manhood firmly pushing up against my palm from under his jeans. I carefully unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, exposing a pair of grey briefs. I looked up, Stan hadn't moved and was still breathing slowly. I inhaled deeply and mustered the courage to firmly tug on his jeans. They came down easier than expected because the front was open. I pulled them down about five inches till they reached the middle of Stan's thighs. His briefs looked a little tighter and harder to get off. His sack made the bottom of his briefs bulge out. There was a ridge of slightly loose fabric leading away from it, which must have been Stan's cock.  It was pointing upwards. I squeezed it lightly, making out the shaft and the head; it felt completely soft. My heart was pounding, I was so turned on!  I brought my face down towards his crotch and leaned my cheek lightly against it. I could make out each of Stan's two balls held in place by his briefs. Looking up again to make sure he was still out, I gingerly hooked both my hands under the waistband and peeled his  briefs down.

They were so tight I think I must have spent a good 5 or 10 minutes slowly inching them down and trying not to wake Stan from his slumber.  After what seem to be a very long time, I finally got them around his mid thighs, together with his jeans. My heart pounded hard and a lump stuck in my throat when I finally got to see Stan's bare dick. His balls were medium sized and kind of loose, his creased sack looked darker than the rest of his fair body.  He was uncut and his foreskin covered half of his cock head. His cock was average in length but thick and drooped heftily on his balls. Trying to get Stan hard, I held his cock with three fingers and began to massage the underside of the head. His foreskin made it pretty easy to slide my fingers up and down. My eyes were on Stan's face the whole time, I was prepared to duck to the floor if he started to wake up. I could still feel the contours of his glans under my fingers. Feeling no reaction, I squeezed a little more firmly and quickened my rubbing. My gaze still glued to his face.  I felt Stan's cock throbbed and it had somewhat grown in length and thickness and was at half mast.   As I continued to manipulate his dick, I felt it get thicker beneath my fingertips.  While I was excited, I felt nervous at the same time, afraid that Stan would wake up any moment. His eyes remained closed as his cock throbbed a few more times and eventually became rigid between my fingers as I gingerly stroked it.

I looked down to see my handiwork. Stan's cock was completely hard and visually measuring it, I guessed it must have been a respectable five inches or slightly more. I wrapped my whole hand around his cock, feeling the hard and warm flesh against my palm. I cupped his sack lightly with my other hand and felt his firm balls under the loose skin. Still cupping his sack, I began to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. I looked back up at his face. Stan was breathing a little heavier than before. The guy was straight as an arrow, but he was definitely feeling the pleasure I was giving him.

Not Stan's cock but this really resembles his 5-incher

After about five dizzying minutes of pumping this stud, I started to notice that Stan's breathing was now so heavy his stomach was noticeably rising and falling. More sweat had started to form on his chest too. I let go of his now throbbing cock and took a deep breath. With one final glance upwards to make sure he was still asleep, I lowered my head to his groin.  I wrapped my lips around the head of Stan's manhood.  I used the tip of my tongue to probe under his foreskin and run along the underside of the head. His cock throbbed as I flicked my tongue along it. I tried to take the whole thing, but only about the top three inches would fit comfortably in my mouth.  I bobbed up and down this straight stud's pole and felt his cock throb again inside my mouth. I tasted something sweet in my mouth. My buddy Stan had just leaked some pre-cum into my mouth!  I briefly stopped and checked on him. Stan's mouth was now opened a little more and he was breathing very deeply.  I resumed sucking on his cock, it felt even harder than before. I could feel the veins on Stan's shaft throbbing as my lips moved up and down along it. I tasted even more pre-cum and knew this young virile stud wouldn't be able to last much longer.

I cupped his balls again and started playing with them as I increased my pace and pressure on his shaft. I darted my eyes up as I sucked and saw Stanley's mouth hanging open beyond his stomach, which was quickly rising and falling. Stan grunted in his sleep, but I was too horny to stop now. I had to make this hot stud cream before he woke up!   I pressed my lips down harder and went as fast as I could, tasting the pre-cum Stan produced as I sucked. I could feel his balls tightening against his body in my hand. I wrapped my other hand around his shaft and pumped as I focused my sucking purely on the head. Stan grunted again loudly!  His cock got impossibly rigid in my hand. I could feel Stan’s thighs tensed up under me. His cock twitched violently and at that magic moment,  a jet of cum hit the back of my throat, then another, then another!  His body jerked upwards and he gave out a loud groan as another sweet-tasting shot hit my throat.  There was so much cum that some of his goo leaked out the sides of my mouth.  I removed my mouth from his cock and watched the final two weak shots spurt from his dickhead and run down his shaft.

I couldn't even think straight, my head was spinning and my body trembling all over with excitement.  I looked down at the utter mess. There was cum all over his balls and in his pubes!  I panicked, I ran out of the room to the bathroom with the taste of Stanley's seed still in my mouth. Pulling myself together, I

got a towel and returned to clean him up. Stan was still asleep and his breathing had returned to normal. I put his briefs and jeans back on, careful not to touch his now soft cock too much in case it was still sensitive. I then threw the towel in the hamper and returned to the bathroom for the hugest wank of my life. I must have cummed within ten seconds! After I cleaned up, I went back to sleep in the living room where Nick and his Sister were still asleep.

The next morning, I got up early. The few guys who were already up made breakfast. Stan got up a couple of hours later, he had a hangover and laughed that we all fell asleep in the living room. He seemed to have no clue about what had happened during the night. Nothing else ever happened between me and Stan, but I'll always remember that night as one of the hottest experience with Stan.   He still bulged alluringly in his white shorts all throughout college, I even managed to actually get a glimpse at his briefs up his shorts a few times after that.  Everytime I did, my cock got rock hard and I smiled to myself knowing that I wanked, blew and made this straight stud cream in my mouth.