Cocklust

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 1


I’ll never forget the first time I dreamt about the dude down the hall.

I knew the guy’s name was Chad, but apart from that, I didn’t know much about him. He didn’t seem to talk much, but he had a hell of a body.

Our dorm had communal showers, so I’d seen him naked more than once. My friends and I had always hated having to go there, but Chad had never seemed to mind. I figured he must’ve been an athlete, so he’d probably gotten used to showering in the open. He’d never seemed to have any shame as he stripped off his tank top and shorts, tossed his undies and towels to the side, and walked around butt naked.

I’ve got to be honest: I loved watching him in there. The dude looked like an Abercrombie model. He was about six feet tall, with longish brown hair that was just a little bit curly. He had powerful biceps that seemed to go perfectly with his well-toned six-pack and plump bubble butt. He was cut, so his cock had darker skin on the shaft and lighter skin on the head; and behind it hung a pair of big bulbous balls.

Once Chad turned on the shower, he’d always start by turning around, pouring soap on his hands, and lathering himself up. He’d spend a few minutes scrubbing his pits, his crotch, and his asscrack, always in the same order.

After that, he’d lean back and let the water pour over him. The suds would flow across his chest and abs, and eventually they’d drip off his cock. He’d run his hands through his hair, then caress his bare body like he was doing it for show.

I’m not sure how my dream started, exactly. Like most sex dreams, it seemed to come put of nowhere, and it didn’t always make sense. I’d always sworn I wasn’t gay, but I found myself fantasizing in spite of myself.

I dreamt that somehow or other I’d started talking to Chad. The next thing I knew, I was exploring his body with my hands. Chad gazed right at me with his big chestnut eyes. I took a deep breath, and the steam from the shower filled my lungs.

Before I knew it, my lips were pressed against his, and his tongue was forcing its way into my mouth. We started fumbling around, totally oblivious to the other guys around us.

I grabbed Chad’s ass with one cheek in each hand, and I pulled his body toward me. His cock rubbed up against mine, and I could practically feel my pre-cum oozing its way out. I explored his crack with my fingers till I found his hole, and I gently poked my way in.

By and by we stumbled into Chad’s room. By then, I couldn’t deny that I wanted his ass. I grabbed his arms and held them high above our heads. Then I pressed Chad’s body against the wall and started sucking on his face. Chad let out a groan as he ground his hips against mine. Tingling sensations seemed to ripple through my body.

I stepped back for a moment, and Chad lowered himself onto his bed. For a moment we just feasted our eyes on each other. Chad looked downright delicious lying spread-eagle on his sheets, with his cock standing at attention, and his crack and his pucker in full view. Then I took a deep breath, bent down, and went in for the kill—

— and then I woke up.

My phone alarm was buzzing, and I scrambled to shut it off. The sun was just starting to shine through the window.

Fuck! was the first thought that came into my mind. I’d never seemed to get off during sex dreams, and apparently this one was no different. Now I was left with a raging hardon and a pounding in my chest.

I squinted, looked around, and tried to get my bearings. It was my second semester of college, and my former roommate Dino had just dropped out of school. It was just as well, I thought, because I hadn’t really liked living with the guy.

Among other things, I’d had no place to jack off by myself, so I’d had to do it quietly at night. Dino had done the same thing, although he never let on about it. I felt a little guilty, and I’m guessing he did too, and we both pretended nothing ever happened. Still, I’d gotten to know all too well the soft squeaks of his bed, his muffled grunts, and his deep breaths at the end; and I’m guessing he’d gotten to know the same things about me. We’d also learned not to touch each other’s laundry, especially our socks, because that’s what both of us used for our cleanup. Even so, I figured there was nothing weird about that; for crying out loud, didn’t all red-blooded guys beat their meat?

As I laid there in bed, I took a deep breath and tried to put Dino out of my mind. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, and I found myself wondering what my dream might’ve meant.

I was still sure I was straight, no question about it. After all, I’d had a girlfriend in high school, and we’d had a helluva lot of sex along the way. Granted, I hadn’t dated any girls since, but only because I’d been so busy with school. I didn’t see any problem with that, since a lot of my friends were in the same boat.

I knew I’d need to finish myself off, or else I’d end up with blue balls. I threw my covers aside, pulled myself out of bed, and sat down in front of my computer.

I logged onto my usual porn sites, and I browsed through the videos of girls having sex. Sometimes the girls were doing it with each other, and other times they were doing it with guys. I started getting rubbing my crotch through my underwear, and I could already feel a little wet spot getting bigger.

After a minute, I decided fuck it. After all, with Dino gone, I had the room to myself. I pulled off my pajamas and threw them to the side. Then I sat down naked.

I’d always had a thing for orgy porn, so I tried to click on the link for group sex. But I was so excited that I clicked on the wrong link, and I got to the page for gay sex instead. I flinched at first, and I fumbled for the back button. But then I blinked, and I realized that a lot of the videos looked an awful lot like my dream.

The videos were full of guys like Chad, with ripped bodies, thick cocks, and bubble butts. I’d never watched gay porn before, so I’d never seen such a sight. These guys were having sex in any number of ways. Some of the clips seemed downright cheap, maybe made off of somebody’s phone, while others seemed pretty professional.

I scrolled down the page and tried to gauge what turned me on the most. I picked out a video that looked good, and I hit play.

It took a second for it to load, but once it did, a pair of twentysomething guys sauntered into a room. The first guy was basically tall, dark, and handsome; he had a beard and wore a t-shirt and shorts. The second guy was short and skinny, with a head of sandy-colored hair.

Both boys sat on a bed, exchanged some small talk, then chatted with the cameraman. I didn’t listen to a word they were saying.

I licked my lips and reached down between my legs. I started fondling my balls with one hand, and stroking my shaft with the other. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen as the guys stripped down and laid back against the bed. The dark-haired guy gave off a mischievous grin, then leaned over and started sucking the other.

I could’ve gotten off right then, but I didn’t want it to be over, so I forced myself to go slow. I took my hand off my cock and just watched the clip. I’d never seen a guy blowing another, so I had to wonder what the dark-haired guy was feeling. I particularly wondered how that dick might taste in his mouth. I toyed with my own cockhead, then ran my fingers up and down my taint.

I assumed that the skinny guy would get it up the ass, but I turned out to be wrong. I practically held my breath as the dark-haired guy laid back, lifted his legs, and begged for the other guy’s dick.

The skinny guy lubed himself up, then moved in between the dark-haired guy’s legs. He positioned his cock just outside the other guy’s hole, teased it for a second, and finally shoved his way in.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The dark-haired dude was so manly, yet he was taking it up the ass, and he seemed to love every second of it. He was writhing all over the bed with a huge smile on his face. His dick was rock hard, but he was gyrating so hard that it still kept flopping around. The skinny guy leaned down for a kiss, and the dark-haired guy leaned up to meet him. They started making out while their bodies kept bucking back and forth.

The dudes pounded each other for a while, then paused to change positions. The dark-haired guy rolled over, then got up on all fours. The skinny guy kneeled behind him, leaned down, and started licking his ass. I was grossed out at first— after all, his dick had just been up there— but then I started getting intrigued.

The video zoomed in on the dark-haired guy’s hole. It was still pretty tight, even after the pounding it had just gotten. The skinny guy ran his tongue down the other guy’s crack, then started making circles around his hole. The dark-haired dude’s body started to tremble. The skinny guy kept eating him out, with his tongue darting practically every which way. Finally the skinny guy lifted his head up, licked his lips, and pushed his cock back into that ass.

Both dudes were groaning with pleasure. They picked up their pace till their bodies were practically slamming into each other. I loved how primal they were, and I couldn’t stop watching. I wanted to get off so bad, but I still resisted the urge.

The dark-haired guy rolled onto his side. The skinny guy kept his dick inside him, and he kept on pumping without missing a beat. Then the dark-haired guy opened his mouth and threw his head back. Suddenly he shot his wad without touching himself.

I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I gripped my cock and started pounding my pud. The sensations were more intense than I’d ever felt before. I could feel my own cum building up, and I could tell I was just about to bust.

The skinny guy pulled his dick out and jacked off over the dark-haired guy’s face. It didn’t take long before he was cumming too. Most of his jizz shot into the other dude’s mouth, but some of it dribbled onto his beard. The dark-haired guy wiped the stray cum off himself, then licked his fingers clean.

That was it for me. I let out a gasp as my body went into convulsions, and ropes of cum blasted onto my torso. I couldn’t believe how awesome it felt. Cum kept shooting out of me and streaking across my chest.

Finally my dick stopped spurting, and the video stopped playing. I took my hand off my dick, sat back in my seat, and tried to catch my breath. My heart was still pounding, but the rest of my body was as relaxed as I’d ever felt it.

Holy shit was the first thought out of my mind. I couldn’t believe I’d just jacked off to gay porn and liked it.

I assumed I should feel guilty, but deep down, I didn’t. In fact, I already knew I’d be doing it again.

That morning turned out to be the start of an obsession. I didn’t want anyone to know what was up, so I buried my feelings as deeply as I could. I showed up to my classes, did my assignments, and chilled with my friends, the same way I always had. But deep down, my curiosity was getting the better of me. I couldn’t stop thinking about that dream, and the sex I’d seen in that video, and how it would feel to actually try that stuff.

I started timing my showers to run into Chad. It didn’t always work, but whenever it did, it made me feel all tingly inside. I’d have to scramble to hide my boner, which was hard enough if I was fully clothed; it was practically impossible if I was in the middle of a shower.

Chad, meanwhile, was as shameless as ever. He kept on strutting around, naked as the day he was born, and his showers seemed to take longer and longer. I thought I caught him glancing at the other guys, but I told myself I was dreaming. He did spend a lot of time scrubbing his crotch— even more so than before— and he seemed to give his cock some nice tugs.

I tried to find an excuse to talk to him, but nothing seemed to work. I don’t know if I was just nervous, or if I had bad timing, or what. But sometimes I did hear him talking to his friends. On one night in particular, he mentioned Rush Week, and how he had his eyes on joining Kappa Epsilon Psi. I’d never given much thought to Greek life before, and I’d definitely never wanted to part of it. But knowing Chad was into it, I just couldn’t resist.

Rush Week was basically a giant week-long party, with all the fraternities and sororities hosting events. You could basically walk down the Row and get trashed—and in many cases laid—at every single house along the way.

Kappa Epsilon Psi seemed like a typical frat. The guys there were a mix of rich kids, meatheads, and would-be beach bums. The house was right between two sororities, so girls were always passing through, and they hooked up with the guys all the time. I’d even heard rumors of orgies, so part of me wanted to see if the rumors were true.

Getting in was actually harder than I thought. Rushing was just the first step. After that, the Kap Eps would decide if they’d give me a “bid” which was basically an invitation to join. Fortunately, both Chad and I got bids. Once we accepted, we were officially members, but only as pledges. We wouldn’t be full-fledged members till we went through their initiation.

I was surprised to find two of the other pledges were gay. Their names were Ryan and Marcos, and they seemed weirdly different from each other. Ryan was scrawny and short, and he hardly said a word. Marcos was a baseball player, and he seemed to want to tell his life story; he talked my ear off about his family, his friends, his classes, and anything else he could think of.

I’d never met a gay couple before, so I wasn’t quite sure what to make of them. They were both good-looking guys, so they could’ve fucked any girls they wanted. Apparently, though, they just wanted to fuck each other. I had to admit I was weirded out by that, but at the same time, I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind.

I figured we’d go through some kind of hazing, but even I didn’t expect what the Kap Eps had in store. They made us all strip down, while the other members stayed fully clothed, and they made us stand in a line buck naked. Chad didn’t seem to bat an eye, but the rest of us were pretty nervous. We kept our hands covering our cocks, although we knew there wasn’t much point to it.

The chapter president, a guy named Travis, gathered up our clothes. “You won’t get these back till Sunday,” he said. Then he handed the clothes to a guy named Luke, who took them away.

Holy shit, I thought. I’m going to be naked all weekend… with Chad?! A big part of me was scared, but another part was excited.

“Okay assholes, listen up,” Travis said. “If you want to be a Kap Ep, this weekend you do what your other brothers tell you. If we want to eat, you cook it and serve it on a fucking silver platter. If we want a soda, you walk your bare asses over to the fridge to get it. If we so much as want our asses wiped, you bend over and do it. You got it?”

None of us answered.

“I don’t hear you,” Travis snapped.

One of the other pledges cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, I’ve got it,” Brody said. Brody was what they called a “legacy”: he expected to get in because his dad had been a member.

“I’m glad one of you is listening,” Travis said. “You guys can start by playing cum-on-a-cookie.”

Chad’s eyebrows went up. “Uh, what?”

“Cum-on-a-cookie?” Brody asked. “What’s that?”

“It’s a game,” Travis said. “You basically do a circle jerk, with a cookie in the middle, and everybody busts their nut on the cookie. The last guy to get off has to eat the cookie.”

Brody looked like he’d been slapped in the face. “The fuck?” he asked. “What the hell kind of game is that?”

“Fuck you. It’s a thing.”

“That’s fucking gay,” Brody said.

“Oh please. Don’t tell me you’ve never beat off before—”

“Not in front of other guys,” Brody said. “That’s weird. And it’s not even fair—”

“I told you: you’re going to do what we tell you.”

“Seriously,” Brody said. He pointed to Ryan and Marcos. “Those guys have an unfair advantage. They’re used to this kind of shit. And they fucking like it—”

“Fuck you,” Ryan snapped. “You don’t know what we like—”

“You like dick. Are you trying to deny it?”

“Okay, shut up, both of you,” Travis said. “You don’t get to decide this shit. Do you want to be Kap Eps or not?”

The room went silent. All of us just stared at each other.

Travis stepped up to Ryan and Marcos. “I want you guys to fuck. In front of the rest of us.”

Ryan and Marcos both froze. Then, after a moment, Ryan let out a nervous laugh. “W-what?”

“You’re going to do it anyway,” Travis said. “Might as well do it here.”

Marcos blinked, then looked at his boyfriend. His cock seemed to twitch a little. He whispered into Ryan’s ear, and Ryan whispered back. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could see their expressions. Finally Marcos shrugged. “It actually does sound kind of hot,” he said.

“Good. You’re learning.” Travis brought out a cookie and put it on the floor. I kneeled down in front of it. I was hesitant at first, but then the other guys kneeled down around me. Luke emerged from the bathroom and passed around a bottle of lube.

I watched Chad pour some lube on his hand, then rub it on his shaft. His dick was already engorged, so I could practically see his blood pumping through his veins.

Chad passed the bottle to me, and I poured it onto myself. I’d never jacked off with lube before, but I was looking forward to it. I ran my hand up and down my cock, and I immediately liked how it felt.

Finally I passed the bottle to Ryan and Marcos. Ryan got down on all fours, and Marcos spread gobs of lube on Ryan’s asshole. Then Marcos rubbed more lube on himself, and he positioned himself over his boyfriend.

“Okay,” Travis said. “Ready… set… go!”

Marcos pushed in balls deep, while the rest of us started stroking. Brody seemed to have trouble getting hard, so his dick flopped around in his hands. Chad, on the other hand, didn’t have trouble at all; his fist was practically flying up and down his shaft, and his body was so rigid that his tendons stuck out in his neck.

Ryan and Marcos’s bodies were gyrating together. It was obvious these guys knew what they were doing. They were both thrusting with the same rhythm, and each one seemed to know what the other wanted, so they were moving in perfect harmony.

I’d never seen other guys masturbating before, at least not in plain view, and I’d definitely never let other guys watch me. Yet here I was, and I was loving every second of it.

I wasn’t the only one either. The other pledges were getting into it too, though they pretended they weren’t. Our nervous energy seemed to have melted away— either that, or I was too horny to see it. All of us let off groans and gasps, which seemed to echo through the room. Even some of our frat brothers were touching themselves, although they tried to hide it.

My cock was tingling with pleasure. I was getting so close to the edge that I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to. I thought I’d been pounding myself as fast as I could, but I still found myself speeding up. I started breathing hard, and I felt beads of sweat forming on my body. Slowly but surely, I could feel my balls start to boil inside me. The next thing I knew, I was past the point of no return.

“Oh shit!” I yelled as I started cumming. I tried to aim as best I could, but my dick spurted all over the place. At least some of my juice did end up on the cookie.

“Yeah, fuck,” Chad said as his eyes rolled back, and he started cumming too. He leaned over the cookie, and he unloaded right onto it. Chad kept spewing his seed on the floor, till I couldn’t tell our loads apart. I was transfixed by what I was seeing: Chad’s DNA was mixing with mine.

Ryan, meanwhile, was also busy stroking his cock, while Marcos kept on pounding his ass. Ryan shifted his body to aim for the cookie, then he busted his nut with Marcos still inside him.

That seemed to set Marcos off. He yanked his dick out of Ryan’s ass, and he jumped toward the cookie just in time to shoot.

“Holy shit!” Travis yelled.

By now, Brody was the only pledge who hadn’t gotten off. He kept on rubbing his cock, but he looked painfully uncomfortable. The cookie in front of us was now covered in sperm. Brody didn’t seem to want to get near it.

The rest of us looked at each other. We seemed to be wrapping our minds around what we’d just done. The other guys were already going soft, but I definitely wasn’t; I felt like I could’ve gone a second round if I’d had to.

I started to worry that Brody couldn’t get off, but he eventually closed his eyes and let out a grunt. He didn’t ejaculate much, but his cock did let out a few splotches of cum.

“There you go,” Travis said. “Now go ahead, man. You know what to do.”

Brody picked up the cookie and curled his lip. Cum dripped off the cookie, and the whole thing seemed ready to fall apart. Finally Brody closed his eyes and shoved it all in his mouth. His lips puckered up, he chewed for a second, and then he swallowed hard.

“Yeah!” Travis said, and the other frat brothers started clapping and cheering. Luke slapped me on the back, and another guy offered me a drink. I didn’t know how to react, except to nod back and take the drink.

Marcos made a naughty smile, leaned over to his boyfriend, and kissed him. I’d never seen two guys make out before— not even in the porn I’d watched— but by then it didn’t faze me. I did keep my eyes on their tongues, and something about them just seemed to turn me on. I felt a hint of jealousy, since those guys were doing something I couldn’t; and they could do it whenever they wanted.

I had no idea how much of that would change before the weekend was over.

The frat brothers made us go to bed in the attic. We’d spent most of the night taking shots, so Brody was downright drunk off his ass. I’m guessing he wanted to forget what had happened, and he might’ve wanted to wash the taste of our cum from his mouth. He basically plopped down on a mat, pulled a blanket over himself, and passed out.

I was tipsy enough that I managed to doze off. Not long after, though, I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. I had no idea what time it was, since my watch and my phone were with the rest of my stuff.

I tossed and turned for a while, but the longer I laid there, the harder I got. I just couldn’t get that night’s sights and sounds out of my head. A lot of it still seemed like a dream. I’d fantasized about orgies so many times, and I’d always wanted to be part of one; but I’d never expected it to happen like that, in a room full of guys.

I wanted to jack off, but there was no privacy up there. It was too dark to see much, but I knew Ryan was sleeping a few feet away, and I could hear Marcos snoring beside him. All of us were still naked, and I couldn’t help pressing my hand against my cock.

Finally I pulled my covers aside. I tried to be as quiet as possible as I fumbled for the stairs.

I snuck down to the basement, where the Kap Eps had their game room. The room was set up for ping-pong, foosball, and pool; but everybody knew its real attraction was its futon. It was the most private room in the house, so it was where most of the hookups happened. I could only imagine how many girls had been fucked there over the years.

When I got downstairs, I saw the door to the room was cracked open. The light was on, so a narrow beam shone into the hall. I stepped up to the door and looked inside, and my heart practically jumped into my throat.

Chad was lying on the futon with his legs in the air. He was fingering his ass with one hand, and slowly stroking his shaft with the other.

I must’ve bumped the door because Chad suddenly looked at me, leaped to his feet, and tried to cover himself up. “What the fuck, man?!”

I jumped back. “Shit!” I yelled.

Chad was keeping his voice down— I’m guessing he didn’t want the others to hear— but his voice was still hissing with fury. “What the fuck are you doing? What’s the matter with you?”

“I-I….” I just stared at Chad as he opened the door and glared down at me. “I didn’t know you were down here,” I said. “At least, I mean, I w-wasn’t trying to spy on you—”

“Bullshit,” he said. “I’ve seen you around the showers at Shaw. Don’t pretend you don’t like this shit.”

I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to say. My dick had totally gone soft, and I was practically cowering in the hallway.

Chad’s dick, on the other hand, was still as hard as a rock. “Get up, you asshole.”

I nodded and stepped into the light.

“Say something. Jesus!”

“W-well,” I said, “I mean, you saw me beat off too… so I guess, well, i-it’s not like either of us is seeing something we haven’t seen before.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I, uh… well, isn’t that the point of this weekend? Making sure there’s no secrets between us?”

Chad and I just stood there for a second. His pole was still standing at attention. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he said.

My heart sank. “Okay listen,” I said, “I’m just going to go back upstairs—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Chad hissed. He grabbed my shoulders and yanked me toward him; then he slammed his lips against mine.

My eyes flew open with surprise, but I didn’t resist. I just let out a gasp and let his tongue into my mouth. His stubble was pricklier than I’d imagined, but otherwise it felt perfectly natural to make out with him.

After a minute, Chad pulled back and looked down at my crotch. My cock had gotten hard again. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

I tried to think of what our frat brothers would say. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Fuck you,” Chad said as he pulled me into the room and shut the door behind us.

He threw me onto the futon, straddled me, and kissed me again. My raw instincts took over, and I wrapped my arms around his body. Our cocks rubbed together, which made me that much harder. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I’m sure he could smell mine, but neither of us seemed to care.

“Put your ass up,” he said, and I obeyed him as fast as I could. I rolled over, put my head down, and pointed my ass in the air. Before I knew what was happening, he buried his face in my crack, and I felt a tingling all over my body.

“Oh shit,” I said as I felt his tongue dart back and forth.

Chad zeroed in on my asshole, and he tightened his lips around it. Then he pulled away for a second, but before I could react, I felt him licking the base of my ballsack. He ran his tongue all the way up my taint, and he ran it in circles teasing my mancunt. Then he flicked his tongue back and forth.

I let out a sigh. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” I said. “Have you done this before?”

Chad sat up and slapped my butt. “Hell yeah, I’ve eaten ass,” he said. “Except never one with a cock and balls attached… especially as delicious as these.”

A delicious cock and balls? I thought. Can he really be gay?

“You know I’m going to put my dick in that,” he said. “I’ll fuck the shit out of you.”

I’d never been one for talking dirty, but coming from Chad, I thought it was hot. I had to wonder if he’d been lusting after me, the same way I’d been lusting after him. Is that even possible? I asked myself. Or is this just another dream?

I didn’t have much time to think about it because Chad pushed me over and forced me onto my back. He reached for a cabinet and pulled out another bottle of lube. He poured some onto his fingers, and I felt a little shiver as he rubbed the cold liquid on my hole. Then I watched him rub some lube on himself, and he bent down over me.

I could barely grasp what was happening. I was about to have sex with Chad. It was exactly what I’d fantasized about, yet now that my dream was coming true, I had no idea what to expect.

Chad pulled my legs up till my feet pressed against his shoulders. Then he rubbed his cock against my ass. “You ready for this?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said without thinking.

Chad eased himself into me. I only managed to take his cockhead before my body tensed up, and I couldn’t take any more. He waited for a second, then pushed a little further.

“Ow!” I gasped. “Oh my God….”

“Fucking take it,” he said. With that, he finally thrust the rest of the way inside me, and pain shot through my body. “Oh fuck, this is tight,” he said. “Oh shit!”

I couldn’t say anything at first, but Chad kept going. He started pumping away, and as he got into a rhythm, my body relaxed. The pain started going away, and waves of pleasure started to replace it.

“Shit, Scott,” Chad was saying. “That’s the best fucking ass—”

“Oh God,” was all I could say. I’d never felt anything like this before. Sex with Chad was so much better than what I’d imagined. It felt better than jacking off or even fucking a girl. Each time he rammed into me, I felt a wave of ecstasy blast through my body. I felt like I could’ve busted right then, though I also didn’t want the sensations to stop.

I was determined to return the favor, so I started working his dick with my body. I moved my hips in a circle, and Chad let out a groan. Then I tightened my sphincter around his cock, and I felt his body respond.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said as he pounded me harder.

I grabbed Chad’s ass and tried to pull him deeper inside me. He was already as deep as he could go, but somehow I still wanted more. I looked down and watched his manhood thrust in and out of me. I loved the feeling of his twin globes in my hands, and I loved the way his muscles flexed as he fucked me.

“Goddamn,” he was saying. “This shit feels so good. I fucking love this tight ass.”

I was dying to get off, so I reached for my cock. Chad grabbed my hands, yanked them away, and shook his head at me. “What the fuck?” I asked.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said as he pulled his dick out of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Chad climbed on top of me. “Just shut the fuck up.”

I didn’t dare move a muscle. Chad grabbed the lube bottle, squeezed out some on his hands, and lathered it on my cock. He lowered his body on top of mine, and he reached behind himself to position my dick against his ass. Then he took a deep breath and backed himself up, and he took my cock right into his hole.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as his body tensed up. I knew what he must be feeling, so I tried to help him relax. I ran my hands across his chest, and I started pumping into him. His body seemed to respond, and his pained expression melted away. “Fuck me, you bitch!”

I put my hands on his mouth, because I didn’t want the others to hear. He shook his head and pushed my hands away.

“Oh yeah,” he gasped. “I want you to fuck my ass up.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”

Chad didn’t seem to respond. He just bounced up and down on top of me. His asshole was so tight that it seemed to be gripping my cock. At first I worried I was being too rough, but he actually seemed to want it that way. “Oh fuck, I love that,” he said, “it feels so fucking hot—”

I thrust deeper into him, and he let out a gasp. Then I pulled back a little, and I shifted my body. I couldn’t believe how much Chad seemed to love it. “You want more of that dick?” I asked.

Chad could barely talk. “Y-yeah….”

“What the fuck did you say?”

“Goddammit, I said yes!”

“Then fucking take it,” I said as I slammed back into his ass.

Chad threw his head back, and his mouth fell wide open. He seemed to have lost all control of his body. “Oh Scott… don’t stop fucking me… oh shit that feels so good—” He grabbed his own cock and started pumping it. His eyes were clamped shut, and his breaths were coming in short gasps.

Suddenly Chad’s chest started to heave, and I felt his ass tighten around my cock. It was enough to send me over the edge. I unloaded into his ass, just as Chad’s cum started shooting between us.

A shot hit the wall behind me, another hit my chest, and two more splashed onto my chin. Both of us seemed to be in ecstasy, and we both had to stifle the sounds coming out of our mouths.

Then, slowly but surely, our orgasms subsided. Chad let out a big sigh and plopped down on top of me.

“That was fucking awesome,” he said.

I didn’t know what to say. “Yeah,” I replied. “Yeah it was.”

My cock was still hard inside him, so I could feel my cum all over his innards. Still, I didn’t want to move. My whole body felt so good that I could’ve laid there all night.

“You know I’m not gay,” Chad said.

I could feel Chad’s cum dripping off my shoulder. I frowned and looked into his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“You’ve never heard of fuck buddies?” he asked. “If something feels good, just do it. It’s cool.”

I wasn’t sure what to think about that. I sat up and pulled my dick out of his ass. “Are you saying—”

“Don’t over think this shit,” he replied. “This was a blast. Literally. We should do it again.” Then he leaned over and kissed me one more time.



To be continued....

 

[62624rd]

hot story !! thanks for posting

 

[Autolycus]

Welcome to our story board - a great debut yarn - thanks for sharing it with us. Looking forward to the next part!

 

[Briacon429]

Thanks to both of you! Here goes the next part:

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 2


That weekend was full of more male nudity than I’d ever seen in my life. We went without a stitch of clothing morning, noon, and night. But the more time went on, the more comfortable I got with it.

By Sunday evening, I’d spent so much time with the other pledges that I’d practically memorized every inch of their bodies. Brody had a scar from where he’d gotten his appendix taken out. Ryan had a birthmark on his right inner thigh. Marcos had especially deep dimples above his ass. Chad’s pits always looked like they’d been combed, and they perfectly matched his treasure trail; and his left nut usually hung above his right.

The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized it wasn’t my first time checking out guys. In high school, for example, I’d known a dude named Johan Vanderkerk. He was an insufferable asshole— basically a big dumb bully— but he was awfully nice to look at, at least from a distance. Then there was Kevin Johnson, who’d dated my sister, and he wasn’t bad-looking either. In fact, I could think of any number of specimens I’d quietly kept an eye on, though I’d never acknowledged those yearnings, even to myself.

After I got back to my dorm, I started jacking off at least four times a day. I’d never been that horny before. I kept replaying my memories of that weekend, and I couldn’t stop thinking of the sex I’d had with Chad. I just couldn’t get over how he’d felt inside me, and how I’d felt inside him. I loved how he’d talked dirty to me, especially when he was begging for my cock.

When I wasn’t rubbing one out, I spent my free time prowling the net. I found out Chad was right: apparently fuck buddies weren’t that unusual. Craigslist was full of postings from nearby “men seeking men”. A lot of them said they had wives or girlfriends but wanted dick on the side. They weren’t exactly shy about what they were after:

Horny str8 guy with a house looking to host some muscular/athletic for fun around 3pm. Big masc sports guy, into str8 sports type dudes. Looking to get fucked. Like it doggy style. Mostly interested in redhead, blonde, lighter color hair but not an absolute requirement. Not into twinks or really skinny. I just ask that you be in relatively decent shape. I really dig a guy with chest/body hair, even if it’s trimmed a little. Please no one over 40. No druggies or fakes/flakes. text or email with pics. Thanks

hey guys,
Looking try new stuff with dudes. I am not very experienced but looking. gl masc guy here, 29, white, in shape, 6’ tall, bubble butt. Like guys older than me but nothing set in stone.....I have girlfriend so discretion a must. Hit me up with your face pic in the first email.
Don’t be shy! And I’ll respond.

Im a 26 year old athletic, jock, BI, 6’ 185#. 8’’ thick, I suck / swallow, discreet and on the down low. Wanting a hookup buddy. Nothing serious, a "friends w/benefits" type of thing. I usually top but occasional bottom as well. Love foreplay!!! Clean and soft type. younger the better, but im open to age...reply with pix, no pix no play. Looking for now

I’m a good looking straight masc guy, look the part, act the part.
Seeing if there is someone that wants to change that, what that entails is up to you. Open to just you or have a friend help you convince me. I’m new at this so I have a virgin ass and only sucked a couple of times.

I am a discrete guy who likes seeing guys naked and watching them play. Really like watching guys fuck, suck, rim and eat cum. Also opened to one man solos if you are young and hot. In addition to watching, I like touching, feeling and jerking off guys. Would love it if I could do a friends with benefits. I’m 25, masc, in shape, 6’ tall, bubble butt. Send pics and stats. Put Str8 in subject so I know your not spam.

The more I read, the more I learned about guy-on-guy stuff. Before all this had happened, I’d never heard the lingo, or at least I hadn’t known what it meant. But now I got to know the difference between a top, bottom, and vers. I learned about body types like twinks, bears, and otters. I found out how important lube was, and what poppers were for.

I even got to know nasty terms like gen (which was basically code for hiring a hooker) and pissplay (which I always thought was disgusting). I also got wind of what Grindr was for, and I was tempted to log on, but I decided not to; I figured no one knew my secret but Chad, and I was determined to keep it that way.

I’d just found a nice porn site, and I’d pulled down my pants, when my phone let off a buzz. I looked over and saw a text waiting for me.

Hey, Chad said.

I waited for Chad to elaborate. I could see the little thought bubble on my phone— or whatever it was called— but it took a while for his next text to come through.

I heard you had Chem 121 in the fall, he said. Do you still have your notes?

I licked my lips and stuffed my cock in my pants. I could’ve emailed him what he’d asked for, but I could tell he wasn’t really after my notes. On that night, with my roommate gone, we could have my whole room to ourselves.

Yeah, I texted back. If you want them, come over whenever.

Chad showed up at my door just a few minutes later. He looked totally casual in a Kobe jersey and jeans. I handed him my notes, which I’d just finished printing a few seconds before.

“Thanks dude,” he said, “this is a lifesafer. I fucking hate that class.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I think everybody does.”

“Dr. Wells is making me do my lab on Friday.”

“Friday?”

“Yeah, it sucks,” he said. “I asked to reschedule, but that asshole wouldn’t let me—”

“Shit,” I said. The Kap Eps’ next party was that Friday. As the newest members, we were supposed to do the grunt work. If Chad couldn’t make it, it meant the rest of us would need to pick up the slack.

“I mean, I guess I’ll do what I can beforehand— for the party I mean. Then I’ll get there when I can.”

“That’s cool,” I said. “I hope you don’t miss much—”

“Yeah, me too,” he said.

We both paused for a second. I looked into Chad’s eyes, and Chad looked right back. “You know,” I finally said, “I’m really glad we’re brothers now. Frat brothers, I mean.”

“Are you sure we should call it that?”

“What do you mean?”

Chad shrugged. “I heard they don’t like the word frat.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno... I guess they don’t like the connotation.”

I frowned. “But if we’re just talking amongst ourselves—”

“I know,” he said, “I’m just saying.” He seemed almost ready to get up, but then he pointed to the empty bed beside us. “Do you seriously not have a roommate?”

“I used to,” I said, “but then he dropped out.”

“Holy shit,” he said. “You know how lucky you are?”

“O-oh, I don’t know,” I said. “They’ll put me with somebody else next fall, if I don’t move anyway. All I can do is enjoy this while it lasts.”

“And I bet you do,” Chad said. He glanced under my computer desk, at a dirty pair of underwear. I suddenly realized I’d left them there the last time I’d jacked off. “I wasn’t, ah, interrupting you, was I?”

“No,” I said. “I-I mean, come on, I invited you over….”

“Well, I still think you’re lucky. I can’t stand my roommate.”

“Why not?”

“He’s so fucking uptight,” he said. “He could give a preacher a run for his money. I mean, he acts all weird when I’m getting dressed. I don’t know what the fuck he expects... and he doesn’t want me watching T.V. when he’s studying, which is pretty much all the time. A-and forget about me bringing girls over.”

I frowned. “How much did you want to bring girls over?”

Chad suddenly stumbled over his words. “W-well, I mean, uh... well, I don’t think that’s important.”

I shrugged. “Well, if you want, you can hang out here whenever....”

He finally seemed to move in for the kill. “You mean like how we hung out the other night?”

I could feel my dick twitch. “For example,” I said.

Chad nodded. “You know,” he said, “it felt so good when I was fucking you—”

“It felt good when I was fucking you too.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get any ideas,” he said. “I never get fucked. I was drunk.”

I shrugged. “That’s not what you said when you begged for my dick.”

Chad gave my butt a hard slap. “You’re lucky you have this,” he said. “Or else I’d beat the shit out of you.”

“Promise?” I asked.

Chad didn’t seem to know how to react. He acted pissed at first, but then he looked into my eyes. “Scott,” he said, “about the other night… was that your first time with a guy?”

“Y-yeah,” I said, “unless you want to count that circle jerk beforehand.”

“Same here,” he said. He paused for a second, then nodded. “Although I gotta admit… it’s helluva way to lose our man virginities….” Then his voice trailed off.

“What?”

“I-I mean, I hear guys are better at this shit, well, since we know what feels good to us. You know, like blowjobs—I’ve heard they’re supposed to be better from a guy.”

“Fuck if I know,” I said.

“You did seem like an expert in taking my cock.”

“You should talk!” I yelled.

I was about to say something else, but then Chad moved in toward me, and the next thing I knew, he was sucking my face. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his body.

I ran my hands up and down his back, and I savored every inch. Chad’s lips pressed up against mine, and he let off a little moan. I tasted his tongue and felt his hot breath against my skin. The feeling was every bit as hot as I’d remembered it.

Suddenly Chad broke off the kiss, grappled with my pants, and pulled my dick out. Then he dropped to his knees and opened his mouth.

“Oh shit,” I said as I felt him licking my cock.

He ran his tongue around my head, then wrapped his lips around my shaft. Then he took my whole dick in his mouth, buried his face in my pubes, and started sucking me like there was no tomorrow.

The sensation was incredible. Chad’s mouth felt so warm and wet, and the suction made me almost want to bust. “Oh yeah,” was all I could say.

Chad pulled my pants and undies the rest of the way down. Without taking his mouth off me, he took one hand and started stroking my shaft, while he fondled my balls with the other. A new wave of ecstasy flooded my body.

I pulled off my shirt and laid back against my bed. I looked down and marveled at the sight of my cock in Chad’s mouth. He looked back at me, and he seemed downright ravenous. I could feel his tongue darting back and forth, and it drove me fucking crazy.

Chad started going faster and faster, and my dick started feeling hotter and hotter. I couldn’t stop my body writhing against the bed, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” I said. Chad didn’t seem to react. “I’m gonna cum,” I said again. I tried to pull away, but Chad wouldn’t let me.

Finally I let out a cry, and I unloaded into Chad’s throat. He didn’t miss a beat; he sucked me dry, then swallowed and pulled my dick from his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” was all I could say.

Chad got up off his knees. He didn’t seem fazed by the fact that he’d just eaten my load. “What’s the verdict?” he asked.

“Holy shit,” I said, “you were right. Nobody’s ever blown me like that.”

“Good,” he said. “Now it’s your turn.” And with that, he sat on my bed.

I was nervous at first, and I wasn’t sure where to start. I’d only gotten a handful of blowjobs myself— my ex didn’t like to do it— and I’d definitely never given one. I did like the idea of pleasuring Chad, and I didn’t want to disappoint.

I knelt down, unzipped Chad’s pants, and pulled out his cock. His manhood was even more gorgeous up close, and by that point it was as hard as concrete. I was tempted to go down on him right then, but first I peeled off the rest of his clothes, and I threw them aside.

“Fucking tease,” he said.

I was in awe of how hot he looked right then, but I didn’t say anything. I was on pins and needles, and I wasn’t sure what to do next. Finally I just opened my mouth, leaned down, and took his whole cock in one gulp. His tip hit the back of my throat, and I had to force myself not to gag. Then I started moving my head up and down.

“Oh God yeah,” he said.

I was surprised at how natural this felt, as if I’d been doing it for years. Chad’s dick tasted meaty and juicy, garnished with just a hint of pre-cum. I tried to work his cock the same way he’d worked mine: I sucked and licked his shaft, and I used my hands to play with his balls. I was breathing hard, and I kept savoring the musky smell of his body.

“Shit,” he gasped. “That feels so good.”

I started playing with his taint, and I felt his body respond. His cock seemed to get even harder, and I had trouble keeping it all in my mouth. I moved my hand downward and dabbed at his ass. I teased his hole for a few seconds, then stuck my fingertip inside.

“Oh shit,” he said as he thrust into my mouth. By now he was practically face-fucking me.

I sucked on Chad as hard as I could, as if I was giving a hickey. I tried to keep my tongue darting around, but we were moving so fast that it was easier said than done. I felt like I was Chad’s bitch, and I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good.

“I’m fucking close,” he said. My finger was still in his hole, so I could feel his sphincter start to tense up. I was afraid of what would happen next, but I figured I owed it to him to keep going.

Then, without any other warning, his dick started to shoot. I felt his cum hit my throat and the roof of my mouth. I was surprised at how much I liked the taste. Chad was groaning with pleasure, so I kept working his cock. Finally his spasms died down, and I swallowed his cum.

“Holy fuck,” he said. “That was incredible.”

I plopped down on my bed beside him. “So you liked that?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “That was better than any girl.”

“Well, it’s like you said… being guys, we know what feels good.”

Chad grinned. “I’ll say,” he replied.

I didn’t want Chad to leave at that point, and I don’t think he wanted to go either. We both knew our classmates would’ve seen him, and we didn’t want them to talk. And so we just laid in my bed together, chatting and snuggling.

I’d never laid in the arms of a man before, but now that I was there, I felt perfectly comfortable. My twin-sized bed was small for two people, but our bodies were so closely intertwined that we made it work. We could’ve made use of my roommate’s old bed, but we didn’t really want to, so it sat empty the whole time.

Chad’s warm skin kept pressing against mine, and his breath kept blowing against the back of my neck. I couldn’t stop thinking that my seed was in his stomach, and vice versa. I was about to say something about it, but then Chad cleared his throat.

“Scott,” he said, “should we be using condoms?”

Shit, I thought, what a buzzkill. I’d used condoms with my ex, and I’d always thought they were a pain. I’d been so glad when she’d gone on the pill so we could stop using them. Of course, with Chad there was no chance of anyone getting pregnant, but still….

“I dunno,” I said, “I-I mean, I guess… but I did get tested last semester, and I haven’t been with anybody else since….”

“Are you saying you can still fuck me?”

I was surprised at how blunt he was. I blinked and looked back at him. “I thought you said you never got fucked.”

Chad reached down to my crotch, and he rubbed his hand along my shaft. “Maybe I can make an exception for this,” he said.

“You’re not drunk this time,” I said, “so you can’t use that excuse.”

“Fuck you!”

“Exactly. That’s the idea.”

I reached down and started toying with his asshole. Chad gasped and pressed his ass against my hand. I licked my lips.

“You like this, don’t you?” I asked.

“Fuck, doesn’t everybody?” he asked. “I had an ex who played with my ass while I fucked her. It was awesome.”

I kept watching Chad’s expression. Part of me didn’t want to think of him fucking a girl. At the same time, I loved how he could fuck anyone he wanted, yet he was lying here with me.

“I’m up for a second round if you are,” he said.

I nodded. “Roll over,” I said.

“What are you going to do?”

I didn’t answer at first. I remembered how he’d rimmed me the other night, and I wanted to return the favor.

I rolled him onto his stomach, then made him stick his ass in the air. I pulled apart his cheeks till his fuckpucker pointed straight at me. I’d never seen an ass so close up before— on either a girl or a guy— and I couldn’t wait to dive in. His hole was like a bullseye, with a ring of hair around it, and an inner ring of light skin just inside, and a circle of dark skin in the middle.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I said.

“Just do it,” he said.

I took a deep breath, stuck out my tongue, and licked at his ass. It tasted a lot like his cock, or his lips for that matter. I could sense a little sweat on him, but otherwise he was perfectly clean, and the flavor of his skin damn near drove me crazy. His body shuddered, and his hole contracted around my tongue. Then he relaxed, and I managed to stick my tongue deeper inside.

Eating him out was nothing like eating a girl. His ass was so perfect that I couldn’t get enough of it. I loved how manly he was, and how toned his muscles were. My face plowed into his crack, and I puckered my lips around his hole. Chad let out a low groan, which seemed to come from deep inside his body.

I reached between his legs, where his balls were dangling beneath him. I ran my hands along his sack, and his whole package contracted in response. Then I started pumping his cock in the same rhythm as my lips and tongue.

Chad let me service him for a minute, but then he pushed my hands away. “You’re going to make me cum,” he said. “I don’t want it just yet.”

I obeyed him to a point, but I still kept rimming his ass. I sucked on his pucker and ran my tongue in a spiral. I loved how tender his skin was down there, and how sensitive he seemed to be. His body seemed to relax more and more, and his hole opened wider and wider. It was like his whole body was offering itself up to me.

Chad looked back at me. “I want you to fuck me,” he said.

I pulled my face away from his ass. “What did you say?”

“Dammit, you heard me.” Chad dropped down to the bed, rolled over, and looked at me with those big chestnut eyes. “C’mere.”

I liked what I was hearing, but I wanted to tease him some more. “How bad do you want it?” I asked.

“Dude, I’m so fucking horny.”

“Well, I’m thinking about it—”

“Oh goddammit!”

“Sh.” I leaned down and whispered into his ear. “You don’t want anybody to hear us, do you?”

“Stop being a pussy,” he hissed.

I didn’t have any lube, so I spit on my hand and rubbed it on my cock. “You ready for this?”

“Yeah,” he said. His legs were open wide, and his loosened-up mancunt was obviously eager for action. He looked an awful lot like the fantasy I’d had.

I rubbed my cockhead over his ass, then started to push my way in. But it didn’t go very far before Chad flinched with pain.

“Ow,” he said. He tried to guide me a little further, but the friction was hurting both of us. My dick was throbbing with discomfort, and his ass was clenching up. I tried forcing my way in, the way I’d done before, but it only made it hurt worse.

“Shit,” I said as I pulled away from him. I knew lube was the issue, so I looked around for anything I could use.

“Hurry up dude,” he said.

I opened the drawer for my toiletries, and I pulled out a bottle of conditioner. I figured that would work, considering how slick and oily it was. I poured some of it on my fuckstick, gave myself a quick rub, and dabbed some more on Chad’s hole.

“Now go for it,” he said.

“Yes sir.” I positioned myself back over him, and I guided my cock into place.

“Right now,” he said.

I followed his order and rammed right into his ass. This time there was no pain, at least not from my end. He seemed to swallow me right up, and the next thing I knew, my balls were slapping against his ass.

“Oh fuck yes!” he gasped as I started pounding into him. He grabbed the headboard above him, and he just lay there with his legs in the air. He looked like I fucking owned him; his whole body seemed dedicated to taking me like a champ. “Oh God,” he said, “that feels so good….”

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Keep doing that.”

I plowed into him as hard as I could, and I felt something inside him. Chad’s eyebrows went up, and his mouth dropped open. I thrust into him again, and his body responded a second time. I realized my dick was hitting his prostate; I knew this was supposed to feel good, but I didn’t expect the reaction I was seeing. Chad was downright speechless, and he barely seemed in control of his body.

I pumped so hard that my dick popped out of his ass. I fumbled for a second as Chad’s face went into contortions. “Oh God,” he said, “fucking get it back in.”

I grabbed my dick and shoved it back where it belonged. Chad let out a loud sigh, as if I’d just fed a primeval hunger.

“Oh fuck that feels so good! Oh shiiiiiit….”

I looked down and reveled in the sight of my rod impaling his body. His mancunt was better than any pussy; it was so fucking tight, and it responded to every move I made. His cock and balls were standing at attention, but I made sure not to touch them, so they just bounced back and forth as I fucked him.

Chad looked up at me. “I want you to cum in me,” he said. “Just fucking bust.”

I didn’t say anything; I just leaned down and kissed him. He groaned as he locked his lips against mine. Then he clamped his arms around me, pulled the rest of my body toward him, and whispered into my ear.

“I want you fill me up,” he said. “Cum in me now.”

I nodded but didn’t say anything. I wanted to watch him take my load, so I stared right into his eyes, and I could feel my cock starting to tingle. I adjusted my angle and hit his prostate again. Chad muffled a scream. My cock erupted in his ass just as his body went into convulsions. His jaw seemed to shake, and he closed his eyes as he shot ropes of cum all over himself.

“Oh fuck!” seemed to be all he could say.

I gave him a few more thrusts and waited for the ecstasy to die down. Then I looked down and marveled at my conquest. I couldn’t believe Chad had orgasmed without touching himself. I thought that kind of thing only happened in porn. And his load was bigger than I’d expected, considering he’d already gotten off that night.

“Woah,” I said without thinking.

“Dude,” he said, “that was mindblowing. I can barely fucking move.”

I grinned and pulled my dick from his boyhole. As I did, a little white glob dribbled down his crack. The rest of my load stayed safely inside him.

“Oh fuck,” he said as his asshole contracted.

I leaned down to his crotch, and without saying a word, I lapped up Chad’s cum. I ran my tongue along his treasure trail, then gave his nipples a quick suck. Then I licked his neck and gave him a deep kiss. Chad was so relaxed that he didn’t resist.

Finally I pulled back and smiled. “We should do this again sometime,” I said.

Chad let out a deep sigh. “Fuck yeah,” was all he could say.



To be continued....

 

[Autolycus]

This story just got hotter! I give it five stars!

 

[bigcannon]

Briacon, that was one super hot story, dude. Love college stories. Wish I 'd had an experience like that in college. Wow. Chad acts so macho, but he sure loves a cock up his ass. I kind of thought he'd had experience, but it seems like he and Scot are experimenting together, and loving every aspect of it. Give us more chapters, buddy. This is starting off great so far. We'd like more. BC

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 3


When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find myself alone in my bed. Chad was gone, and he’d taken his stuff with him.

Shit, I thought. At first I wondered if that night had been a dream. Then I realized it was real, although I hated the thought of Chad sneaking out. Finally I looked at my phone, and I saw he’d left me a text.

That was awesome dude, it read. See you on Friday.

I practically felt my heart skip a beat. I wanted to text him right back, but then I wondered if I should. Finally I sent him a quick acknowledgment— Cool man, see you then— but otherwise I acted like nothing had happened.

I tried to mind my own business that day, but I couldn't stop thinking about what we’d just done. I probably couldn't have concentrated regardless, because my classes that morning were boring as shit. I spent my econ theory class wondering about all the guys around me.

Have they ever fucked other dudes? I kept thinking. We were in one of those big lecture halls, so I figured there had to be at least a hundred guys around me. With that big of a crowd, there had to be a few who had done it. How well did they like it? was my next question, then would they do it again?

I was at lunch when I noticed my skin still smelled of conditioner. I suddenly remembered I’d never really cleaned myself off. I wanted to take a shower, but I was on the other side of campus, so I wouldn't get a chance to do it anytime soon.

I looked around and wondered if anyone around me could figure out my secret. Part of me prayed that they couldn't, but another part of me loved the naughtiness of it all.

My afternoon classes were all Gen Ed courses, so I didn’t much care about the lectures. I kept zoning out and secretly checking out the guys. I felt my boner pressing up against my desk, but I positioned myself so no one else could see it.

By and by I realized I’d been ignoring the girls. What the fuck? I thought. There seemed to be a smorgasbord of hot girls around me, with big tits, round asses, and anything else a horny guy could ask for. But somehow they didn't do it for me, at least not at that moment.

That night, when I got back to my dorm, I tried especially hard to catch Chad in the shower. He’d always seemed to show up around nine o’clock, so I got there a few minutes early, and I tried to act casual.

I took my time shaving. I not only shaved my stubble, but I trimmed my eyebrows, and I even made sure my hairline was even. I was tempted to trim my pubes and my ass, but I didn't really know what I was doing down there. I did make sure all my fingernails were clipped, and I even trimmed my toenails while I was at it.

As I did, I kept an eye on my mirror. I could see the showers behind me, and a steady stream of guys kept coming into the room. They seemed to come in all shapes and sizes, and some of them were a lot better-looking than others.

I knew I had to keep moving, or else I’d seem weird. I turned toward the showers and started taking off my clothes. I felt even more naked than usual, knowing my chest was in full view, and knowing it was still smeared with dried cum. My ass was on full display too, and my cock and balls dangled beneath me for everyone to see.

Part of me felt like an exhibitionist, but another part felt like a voyeur. Four other guys were standing there naked, all doing their own thing. Another half-dozen guys were in various states of undress. None of them cast an eye in my direction.

My crotch started to stir, but I knew I couldn't afford to get hard. I closed my eyes and forced myself to think of something else. Algebra was the driest subject I could think of, so I did some basic equations in my head. I showered as fast as I could— I basically just washed my hair and cleaned off my crotch— then wrapped my towel around my waist and hurried back to my room.

Dammit, I thought, what a waste. After all that anticipation, Chad hadn't even shown up. I was tempted to call him, but I didn’t want to freak him out. So I spent the rest of that night alone; I just jacked off to porn and counted the hours for Friday to come.

The Kap Eps always threw the biggest parties on the Row. All the sororities were invited, so by the time I got there, the place was crawling with girls. Most of our other frat brothers were there, but Chad was nowhere in sight.

I’d just sat down on the couch, nursing a cup of Two-Buck Chuck, when a blonde came stumbling over. “I am so wasted,” she said. Then she plopped down beside me.

“That didn’t take you long,” I said.

“So what’s your name?”

“Scott,” I said. “You?”

“Kaylee,” she said. She looked down at my arms. “You must work out a lot.”

“I try,” I said.

“I think you’re hot.”

I blinked. I’d never been hit on by a girl, and I didn’t know to react. “Which house are you in?”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

I probably would’ve been into this if it had happened a few weeks earlier. But at that moment, I couldn’t get my mind off Chad. I felt like I’d waited so long to see him, and now I expected him to show up any minute.

A redhead walked over. “Kaylee, your boyfriend’s outside.”

“Aw shit,” Kaylee said. She shot me a drunken smile. “I guess that means I’m busted!” She pulled herself off the couch, leaned on her friend, and went stumbling away.

I looked over at Luke, who was standing by the door. “Shit,” I said. “Just my luck.”

Luke shrugged. “The party’s just getting started,” he said.

I finished my drink and headed back to the kitchen. The house was filling up with people, but I hardly knew any of them, so I might as well have been alone.

I poured myself a shot, and I looked out at the patio. The party was quite a bit wilder out there. Girls were running around, throwing water balloons at each other, and screaming when the balloons hit their targets. It looked like a wet t-shirt contest: a lot of the girls weren’t wearing bras, so their tits bounced around freely, and a lot of their nipples shone right through their shirts.

“Humph,” came a voice. I turned around and saw Ryan and Marcos behind me.

“Dude,” I said, “that doesn’t do anything for you?”

Marcos shrugged. “Not for now,” he said. “Maybe if the guys start running around—”

“How did you figure that out?” I asked. “I mean, about not liking girls?”

Ryan and Marcos looked at each other. At first I thought I’d gone too far, but they both seemed cool about it. “Well,” Ryan said, “I always knew I was gay, what they call a gold star. Although I got a lot of shit for it growing up.”

“Gold star?”

“I’m a hundred percent gay. I’ve never been with a girl.”

“Oh,” I said. I was learning new lingo all the time.

“Me, I always assumed I was straight,” Marcos said. “I dated girls in high school, but then I slept with the team quarterback... and that’s how I knew.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he said. “They say your first time is supposed to be awkward, but for me it wasn’t. I loved it so much I never went back.”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure what to think about that. As far as I was concerned, Chad and I were just hooking up. After all, hookups happened all the time on campus, so they weren’t exactly a big deal. At the same time, I was feeling kind of anxious, and I was annoyed that Chad still wasn’t there.

Chad finally showed up around ten. By then, the party was hitting its stride. Practically everyone was drunk, and the first few couples had already fucked in the basement.

“Where the hell have you been?” were the first words out of my mouth. “There’s no way your lab could’ve taken that long—”

“Dude,” he said, “I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?”

“You really want to know?”

“Well, you said you were going to be here, so I don’t know what took you so long—”

“Check this out,” he said. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper.

I didn’t know what to make of it at first. The paper was full of letters and numbers, and I couldn’t tell what they meant. But then I saw a notation that said HIV NEG.

“I got tested,” he said. “It’s a clean bill of health.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Congratulations,” was all I could say.

Chad opened his backpack for me to see inside. “Then I went on a shopping trip,” he said as he pointed to a bottle of lube. “Now that I can tap that ass of yours guilt-free—”

“Sh!” I hissed. “What’s the matter with you? Not when people can hear—”

“No one can hear us dude.”

“You never know.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “If you say so,” he replied. “In case you were wondering, I went all the way across town to get that. Just to make sure nobody knew.” He took a quick shot of whiskey, then grimaced and licked his lips. “Do you want to get out of here?”

I’d been waiting for him to say that, but I didn’t want to let on. “Yeah, we probably should,” I said as casually as I could manage.

With that, Chad and I snuck away from the party. We both knew what was going to happen next.

As soon as we got back to my dorm room, and I closed the door behind us, Chad and I stopped pretending. We didn’t bother with chit-chat, or even foreplay. We just wanted to fuck.

We grappled with each other’s clothes, and we stripped them off as fast as we could. Both of our dicks had turned into raging hardons. I laid on my bed and put my legs in the air. Chad pulled the bottle from his backpack, lubed up my ass, and lathered up his cock. Then, without further ado, he plowed his way inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled as my ass cramped up, and pain shot through my body. By then, I had a better idea of what I was doing. I’d read online that I could push my sphincter against him like I was taking a dump. As soon as I did that, my ass eased up, and it started to feel really good.

“There you go,” Chad was saying. “I’ve been wanting this ass all week—”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Chad rammed into me, and I felt his balls slap against my cheeks. I was starting to learn how much he loved dirty talk. I wasn’t exactly experienced at it, but it came surprisingly easily. I’d never been so randy; I hadn’t even known it was possible to want dick so bad.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Chad said.

“I want you to rip my ass up.”

“You want to be my bitch?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I gasped. I knew the more I begged for him, the more he’d want to ravage me.

Chad leaned down and kissed me. I savored the feeling of his lips against mine, but I especially relished his cock sliding in and out of my ass. I loved the way he dominated me; I wanted him to have me, and I was bound and determined to give him the best sex he’d ever had.

I felt Chad’s dick against my prostate, and a new wave of pleasure rolled across my body. I couldn’t help but gasp. Chad evidently picked up on what had happened, and he positioned himself to hit my prostate again. Then he started drilling me faster and faster. I’d never felt a sensation like that, and I couldn’t believe how awesome it was.

“You’ve got the best fucking ass,” he said.

“You’ve got the best fucking cock,” I replied. “Keep sticking that shit in my ass.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” he asked. He took one of my feet in his mouth, and he started sucking my toes. I was amazed at how erotic it felt. My whole body seemed to tingle.

I knew how much Chad loved ass play, so I leaned up, reached behind him, and ran my hand down his crack. As I fingered his hole, I felt his cock respond inside me. He was obviously loving it. Within a few seconds, his whole body seemed primed to erupt.

“Oh shit,” he said, “I’m about to cum in your ass.”

“Do it,” I said. “Don’t you dare take it out till you’re done.”

Chad clenched his teeth but grinned. “You want my fucking cum?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said. “I need it inside me.”

Chad let out a yelp, and I felt his hole clamp down on my finger, just as his dick unloaded in my ass. I felt shot after shot fill me up. It was so fucking warm, and I hadn’t expected how much I’d love his gooey goodness inside me. I leaned upward, kissed him again, and wrapped my legs around his body.

Chad hit my prostate again, and at that point, my whole body felt ecstatic. I could barely control my muscles. My mouth dropped open, and I groaned and gasped in quick succession. My dick shuddered, and before I could do anything, my cum came gushing out. It splattered all over my stomach and my abs. This orgasm was more powerful than anything I’d felt before, even though I hadn’t touched myself at all.

Chad kept pumping till my cock was dry; then he stopped to catch his breath. “Damn,” he said. “You take it as well as you give it.”

“So do you,” I replied.

Chad grinned again, then pulled out of my ass. I suddenly felt empty without his cock inside me. I just watched as he sat down on the bed.

“Chad,” I finally said, “is it true what you mentioned? I-I mean, about wanting this all week?”

“Well shit, don’t over-think this stuff,” he said. “We’re not girls, after all.”

“I know, I just....” I paused for a second, then cleared my throat. “Well, I’d been wanting it too.”

“Then why didn’t you say so? You’ve got my number.”

My heart jumped into my throat. “You mean I can call you whenever?”

“Now don’t be weird about it,” he said. “But yeah: if you want a booty call or whatever, let me know. You better believe I won’t turn this shit down.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I replied.

As it turned out, that night was just a preview of coming attractions. By the following Monday, Chad and I were fucking on a regular basis. We texted each other all the time; we didn’t want anyone to know what we were doing, so we tried to be cryptic, but we both knew what we were really after. Before long, we got used to each others’ class schedules, so we pretty much knew when we’d be free.

Whenever Chad came over, we usually started with a sixty-nine. He and I were the same height, so our anatomy lined up perfectly. I loved sucking his cock, and I especially loved doing it while Chad was sucking mine.

Sometimes we blew each other to completion, and other times we jacked off. But most of the time, we ended up doing anal. We ravaged each other in every position we could think of: doggy style, side-by-side, butterfly, jockey, pyramid, and every way in between. A lot of the time we flip-fucked so we could both plow each other’s asses in whatever order we wanted.

Along the way, we learned a hell of a lot about man-on-man action. We got to know the importance of cleaning out our holes, both before and after sex, to keep from making a mess. The more we fucked, and the more lube we used, the more our bodies got used to it. Our asses stopped cramping up, so we could take each others’ dicks without flinching.

We never talked about being exclusive, but I never wanted to fuck anyone else. I did find myself checking out some of the other man candy on campus. But I just wanted to look, never touch. As far as I was concerned, I was banging the hottest specimen of all— and the more I did it, the more I craved his ass. By the end of that month, I was practically addicted.

We knew our little arrangement wouldn’t last forever. Among other things, we had to plan for fall semester. Chad decided to move to the frat house, and I was tempted to join him, but I decided against it. After all, if we were around our frat brothers all day, we’d have no place to hook up— at least not outside of the basement.

I eventually signed up for off-campus housing. The place I picked wasn’t fancy, at least not by normal standards. But it did have its own bathroom, kitchen, and entrance to the outside. That by itself seemed luxurious to me, since it meant no more communal showers or toilets; and Chad could come and go without anyone knowing. I got hard just thinking of what we could do there: I could cook him a naked dinner, or we could fuck in the shower, or he could spend the night whenever he wanted.

Still, all of that was at least three months away. In the meantime, I knew I’d have to deal with my family all summer, so I made sure to enjoy my last few weeks of privacy.

I was watching more porn than I ever had, but I’d basically stopped watching the straight stuff. Before I’d met Chad, I’d watched girls getting fucked all the time. The closest thing to gay stuff I’d watched was lesbian porn, along with orgies involving both guys and girls. Now all of that had been turned on its head. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d jacked off to tits or pussies or anything like that. Instead, I found myself watching euro guys, muscle men, and what they called gay-for-pay.

I found the original scene I’d watched when I first dreamt about Chad. The stars of that video were named Logan and Nate, and I started watching more and more videos with them. Then I started following other porn stars I liked.

I’d never watched porn with anyone else, but I thought it’d be hot to watch it with Chad. I kept wanting to ask him about it, but I kept chickening out. I don’t know what my hangup was— maybe because porn was so private, and part of me still thought it was shameful— but it took me till finals to actually broach it with him.

Chad’s answer surprised me. “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Who the hell doesn’t like porn?”

“What kind do you like?” I asked. As soon as I said it, I worried how he’d respond; I didn’t want him to like anything with a girl.

Chad just shrugged. “Whatever’s hot,” he said. “I mean, I kinda like Flynn Taylor.”

I was pretty relieved to hear that. I’d never watched Flynn Taylor’s stuff, but I’d heard about him, since he’d been on some of the websites I’d found. He was gay, and apparently he’d been in a scandal a few years before. The way I understood it, he’d gotten arrested for fucking someone in an airport bathroom, and it had turned into a big to-do because his own dad had been the mayor. By now, though, he seemed to have put it behind him. If anything, his past had made him that much hotter, at least in my mind.

I did a little searching and found his first-ever scene. It had come from one of those amateur studios, and it had made its way to the tube sites. The thumbnails made Flynn look awfully young: he was basically a twink, with a couple days’ worth of stubble, and his hair was rumpled as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

I was tempted to watch the video right then and there, but I waited till Chad came over. By that point, my heart was practically pounding with anticipation. Chad and I dropped our drawers, took our positions in front of the computer, and made ourselves comfortable.

“You ready for this?” I finally asked.

Chad’s dick was already hard. “Shut up and hit play,” he replied.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I hit the play button, sat back next to Chad, and put my hand on my cock.

The video started with the usual logos and disclaimers. Then it faded in to a close-up of Flynn, fully clothed but still breathtakingly hot.

“Hey,” came a voice from off camera. “So I’ve brought my boy Flynn... what are you gonna be doing today?”

Flynn gave an awkward smile. “Whatever you want,” he replied. “I hear you want to watch me jack off?”

“Boy, you cut to the chase!” said the voice, apparently the cameraman.

I looked over at Chad, and I tried to gauge what he was thinking. He seemed to be eating it up. I figured it was a good thing if we had similar tastes in porn.

“Are you going to tell us about yourself?” the cameraman was saying.

“Sure,” Flynn said. “What do you want to know?”

“I hear this is your first porno,” the cameraman said. “Have you ever done anything with a guy?”

Flynn shook his head. “No,” he said, “but I’ve been thinking about it....”

“What have you been thinking about?” the cameraman asked.

“Well,” he said, “there’s this guy at my school... he just makes me so hot....”

“Tell me about him,” the cameraman said.

Flynn licked his lips, then started rubbing his crotch through his pants. “His name is Vince....”

“Have you talked to him at all?”

“No,” he said. “I’m kinda scared to.”

“What are you scared of?”

Flynn made another nervous smile. “He’s just so fucking sexy,” he said. “I mean, he’s got a bulge like you wouldn’t believe, and his ass....”

“What do want to do with him?”

“Probably let him fuck me,” Flynn said.

I looked back at Chad. His eyes were still fixed on the screen. I stroked my cock for a second, but then Chad turned to me.

“Be careful dude,” he said. “Don’t get off too quick. Just try edging or something. I want this to last.”

“Okay,” I said. I’d never tried edging before, but I’d heard it made for incredible orgasms.

I turned back to the screen just in time to see Flynn take his clothes off. His shirt came off first, and he tossed it to the side. Then he bent over and pulled down his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock was already semi-hard.

“Turn around,” the cameraman said.

Flynn turned his back to the camera. His ass was perfectly formed. His skin was as smooth as a baby’s, although his muscles were also well-toned.

“Oh yeah,” the cameraman said. “You want Vince to take that ass?”

Flynn looked over his shoulder. “Yeah,” he said.

“Bend over. Let me get a better look.”

Flynn got down on all fours, and the camera zoomed in on his mancunt. It was just as tight as I’d imagined, and it seemed to twitch whenever he moved.

“Oh yeah,” the cameraman said. “That’s an incredible ass.”

Flynn’s hands came into view, and he stared fingering himself. At first his pucker was so tight he could only get one finger in. But then he started to loosen up.

“How about you lie down,” the cameraman said, “and show me what you do when you’re thinking about Vince?”

Flynn rolled over. By now his dick was rock hard, and it seemed to be yearning for action. Flynn laid back, closed his eyes, and started stroking himself.

Both Chad and I were stroking too, but we made sure to go slow. The part that really turned me on was hearing Flynn lusting after that guy. I could relate to that shit, because I’d felt the same way when I’d first laid eyes on Chad. Now here I was, just a few months later, watching gay porn beside him.

I reached over to Chad. I played with his cock with one hand, and I played with my own with the other. “You like this?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna miss this shit this summer.”

“You can always watch more porn.”

“Yeah, but won’t be the same....”

I took off my shirt— which was the only thing I was still wearing— and then I pulled off Chad’s. After that, I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock. I was tempted to go down on him all the way, but in the interests of taking it slow, I held off.

This was a lot more erotic than what I was used to, and I was starting to love it. A little bit of pre-cum had already oozed out, so I lapped it right up. I flicked my tongue along the underside of his shaft, then ran it in circles along the base of his head. Along the way, I tickled his frenulum, and I heard him let out a loud sigh.

After that I moved down to his ballsack. I sucked on his left nut for a minute, then let it pop out of my mouth, before moving on to his right.

“Oh shit,” he gasped, “that feels so good....”

I was tempted to jack him off, and I could tell he was resisting the urge to touch himself; but I remembered what he’d said. It was weird to think this would be our last hookup for months, and definitely our last in my dorm room. I was determined to make it something he’d remember.

By this point, the guy onscreen was downright bashing his bishop. He was on his back with his legs open, so his taint was smack-dab in the middle of the screen, and his balls bounced around as his hand flew up and down his shaft. He was also playing with his nipples, swinging his head from side to side, and letting out groans.

My hormones were raging so hard that I couldn’t resist anymore. I took Chad’s dick in my mouth and started sucking away.

By now, I’d done this enough times that I knew how his body would respond. His hips started grinding against the bed, just as I’d expected. I smelled the familiar yet intoxicating scent of his pubes, and I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I fondled his balls with one hand as I touched myself with the other.

“Dude,” he said, “I’m getting close.”

As much as I wanted him to bust, I forced myself to stop. I kissed his dick, then made my way up his treasure trail and across his chest. I circled my tongue around his right nipple, then gave it a quick suck; then I did the same thing to his left. Finally I went up his neck, reached his mouth, and started making out with him.

It was the hottest kiss I’d ever had. I was so fucking horny, and I could tell he was too, so we both went at it like we had nothing to lose. Chad wrapped his arms around me, and I did the same to him, and we both pulled each other closer.

When we finally broke our kiss, onscreen Flynn had gotten onto his knees. He leaned forward and stared into the camera as he beat himself off. His face was going into contortions, as if he was right about to cum. I was a little jealous that he got to wank while I couldn’t; but I loved watching him anyway.

Finally Flynn yelled “oh shit!” and a bunch of white globs splattered in all directions. He kept going for a few seconds longer; then he took a deep breath and collapsed on his bed.

The cameraman let him lie there for a minute before he finally spoke up. “That was hot,” he said. “Is that what you want to do with Vince’s dick in your ass?”

Flynn laughed. “I’d want to do more than that!”

“Maybe next time then, right?”

Flynn gave off a mischievous grin. “If you want me to,” he said.

I looked over at Chad. His eyebrows went up, and he let off a chuckle. “Damn,” he said, “that was hot.”

“There’s a helluva lot more where that came from,” I said.

“Put on the one where he has sex with this Vince.”

“Okay,” I said as I went to my computer and scrolled through the options. I found the scene Chad was looking for, then turned it on and sat down on his lap.

Chad’s cock was positioned just perfectly in my crack. I was tempted to slide it inside me, but I hadn’t lubed up, and I wanted to keep the tease going. So I just leaned back, and I let him hold me as we watched the video together.

Vince, as they called him, had sandy-blond hair and a scraggly goatee. He was a little thinner than Flynn, but he was also more muscular. He sauntered into view like he owned the place, and he sat down on a couch.

The cameraman was the first one to talk. “So you know Flynn?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“You guys go to school together?”

“Yeah....”

“Does he turn you on?”

Vince laughed and shrugged. “I mean, he’s definitely cute.”

“What would you say if you could fuck him?”

Vince didn’t seem to know how to answer. “Well, I guess that’s cool, I mean—”

“So you like boys?” the cameraman asked. “I probably should’ve started with that.”

I scoffed at the screen and turned back to Chad. “This is kind of bullshit,” I said.

“It always is,” he replied. “You want to fast-forward to the good stuff?”

I nodded, got up, and scrolled through the video. I was tempted to stop when Flynn came on camera, but Chad motioned for me to keep going. Flynn and Vince started making out, then sucking each other. Then, at long last, they seemed ready to fuck.

“All right,” Chad said, “now hit play.”

I did, just as Vince straddled his admirer. Flynn looked like he was dying for Vince’s dick. Vince rubbed himself against Flynn’s ass, teased his hole for a minute, then slid his way inside.

Chad licked his lips as he watched. “Hell yeah,” he mumbled.

“Do you want to fuck too?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he said. “Show me your ass.”

I was still standing up, so I just turned and stuck my butt in his face. Chad put his hands on my cheeks. “Oh yeah,” he said. Then he dove in face-first.

“Oh God,” I said as I felt his tongue on my mancunt. I bent over to give him better access, and he put his whole mouth on my crack. I loved the feeling of his lips against my skin, and waves of pleasure rippled through my body. I could tell my dick was oozing pre-cum, and I wanted to jack off so bad. But every time my hand got near my cock, Chad pushed it away.

I couldn’t reciprocate in that position, so I just watched the other guys fucking onscreen. Flynn was obviously loving it: his eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open, as Vince rammed into him. Flynn’s legs were flailing on either side, and his hands were gripping the bed beneath him. I was downright feasting my eyes on those dudes going at it.

Chad was still kissing my rose, which damn near drove me wild. I felt his nose run up and down my asscrack, and I felt his hands teasing my balls. My cock was ready to explode, but Chad made sure not to touch it. He ran his tongue along the crease at the base of my ass, then lifted his head.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said.

“Good,” he said. “Now it’s your turn.” He turned his back to me, got down on all fours, and stuck his ass up.

My mouth watered at the sight of his cakes. His anatomy was so gorgeous that I could never take my eyes off it, no matter how many times I’d seen it. His muscles were so taut, especially in that position. His butt cleavage was so fucking inviting, and I couldn’t wait to taste the cinnamon-colored treat in the middle.

I bent down, inhaled the smell of his skin, and licked one of his hamstrings. Then I made my way up his leg and started feasting on him.

His hole was just as delicious as I’d expected. I couldn’t see anything with my face buried in his ass, but it hardly seemed to matter. I knew every square inch of that body, and I knew just what to do with it. I’d learned not to let my teeth touch his skin, so I did all the work with my tongue and my lips. I felt like I was making out with him, just on the other end.

Chad groaned and pressed himself back against me. I marveled at his cock and balls hanging underneath. I was tempted to trombone him, but I forced myself not to. Instead, I smacked his cheeks, and I felt his body shudder in response. I sucked on his pucker, almost like I was giving him a hickey. Slowly but surely, his sphincter loosened up.

Chad was breathing heavily, and he rode my tongue as if his life depended on it. “Oh shit,” he said. “You’re so fucking good at that....”

I lifted my head up. “So are you,” I said.

“Shut up and keep eating me.”

I dove back down and lapped at his hole. He let out another moan, and he swiveled his hips around. I sat still and let his ass caress my face. I could feel every pore of his skin, and every little hair, and I was hungry for more.

The guys onscreen were getting ready to bust. Vince was fucking Flynn lap dance style. Flynn’s dick was flying around freely, till he grabbed himself and started pounding his pud. The camera zoomed in on Vince sliding in and out of his butt. Finally Flynn threw his head back, let out a cry, and sent his jizz flying across the room. Then Vince pulled out of him and started jacking himself off. Flynn positioned himself under Vince’s dick, and a second later, Vince shot his load right on Flynn’s face.

“I’m so fucking close,” Chad said.

I pulled away from his ass. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Not yet,” he said. “I want to keep it going longer. Find something else we can watch.”

I turned back to my computer and scrolled through the other scenes. There were a helluva lot of videos out there. Even just looking at the thumbnails, we could see Vince having sex with any number of guys. Sometimes he was outdoors, sometimes he was in a pool, sometimes he was in a bedroom. The dude obviously got around.

I clicked on a random video and laid back on my bed. Chad leaned against me, and I put my arms around him. We just watched the video and waited for some of our hormones to subside.

“So,” he said, “about this summer... are you gonna be free at all?”

I shrugged. “Well, my dad is making me work—”

“Y-you know, if you wanted to come to San Diego, we could hang out or something—”

“Hang out?”

Chad grinned. “I said ‘or something,’ didn’t I?”

I forced a smile. It sounded like an awesome idea, but I wasn’t sure how I could do it. For one thing, I knew I couldn’t pay for the plane ticket. I was tempted to ask my parents for help, but I wasn’t sure how. I’d have to make up some kind of a story; I could never tell them I was going for a booty call, much less with a guy. “Well,” I finally said, “it’d be awesome if we could pull it off... it’s just....”

“You don’t need to make a big deal about it. Just say you’re going to hang with a frat buddy or something. It wouldn’t be a lie.”

“You make it sound so easy,” I said. I didn’t want to tell him I was dreading the summer. I’d gotten so used to having him around, and I didn’t know what I’d do without him for three months. I pulled him closer to me, and I kissed the top of his head. Chad rolled over, laid his head down on me, and put his hand on my chest.

We watched a couple more videos without saying a word. I wanted to lie there forever. Eventually Chad reached over, pulled our lube bottle from my drawer, and lathered his ass up.

“I thought you wanted to edge,” I said.

“I do,” he said. “But I can’t wait anymore. We can still edge when we fuck.” He sat on my lap, took my dick in his hands, and slid it up his ass.

I started doing him lotus style. This was one of my favorite positions: his whole body was up against mine, so we could make out while we fucked. Chad seemed as hungry for it as I was. Our tongues practically wrapped around each other, and I felt his breath against my skin. Neither of us were really watching the porn anymore. We so into each other that we weren’t paying attention to anything else.

By then, Chad had taken my dick enough times that he was a fucking expert. His fuckring had gotten perfectly conditioned: it was tight enough to feel awesome, yet it managed to take me right in. Chad’s skills had sharpened too, so he positioned himself just right for maximum pleasure.

I broke our kiss and whispered into his ear. “You feel so good,” I said.

“You do too,” he said. “Shit, I’ve been needing this all day.”

“Tell me how much you’ve been craving this cock.”

“Fuck you,” he said, then he threw his head back. “Keep doing that shit.”

I plowed him for a few more minutes, but then I started getting close, so we had to pause. I kept my hard dick inside him while we waited. Then, once I knew I was safe, I started pumping again. I kept at it till Chad got close and I had to stop again.

The cycle repeated itself over the next hour or so. Along the way, we defiled practically every place in the room. We did it on both of the beds, the floor, the dresser, and everywhere else.

Eventually Chad and I flipped, and I started riding his cock. I ground my ass against him so his dick slid in and out of my mancunt. It felt so good to have him inside me. My body felt like it was made for him, and vice versa.

Before I’d met Chad, I never could’ve imagined how much I’d enjoy getting it up the ass. This wasn’t just primal fucking; it was actually kind of the opposite, because it was one of the most life-affirming experiences I’d had.

By now, there was no denying I was into Chad, and not just in a sexual way. I did love his cock and balls of course, and his ass for that matter. But I also loved his deep sexy voice and broad shoulders. I couldn’t get enough of his eyes, or the way his wavy brown hair hung partway over his forehead. I dug the scratchiness of his stubble, and the feeling of his lips fitting perfectly over mine. Most of all, I loved how I felt around him: Chad seemed to get me, and he always let me be myself. I felt like we were right at home whenever we were together.

“Dude,” he said, “do you want to finally get off?”

I’d been waiting to hear that, and I nodded as I bounced up and down. “You go first,” I said. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

Chad leaned up and kissed me. “Then lie down,” he said. “I’m going to drill you as deep as you can take it.”

I complied without saying a word. I got on my back and spread my legs, and without further ado, Chad started fucking me missionary.

“Fucking kiss me,” he said.

I leaned up and started making out with him. I loved feeling him in both ends of my body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and I pulled him in as tightly as I could.

“Oh shit,” he said. “Aw fuck....!”

Before I could react, I felt him blow his load inside me. I felt spurt after spurt, and his dick suddenly felt like it was covered in lube. By now I knew the face he made when he came, but his expression this time was more intense than ever.

I knew I was about to bust, but I could tell how much he was enjoying himself, so I waited till his body stopped spasming. Then I reached for my cock and started jacking myself off. I could already tell my orgasm would be as intense as I’d hoped for. “Oh God yeah,” I said, “I love getting fucked by your dick—”

“I—”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m so fucking gay for you, baby.”

Chad stopped pumping, but it was too late. My hand clamped down on my cock, and practically all my muscles tensed up.

“Oh shit!” I gasped as I shot my load all over myself. My body felt so ecstatic that I nearly lost all control. My cum blew across my chest in one rope after another. I barely managed to keep from screaming with pleasure.

“What did you just say?”

I tried to catch my breath, but I could already feel my face already turning red. I knew I’d spoken in the heat of the moment, and I knew I was going to regret it. “W-well,” I said, “I dunno, I mean I think I might be bi—”

“W-what?” Chad pulled his dick out of me, and I saw he was already going soft.

I worried that I’d said the wrong thing. “What’s wrong?”

Chad put his hand on his forehead. “Look,” he said, “I told you I’m not gay.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You like dick as much as I do—”

“Oh fuck you—”

“I did,” I said, “and that’s how I know.”

Chad looked around for a second, then grabbed his undies off the floor. “No,” he said, “you don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know what I want—”

“Sounds like you don’t either.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I don’t see what your problem is—”

“I’m not a fucking fag, that’s my problem. Do you know how many girls I’ve been with?”

I crossed my arms. “When was the last one?” I asked.

“That’s none of your business,” he snapped. He pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly.

“You and I have been fucking bareback,” I said. “So yeah, it’s my business.”

“Fine,” he said. “I haven’t hooked up with a girl since Rush Week. Are you happy?”

I swallowed. “Are you just saying that?”

“I’ve never lied to you once,” Chad said as he put on his shirt.

“Then what are you being so weird about?”

“Me? Being weird?”

I threw up my hands. “Oh for Christ’s sake,” I said. “You obviously know your way around gay porn. You’ve been banging a dude for months, and you haven’t been with a girl that whole time. In fact, you fucking beg to get more dick up your ass. You got yourself tested for HIV. You bought lube. You’ve been getting naked in front of other guys, and don’t tell me it was just because you had to, because we both know it’s not true. And don’t get me started on how you’ve jacked off—”

“Scott, goddammit, I swear—”

“I mean, Jesus, what part of that doesn’t sound gay to you?”

Chad grabbed the doorknob. “You need to shut the fuck up.”

I pressed my body against the door. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going back to my room. What’s the matter with that?”

I tried to block him from opening the door, but Chad was too strong. He pulled the door open, stormed out, and let the door slam behind me.

I just stood there for a minute, still naked and covered in cum, and I tried to figure out what had just happened. The porn had stopped playing, but I could still see thumbnails of other guys onscreen. My bedsheets were all disheveled, with a bunch of wet spots scattered all over.

I was starting to feel lightheaded. A drop of man milk dripped on my ankle; I couldn’t tell if it was Chad’s jizz or mine. I slid down to the ground, laid there with my heart still pounding, and tried to figure out what to do next.



To be continued....

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 4


When I went home that weekend, I felt like my world had turned upside down. I tried to put a good face on things, so I didn’t say a word to my parents, or to anyone else for that matter. But the truth was that Chad had totally thrown me for a loop. I’d never felt so strongly about anyone— much less a dude— and I didn’t know what to make of it.

I tried texting Chad, and I messaged him on Facebook, but he never responded. I tried calling him too, but he never picked up, and he never called me back. I ended up having to keep all my thoughts to myself.

The most awkward part was that all my friends and family wanted to know how I’d been. It was my first time back from college, so everybody wanted to see me, and of course they all had a million questions. I didn’t want to deal with that right then, but there was no way around it. I didn’t want them to think I didn’t have my shit together, and I definitely didn’t want to tell them I was gay or bi or whatever I was. So I just went through the motions: I smiled and nodded and acted like everything was fine.

I did my best to distract myself with work. I had an internship with my dad’s firm, so I basically spent my days answering phones, scheduling meetings, and all the other crap you do in an office. But it was a nine-to-five job, so I still had evenings and weekends to myself. No matter what I did, my urges wouldn’t go away; I kept having more and more sex dreams, night after night.

Eventually I broke down and downloaded Grindr. I didn’t actually hook up with anyone, because I still wanted to meet up with Chad. But I did spend a lot of time checking out my neighborhood’s man meat. I was amazed at how many gay guys there were. I definitely hadn’t known about them in high school, yet here they were, one profile after another.

My own profile was as anonymous as I could make it. I called myself RJ630, which was the vaguest name I could think of, and I used a picture that only showed my chest. I never posted anything that could be traced back to me. I did get responses, and I chatted with a few dudes here and there, but I never had the balls to meet up.

At the same time, I watched an awful lot of YouTube. I found a bunch of guys who’d been vlogging about their experiences— some more anonymous than others— and the more I got to know them, the more interesting they got to be.

One guy named Ayden chronicled the ups and downs of his life, including the dates, fantasy crushes, and full-on boyfriends he’d gone through. Another guy, who called himself the Hillbilly Homo, talked about growing up gay in the South. Then there was a couple named Nick and Jay, who kept traveling the world; their channel was full of fancy landmarks and exotic locales, with a bunch of shirtless clips thrown in for good measure.

I also started following gay celebrities online. I’d heard of a few of these guys in the news, but this was the first time I’d really checked them out. I’d never realized how hot Ricky Martin was, or Matt Bomer for that matter— or Lance Bass, Dustin Lance Black, or Jonathan Groff, just to name a few. I found myself starting to fantasize about them: I imagined them with their men, and how they probably had sex. I also started following some not-so-gay guys, like Zac Efron and Channing Tatum, for the sake of the eye candy.

All that stuff fed my jerk-off habits. I had my bedroom to myself, which was way more comfortable than my old dorm room. But it was also less private: I did have a lock on my door, but my mom didn’t like me using it, and I didn’t want anyone hearing me anyway. So I always made sure to listen for footsteps, and I was always prepared in case someone surprised me.

My sister was the main person I was worried about. Her room was right to mine, and she was a night owl just like I was. She was the nosiest person I’d ever met, and worse yet, she was a blabbermouth. I knew I could never give her the slightest inkling of what was going on. If Amy figured me out, then the whole world would know, starting with my parents. I couldn’t imagine them all knowing I liked dick.

After three weeks of that shit, I knew I had to get out of there, at least for a while. As soon as I got off work that Friday, I hopped on a train and went all the way to Boystown.

I’d always thought of that place being weird, probably because of how my friends made it sound. But when I got there that day, I felt like I was seeing it through totally new eyes. I didn’t know my way around, and I definitely didn’t know what I was doing. But it seemed like a place where I could hang out and be myself— or at least so I hoped.

There were more gay bars there than I knew what to do with. They all had rainbow flags and shit in the windows, but I could only imagine what was inside.

I walked up and down the street, trying to gather up my nerve. I was afraid of getting carded, since I was still underage, and I couldn’t afford a fake ID. Most of all, I dreaded the thought of running into someone I knew. I tried to tell myself everything was cool, but I was still on pins and needles.

I eventually went to a place called the Meatpacking Plant, where they let me in without batting an eye. It took me a second to get my bearings: the space was a lot bigger than it looked from outside, and a lot of it was dark. The dudes inside were in all shapes and sizes. The bartenders were all shirtless, and they were damned good looking. A half-dozen go-go boys were dancing on the stage.

I didn’t know what to do next, so I just sat at the bar. The menu was basically shit: the food was just snack stuff, and the drinks were mostly cheap beer and cocktails. Not that I could afford much anyway, and from what I could tell, no one came there for the food or drink to begin with.

“What’s good here?” I asked to the guy sitting next to me. But he didn’t answer. He was playing with his phone, swiping through profile pictures. He looked up at me, swiped left, and looked away.

What the hell? I thought to myself. I wasn’t sure if that was how it was there, or if that guy was just an asshole.

The bartender walked up to me. “What’ll it be?” he asked.

“Uh,” I said, “I guess a Sex on the Beach?”

“You got it,” the bartender said, and he started making my drink.

I turned around and watched the go-go boys onstage. I was so used to checking out men in secret that I felt weird doing it in plain view. I kept having to tell myself that in a place like this, it was fine.

The dancers were gyrating all over the stage, dressed in nothing but g-strings. They waved their bulges and asses at the crowd, while the people in the front rows stuffed money in their thongs.

I had to wonder if these guys were all gay, because a lot of them didn’t look it. I wondered if at least a few might be doing it for the money, like those gay-for-pay people. One way or another, they were putting on a good show: they were basically strippers, and they seemed totally into it. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

The bartender slid me my drink, and I turned to pick it up. As I did, I noticed a dude near the end of the bar. He looked like a total manly man, with a tank top that said in big letters “Sorry girls, I’m gay.” I suddenly realized he was checking me out.

I wasn’t sure what to do next. I sipped my drink and looked in the other direction. The guy on his phone had finished swiping; I had to wonder if he’d found the hookup he’d been looking for. A few feet away, two guys were busy flirting, and they looked like they were about to make out. Another man was just nursing his drink and staring at the stage, as if he was transfixed by the dancers. A bunch of others were just wandering around.

Finally the dude in the tank top walked over. “So,” he said, “what’s a cute thing like you doing here by yourself?”

I didn’t know how to answer. I was tempted to say I’d just gotten out of a relationship, but I wasn’t sure where Chad and I really stood, and I didn’t know if we’d had a relationship to begin with. “W-well,” I said, “I guess I’m here for the same reason you are.”

“Atta boy,” he said. He waved to the bartender. “Hey Fitz, put his drink on my tab.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said.

“I know,” he said as he sat down beside me. “I’m Gabe by the way.”

I almost gave my real name, but I went with my online alias instead. “R.J.,” I said, and I shook his hand.

“Cool,” he said. “So what does R.J. stand for?”

I felt a pang of fear. Those initials were totally random, so they didn’t stand for anything. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Rick James,” I said.

“Rick James? No shit!”

I suddenly felt like an idiot, but I tried to play it off as best I could. “You see why they call me R.J.,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess,” he said. “But you gotta admit, it’s kind of badass. You could totally say ‘I’m Rick James, bitch!’”

I didn’t want to embarrass myself any more than I already had. I just shrugged and sipped my drink.

“So R.J.,” he said, “what do you like to do with a guy?”

I was caught off guard by that. I wasn’t used to being open about sex, at least not like that. I was used to girls wanting to beat around the bush. “O-oh I dunno,” I finally said.

“I’m a bottom myself.”

I nodded. “That’s cool.”

“Are you a newbie?” he asked.

I didn’t know what to say to that. “What do you think is a newbie?”

“I dunno. Maybe ten guys or less?”

“Shit,” I said, “then yeah, I guess I’m a newbie.”

“With a body like that?” he asked. “Well then, what’s your type?”

“My type?”

“What kinds of guys do you like?”

“I mean,” I said, “well, you’re not bad looking—”

“I wasn’t fishing for compliments. I really want to know.”

I fiddled with the coaster in front of me. “Well... I-I mean I like muscles I guess....”

“It sounds to me like you need a good teacher.”

“You mean like you?”

“I guess you could say that,” he said with a grin. Then he pointed to the stage. “Which of those guys do you think is the hottest?”

I turned around and tried to figure out what to say. All the guys on stage were about the same type. They were all in their twenties, and their bodies were oiled and ripped. “I mean, they’re all hot,” I said, “but I guess the one on the right is the hottest.”

“That’s cool,” Gabe said. “Me, I like that guy in the middle. The one with the arm tattoo. I could totally hit that.”

I sipped my drink. “Yeah, me too,” I said. I still felt a little out of my depth, because I’d never talked that way about guys. But the more Gabe and I talked, the more comfortable I got; and of course the drinking helped too.

“Do you live around here?” Gabe eventually asked.

“Oh no,” I said. “I-I mean, I’m just visiting.”

“That’s cool,” he said. “Me, I live right around the corner. It’s so nice; I don’t have to worry about Uber or anything—”

“So it sounds like you come here a lot?”

“I try to,” he said. “But some nights here are more fun than others.” He leaned in toward me, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing.

I suddenly felt self-conscious again. There were dozens of people around us, yet here we were, locking lips in front of all of them. I was so used to being secretive with Chad, that I almost thought it was scandalous to do this in the open. But as far as I could tell, nobody here gave a shit.

Gabe finally broke the kiss and whispered in my ear. “Do you want to get out of here?”

I couldn’t say yes fast enough. I finished my drink, and he closed out our tab. Then I followed him home, and less than five minutes later, we stumbled into his apartment. We plopped down on his couch, ran our hands across each other, and made out some more.

“Your back is so tense,” he said between kisses.

“I know,” I said. “It’s been a long week.”

“Then let me take care of it,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Trust me,” he said. He pulled my shirt off and threw it aside. Then he reached for a cabinet and grabbed a jar of massage oil. “Here, lie down.”

I did as I was told. The couch was surprisingly comfortable. This wasn’t cheap student furniture like what I was used to; it was a fancy leather sectional with a very nice throw. Gabe didn’t seem much older than me, but he obviously had money, not to mention taste.

Gabe climbed on top of me, rubbed the oil on my back, and started kneading me. He started between my shoulder blades, then made his way toward my arms.

I was surprised by how good it felt. The oil smelled really nice, and it made my whole back feel warm. Gabe zeroed right in on the knots in my muscles, and he started working them out. It hurt for a second, but the more he worked out the tension, the more pleasurable it got.

We both still had our pants on, but I could totally feel Gabe’s hardon grind against my ass. It was such a fucking turn-on, and it made my own dick press harder against the couch.

Gabe reached underneath me, undid my fly, and pulled off my pants. Then he kneeled next to the couch and started massaging my legs.

“Oh shit,” I said, “I fucking needed this....”

“I could tell,” he said as he ran his hands up my thigh. “I need it too.” He pulled off my underwear and kneaded my ass. He squeezed each cheek, one after the other, then ran his hand down my crack. I kept waiting for him to play with my hole, but he didn’t.

“You fucking tease,” I said.

“That’s the idea,” he said. “Now roll over.”

I complied, and my dick flopped into the open. By now, I was standing firmly at attention.

“Nice,” Gabe said.

I was itching to see Gabe in his full glory, but he was in no rush. He leaned down and started sucking my nipples. He rubbed himself as he did it, but he wouldn’t let me touch him. Finally he kissed me and stood up. At long last, he pulled down his pants, and I saw he wasn’t wearing underwear.

His cock looked totally different from Chad’s. Gabe had shaved his pubes and his chest hair, so he looked even more naked than what I was used to. He was also uncut, though he was so hard that it was almost impossible to tell. I also noticed how his dick curved a little, unlike Chad’s which was straight as an arrow.

“So,” he said, “do you like what you see?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

Gabe smiled, and without another word, he started sucking my cock. He obviously knew what he was doing: he was totally deliberate with his lips and his tongue, and it drove me fucking wild. Every time I moved or let out a breath, he knew exactly what it meant, and he responded accordingly.

Eventually he let my dick pop out of his mouth. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Fucking incredible,” I said.

Gabe reached back for his cabinet, and as he opened it, I saw he had a whole set of sex supplies ready to go. He pulled out a bottle of lube and set it on the table. Then he pointed to a half-dozen boxes of condoms. “What size are you?” he asked.

“Size?” I tripped over my words at first. “Uh, I dunno, I mean I guess whatever... don’t you just have condoms in your own size?”

“Oh no,” he said. “I never do the fucking. I just want to get fucked.”

“Say what?”

“I told you I was a bottom. Actually, power bottom is more like it.”

“Woah,” I said. I didn’t want to tell him that I’d only been with Chad. I’d definitely gotten to like bottoming, but I couldn’t imagine doing just that.

“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?” he asked.

“I didn’t say that.” I pointed to the condoms. “Let me see those.” As I did, I felt an awkward blast from the past. I’d used the same brands about a year before, when I’d been fucking my ex-girlfriend.

“What’s wrong?” Gabe asked.

“Nothing,” I said. I picked out a condom that I knew would fit, pulled it out of its wrapper, and rolled it onto my cock.

Gabe lubed up his ass, then he offered me the bottle. His lube was totally different from what I was used to; it seemed a lot more watery at first, but it was also a lot more slippery, and it seemed weirdly oily. “Now lie back down,” he said.

I did as I was told. The blanket was surprisingly soft. Gabe climbed on top of me, then lowered himself onto my cock. I felt myself slide right into his chute; he seemed to fit me like a glove. The next thing I knew, his ass was resting on my pubes.

The way the couch was positioned, I could barely move, so Gabe was in control. He clamped his ass down on my dick and started rocking back and forth. He didn’t bother talking dirty, but I could tell how much he was loving it. He closed his eyes and curled his mouth into a smile. He kept grunting and moaning as my dick pumped deeper and deeper inside him.

We started out kind of slow, but then Gabe picked up the pace. There was nothing delicate about sex with this guy: he obviously wanted to get pounded, and he kept thrusting faster and faster. Before I knew it, we were fucking as fast as we could.

I almost ran out of breath, but then Gabe started slowing down, and we went back to more of a steady speed. Gabe ran his ass in kind of a circular motion, and I felt my dick exploring his insides.

I looked into his eyes, and he looked right back at me. Both of us were obviously savoring the sensation. Then, a few seconds later, he started speeding up again.

Gabe’s dick was tantalizingly close to my face, and I wanted to suck it, but it stayed just of reach— at least for my mouth. So I did the next-best thing and ran my hands across his shaft. It took my hands a second to match up with his rhythm, but once they did, I started beating him off like nobody’s business.

Gabe leaned down and kissed me. “I want you to take me from behind,” he said.

We both stopped fucking for a second, then changed positions. Gabe got down on all fours and stuck his ass out at me.

His half-fucked hole looked delicious, and I couldn’t wait to dive back in. I got on my knees behind him, ran my cock up and down his crack, and finally pushed my way inside.

Gabe’s ass went back to slamming against my pubes. I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. Gabe wasn’t just an inexperienced college kid getting off. He was a fucking expert at this. I loved how unapologetic he was: Gabe wanted my dick, and I wanted his ass, and his mission was to give both of us what we wanted.

Even in this position, Gabe was the one in charge. He kept thrusting his body against me, while he guided me with his left hand and jerked himself off with his right. He was working so hard that he was getting more exercise than I was.

Gabe’s body started tensing up, and I felt his sphincter clamp down on my cock. His groans went up in pitch, then finally reached a crescendo, just as his jizz splattered onto his blanket. His body was spasming so much that I could totally feel his orgasm inside him.

I knew how much cum I had pent up myself. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, and I didn’t even try. I gave him a couple more thrusts, but I could already feel my load moving up my pole. Then I yelped and blew my load inside him.

I could barely control myself. My nerves were so active, I could feel my juices pouring out of me. Gabe kept working my cock the whole time, which felt so fucking good.

Finally I finished pumping, and I tried to catch my breath. Gabe pulled forward, and my dick popped out of his ass. My condom was so full that it barely stayed on.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Gabe said. He stood up and gave me a kiss.

I plopped back against the end of the couch. As I did, Gabe pulled up the cummy blanket. He tossed the blanket into his bedroom, where a laundry hamper was waiting.

“You can throw your condom over there,” he said, and he pointed over at a trash can.

“Wow,” I said. “You’ve got this down to a science, don’t you?” I opened the trash can, and as I did, I saw a bunch of other condoms lying inside.

“What can I say?” Gabe said. “I like sex.”

Part of me thought that was weird, but another part thought it was hot. I wondered how many other guys had paraded through that apartment.

“You want a drink?” Gabe asked. “You didn’t seem to like that shit at the bar.”

“Uh... sure, I guess.”

“Are you a wine guy?” he asked as he stepped into his kitchen. “I’ve got a merlot, a cab, and a pinot grigio. Or if you’re more into beers, I’ve got a hef, an IPA, and a stout. Plus I’ve got some stuff for mixed drinks too. Take your pick.”

I didn’t really know how to answer. I’d expected him to pull a slam-bam-thank-you-man. Yet here he was, treating me like a hot date. “Well,” I said, “surprise me.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said.

I sat back on the couch, still butt naked, and I waited till Gabe came back with our drinks. He handed me a beer, and I took a sip. “Wow,” I said, “this is good.”

Gabe snuggled up to me. “Well you know,” he said, “there’s more where all of this came from.”

I’d planned to go home that night, but at that point I didn’t want to leave. Gabe wasn’t exactly shooing me away; he kept laying on the charm, and he flat-out offered to have me spend the night. I played coy at first, but I’d secretly been thinking the same thing. Eventually I figured what the hell, and I agreed to stay over.

Gabe’s bed was downright luxurious, one of those pillow-top mattresses with feather pillows and comforters. When he and I laid down, I felt like we were sinking into the fabric. Gabe put his arm around me and started spooning with me, with his chest to my back. I felt Gabe’s breath against my neck, and I savored the warmth of his body against mine.

I was still kind of surprised this was real, but I wasn’t about to complain. I’d never met a gay guy so secure in his sexuality. It was actually pretty refreshing. Part of me wanted to be like that myself, although the other part wasn’t sure I could ever pull it off.

I took Gabe’s hand, which was right next to mine, and I held it against my chest. I was so comfortable that my worries seemed to melt away. I closed my eyes, and I pressed my body against Gabe’s. Then, slowly but surely, the two of us drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, at first I didn’t know where I was. It took me a second before I recognized the ceiling above me. Gabe wasn’t lying beside me, but all of his sheets were twisted around my body.

I almost didn’t want to get up, but I knew I’d eventually have to. I threw the sheets aside, and I went to see what Gabe was doing.

It turned out he was making breakfast. He’d thrown on a bathrobe, but he hadn’t cinched it up in the front, so his cock and balls were still out in the open. “Morning stud,” he said.

I was a little self-conscious, because I wasn’t wearing anything either. “Morning.”

“Here, have a seat,” he said. “You want some coffee? I already made a pot of regular, but if you want a cappuccino or something, I can make you that too—”

“Regular coffee is cool,” I said.

“Coming right up,” he said. “Cream and sugar?”

“Cream,” I said. My coffee was the one part of my routine that never changed. I wasn’t a morning person, so I could barely face the day without it.

“Coming right up,” he said. “I was just making fruit salad, but I can make you whatever you want: omelettes, French toast, oatmeal, you name it.”

“Whatever’s easiest,” I said. I’d stopped eating breakfast my first semester in college. I didn’t like to cook, so I’d basically been living off ramen noodles and whatever else was easy and cheap. “So,” I said, “what’s it like living here anyway?”

He handed me a coffee. “You mean Boystown?” he asked.

“Well yeah—”

“There’s lots of dick around here,” he said, “so for a guy like me, it’s perfect.”

I sipped my coffee. “Does it ever get to be, I dunno, a little too much?”

Gabe shrugged. “Well, not all dick is good dick,” he said. “So yeah: sometimes you get hit on by guys you don’t like. But all you’ve got to do is say no. Here, nobody cares what you’re into, so you can pretty much do whatever you want— or who you want, for that matter. It’s not like Shitbake, Oklahoma, where everybody’s up in your business.”

“Is that where you’re from?”

“Oklahoma? Yeah. I got out of there as fast as I could.” He set a plate in front of me, then carefully laid out the silverware beside it. “The only thing good about it are the strapping boys. And even then, they might as well have been forbidden fruit.”

“That sucks,” was the only thing I could say.

“So what about you?” he asked.

“M-me?”

“Well yeah. You said you were just visiting. Where from?”

I suddenly got nervous again. After all, I hadn’t even told him my real name, so I was afraid of getting caught in a lie. “Medford, Oregon,” I finally blurted out.

“That’s cool,” he said. “How far is that from Northern California— is it close to San Francisco?”

I actually wasn’t sure. I’d never been anywhere near San Francisco, but I didn’t want to admit it. “Well,” I said, “to San Francisco, you basically have to fly.”

“No shit?” he said. “I love it there. That city is awesome.” He set his salad bowl on the table. “Bon appetit.”

“Thank you,” I said, and I gave him a kiss. I meant for it to be a quick peck, but then I tasted his tongue, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop. His lips were soft and luscious, and I couldn’t get enough of them. Then I felt his breath against mine, which turned me on even more.

“Mm,” he said after a minute. “Looks like someone’s got a case of morning wood.”

“Is that a problem?” I asked.

“I didn’t say that,” he said. Then he grinned and stepped back, and I saw he was half-hard himself. “You want to have some fun with this?”

I didn’t really know what he meant, but at that point, I didn’t care.

“Here, lie down,” he said, and he pointed to the floor.

I followed his instructions and laid flat against the ground. The tile was cool at first, but it warmed up fast against my skin.

Gabe took off his bathrobe and tossed it aside. “Now don’t move,” he said as he dipped a spoon into his bowl. He brought out a helping of strawberries, banana slices, and pieces of melon. Then he sprinkled them over my body.

I was afraid of making a mess, so I stayed as still as a statue. The only exception was my dick, which was still getting harder.

Gabe kept playing with my body till I had food on my chest, my arms, and my legs. Then he kneeled down and started licking it off me. He made a show of it too: he rolled a strawberry around his mouth and let the juices flow all over his lips. Then he flicked his tongue and swallowed. “What do you think of that?” he asked.

I grinned but didn’t say anything. I was surprised at how turned on I was, but I was still afraid to move. I figured all the answers he needed were right between my legs.

Gabe ran his mouth along my arms— first my right, then my left— and he gobbled up the food along the way. Then he started on my chest, and he made sure to run his tongue across my nipples. I was dying for him to touch my cock, but he didn’t. He just got as far as my bellybutton, then moved down to my feet.

“Oh shit,” I said as he rubbed my left foot. I’d never had a proper foot massage before, so I’d never realized how good it could feel. I had to resist the urge to squirm.

Gabe went back to eating the food off my body, starting with my left ankle, then heading up my leg. Again, he stopped when he was a few inches from my package. Then he went down to my right foot too; he massaged it for a minute, then repeated the process on my leg.

By now, the food on my body was gone, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself. “That’s so fucking hot,” I said.

“I figured you might like that,” he said. “You want to try it on me?”

I jumped at the offer, and he and I switched places. I wasn’t nearly as self-assured as he was: I dropped a whole spoonful of food on his chest. I played it off like it was no big deal, and I ate it right off him.

I loved the taste of his skin mixed in with those juices. I dribbled more food all over his body, then basically sucked it all up.

Along the way, I bumped a blueberry, and it went rolling across the floor. But at that point, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the beautiful naked man before me. I lapped up a piece of melon from his crotch, then put my hand on his cock and guided it into my mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he gasped.

I sucked his cock like I was fucking possessed. I bobbed my head up and down so fast I got dizzy. His dick went so far back that I almost gagged, but I managed not to.

I wanted him up my ass, so I took my mouth off him, and I climbed on top of his body. I positioned my boyhole right over his cock, then reached back and pulled him toward me.

“Hey,” he said, “I don’t top, remember?”

I felt like I was about to burst. His shaft felt right at home underneath me, and I could only imagine how good it would feel on the inside. “I fucking want you,” I said.

“I want you too,” he said, “but we don’t have supplies in here anyway.”

“Fuck....”

Gabe leaned up and kissed me. “Although you know,” he said, “we can always do something else.”

I didn’t know what he had in mind, but before I could ask, he started jerking me off. I hadn’t expected that, and my dick was already tingling, so I kind of flinched with surprise. But I didn’t want him to stop.

Gabe reached down with his free hand, and he played with my balls. Then, after a minute, he made his way further back. I felt his fingers exploring my crack. Suddenly he pulled away, and I was about to reprimand him, but then he spit on his fingers. Finally he reached back for my ass, and the next thing I knew, his fingers were inside me.

“Oh shit,” I said. As much as I wanted his dick, I loved the feeling of him playing with my ass. I could feel his fingers exploring my insides, which made my fuckring tighten up. He kept going, but I knew I couldn’t last much longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I said between gasps.

“Go for it,” he said, and he closed his eyes.

My balls started to twitch, and then my dick started spasming. “Oh yeah!” I yelled as a rope of cum hit Gabe on the check. Then another rope hit him on the forehead, followed by one across his nose, one by his eyes, and one on his neck.

Gabe took his hand off my dick and started jerking himself off. It only took a few seconds before he shot his own wad. I felt a few squirts hit my hole, but most of his juices splashed between my legs. By the time he stopped pumping, his abs were basically covered.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

Gabe wiped off his face with his hands, then lapped up the cum around his mouth. “What’d you think of that?” he asked.

“That was fucking amazing,” I said.

“I told you,” he said.

Both of us got up, and Gabe grabbed a kitchen towel from nearby. He wiped the rest of the cum from his body, grabbed the stray blueberry, and cleaned up the floor. He threw the berry in the trash, then headed for his room and threw his towel in the laundry.

“Take your time with breakfast,” he said. “Whenever you’re ready, I put out fresh towels and a toothbrush. Feel free to use whatever other bathroom stuff you need.”

“Wow,” I said, “thank you.” I felt so good that I just wanted to relax. I was looking forward to the shower, but at that moment all I wanted to do was sit down.

I nursed my coffee for a while, and I looked out the window. Gabe’s place was up on the fourth floor, so it looked down on the streets. I wondered if his neighbors could see me, or if they could’ve seen what we just did. But all the buildings around us seemed quiet.

“Say,” I said, “have you ever thought about putting on a show?”

“What, you mean like exhibitionist shit?” he asked as he sat down next to me. “No, that’s not really my thing. No offense to people who are into it.”

“Have you known people who were?”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “I know guys who totally get off on that shit. So they’ll hook up in public, or show off online, or whatever. Sometimes I’ll watch them on Chaturbate, but that’s as far as I go.”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I’d be into that or not. I felt like I was just starting to get to know my gay side; there was a helluva lot that I just didn’t know.

When I finally headed for the shower, I found the stuff Gabe had laid out for me. Once again, he was totally on top of things. The toothbrush was still in the original packaging, and the towels all matched perfectly.

Gabe’s shower was super nice. It was one of those big stall showers with clear glass doors, and the inside was made of polished stone. One wall was lined with bottles: he must’ve had at least a dozen shampoos and body washes in there.

I stepped in the shower and turned on the water. It came out nice and hot, and steam came wafting over me. I could practically feel my pores open up. I leaned my head back and let the water pour over my skin.

I picked up a bottle and poured some body wash on my hand. I worked it into a lather, then started scrubbing my body.

I had just soaped up my crotch and my ass when I realized Gabe was watching me. I could barely see him through the fogged-up glass, but I could see enough to know he was playing with himself.

“That’s hot,” he said.

“Do you want to join me?” I asked.

“I don’t mind if I do,” he said as he opened the shower door and stepped inside.

We put our arms around each other, and we started making out. I could feel my dick getting hard again. Even though I’d just gotten off, I still wanted more. I pressed Gabe against the wall, and I reached to turn off the water.

“No,” he said, “keep it running. It’s hotter that way.”

I pulled my hand away from the faucet, and we went back to sucking face. Our cocks jousted as we rubbed our bodies together. I was right under the jet, so I could feel the water washing the suds away. Gabe’s hair was saturated by then, and his skin was glistening under the light.

“Hang on,” he said as he stepped outside the shower. He reached under his sink, where he apparently had another stash of supplies. I caught a glimpse of a plastic bulb, along with some toys. He handed me a rubber— the same kind we’d used the night before— and I put it on as fast as I could. Then he lubed up his ass.

“Are you sure that won’t wash away?” I asked.

“It’s silicone lube,” he said. “It’ll stand up to anything.” He put the lube bottle back in its place, then got back in the shower. He turned his ass to me and braced his arms against the wall.

I’d never fucked standing up, but it came pretty naturally. I just guided my dick inside him and started pounding away.

Gabe’s body shuddered with every thrust, but he took it like a pro. He was still as tight as he’d been the night before. My fuck muscle felt so good inside him, and I think the feeling was mutual.

I kept slapping his patty for a minute or two, and then we switched positions. Gabe sat on a stone ledge, wrapped his legs around me, and pulled me toward him. He looked so fucking gorgeous with his hole staring at me and his cock totally hard.

I slid my dick back into his ass, and I started jerking him off. Gabe closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He was obviously enjoying the ride, but he still managed to set the rhythm in the way he slammed back into me. His legs kept flying up and down as I kept reaming his ass.

It took us a while to get off, but it was worth it. I could feel my muscles flexing, and slowly but surely, I approached the point of no return. Gabe went first; he let out a scream, and his seed shot up from his cock.

Suddenly I felt the condom rip, and my dick suddenly felt even better than before. I was tempted to blast right inside him, but I forced himself to pull out, and I yanked off the rubber. Then I pounded my pud, brought myself to orgasm, and busted.

“Aw fuck yeah,” I gasped. The pleasure was more intense than I’d expected. It rippled through my body, to the point that I had to hold the wall for support. Finally I stepped back.

“Mm,” he said as he got down off the ledge. “Did you like that?”

“Fucking A,” I said.

Gabe chuckled and kissed me. “Good,” he said, “now let’s get you cleaned off.”

It was a little crowded with both of us in the shower, but I didn’t care, and I didn’t think he did either. I threw away the torn condom, and I rinsed myself off. Then I helped Gabe soap up his body. I paid special attention to his crotch and his butt— after what we’d just done, I figured they needed extra attention— and then I stepped back. Gabe stepped under the jet for a minute, and all the suds drained away.

I didn’t want to leave, but I knew I pretty much had to. I didn’t have a change of clothes, not to mention that I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. I took my time getting dressed, but eventually I knew it was time.

“You know, this was fun,” Gabe said. “The next time you’re around, let me know. You can always find me on Grindr.”

“Of course,” I said, and I gave him one last kiss. Then I headed for the stairwell and started my walk of shame back home.

On my way back to the train station, I kept eyeing the buildings around me. They didn’t seem nearly as alien anymore. On the contrary, they seemed awfully inviting, if not downright tempting. I knew I’d barely scratched the surface of what Boystown had to offer, and I couldn’t wait to do more exploring.

I paused outside of a sex shop, and I tried to imagine what might be inside. The windows showed a few ads with scantily-clad boys, but that was all I could see. Everything else was hidden behind black curtains.

I thought back to Gabe’s sex supplies, especially the toys we’d never gotten around to using. I wanted so badly to check out this store, but I knew I couldn’t, at least not at that moment. It wouldn’t open for hours, and besides, I couldn’t have brought that stuff back to my parents’ house.

As it was, I wasn’t sure how to explain where I’d been. The ride home took over an hour, and I used that whole time to decide how to spin it. I just knew I couldn’t let them know the truth.

By that point, I’d basically concluded I was full-on gay. I knew I’d awakened powerful urges inside me, and I loved sex with men so much that I couldn’t imagine going back to women. I was starting to realize that the stuff I’d done with Chad was just the tip of the iceberg. There were so many other gay guys out there, and so many things I wanted to do with them, that I could only imagine the possibilities— which made it that much harder to keep it under wraps. But I knew I’d have to find a way.



To be continued....

 

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CHAPTER 5


By the time I got home, I’d tried to put all thoughts of my sexuality aside. I pretended I wasn’t the guy who’d been prowling around the net, and who’d just spent the night in Boystown, and who’d hooked up with a random guy along the way.

I forced myself to play the same part I’d been playing for years. I was supposed to be the golden boy, the guy who’d been popular in high school, and the son who’d always made his parents proud. I hadn’t always been comfortable in that role, and I definitely wasn’t comfortable now. But I’d played that part for so long that I figured I knew what I was doing.

I’d just walked in the door, and was heading up to my room, when I ran into my sister. “Looks like somebody was out late,” she said.

I was in no mood for her smartassery. “Yeah I was,” I said. “So what?”

“I’m just saying,” she replied. “You know I ran into Erica?”

Aw shit, I thought. Erica was my ex, so I didn’t want to think of her right then.

“She’s been going through a tough time,” Amy said. “You know her mom is sick?”

I nodded. “That sucks.”

“Is that all you have to say? Don’t you care?”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” I said. “It does suck. It’s just— I mean, for God sakes, I haven’t talked to her in a year.”

“So what: do you have a new girlfriend or something?”

I shook my head. I didn’t like where this was going. “Well no....”

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday.”

“I was out partying,” I said as casually as I could.

“Uh-huh,” she said.

“Look,” I said, “maybe I just don’t want to talk to my ex. What’s the matter with that?”

“I don’t see what the big deal would be,” she said. “I still talk to Kevin.”

I rolled my eyes. Amy and her ex had been on-again, off-again all the way through high school.

“Anyway, if you’re not seeing anybody, why not?”

“That’s none of your business,” I said. “And there wouldn’t be much point to it now, when I’m just back for the summer—”

“Yeah, spare me that crap,” she said. “I know how horny guys are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What, you want me to think you’re a monk? I know better.”

“What the hell, Amy—”

“You did break her heart.”

“For shit’s sake,” I said, “what do you want me to do? Get back together with her?”

“I’m just saying, she needs somebody. She’s going through a lot.”

I threw up my hands. “So how do you think this would be different than last year?” I asked. “I was moving away, and she couldn’t come with me. What the fuck has changed?”

“You boys,” she said. “You never understand a girl’s feelings.”

“Oh jeez—”

“Just tell me you haven’t been breaking some other girls’ hearts.”

“What? No, of course not.”

“How do you know?”

I took a deep breath. “Trust me,” I said, then headed up to my room.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I wanted to hole up by myself for the rest of the day. But I knew I couldn’t do it, since I didn’t want to tip anyone off.

I did need to put on fresh clothes, so I stripped down and threw my laundry in a pile. As I did, I caught a glimpse of my butt in the mirror, so I turned and looked at myself.

It was kind of weird to see my own body naked. I had to wonder if other guys thought I was hot. I’d never been a gym rat, but I liked to think that I’d kept myself in shape. My pecs and biceps were toned, and my abs were flat. But I was still nervous.

I’d heard gay guys were obsessed with looks, and were notoriously judgmental. I couldn’t tell if the stereotype was true, but I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I wasn’t sure I qualified as a twink, but I also wasn’t sure I was a jock either. I figured all I could do was be myself— at least to a point— and put my best foot forward.

Over the next few weeks, I got the hang of what I was doing. I went back to Boystown whenever I could, and while I was there, I basically turned into a man slut. I watched male strippers, ordered lap dances, and ended up with a different dude every night.

I also got over my shyness online, so even when I was home, I went for one Grindr hookup after another. And it wasn’t just Grindr; I wanted to cast the biggest net I could, so I also set up profiles on Jack’d, Hornet, and Scruff.

It didn’t take me long to find out Gabe was right: not all dick was good. A lot of guys used fake pictures online, so when I met them, they were totally different from what I’d signed up for. Some were extra secretive, wanting to meet up in motels and stuff. Sometimes I could totally tell they were cheating, like if they had a mark on their finger where their wedding ring had been. I didn’t want any part of that, so I turned them down flat.

Even so, I met enough cool guys that I started figuring out what I liked. Bodybuilding types were fun to look at, but with the ones I hooked up with, it pretty much ended there. I met some nice leather guys, but I didn’t have much in common with them. What really got me going were guys my own age, either fresh out of high school or close to it, who were exploring their sexuality like I was. A lot of them were totally new to man sex; so to them, I was the seasoned pro. A few were surprised at how easily I took dick in my ass, so I gave them tips on how to do it themselves.

I tried a bunch of new things myself, and I loved being able to do whatever I wanted without judgment. Sometimes I found things I liked, like getting facials, although other guys’ reactions were mixed. Other times I found things I didn’t like, like BDSM, while other guys were totally into it.

I never heard a peep from Chad that whole time. His Facebook and Twitter feeds had gone silent, and he still wasn’t responding to messages. I felt like asking one of our frat brothers about him, just to make sure he was okay, but I didn’t want to seem weird. Eventually my worrying gave way to annoyance; I figured if he couldn’t be bothered to talk to me, then he couldn’t complain about what I was up to.

“Scott!” my dad yelled from his office.

I jumped with surprise and shoved my phone in my pocket. “What?”

“Let’s go,” he said as he walked over with his briefcase. “I don’t want to be late for dinner.”

“Yeah,” I said. I was still going in to work every day, and my dad was basically my boss. It was kind of an awkward arrangement, especially since he was always looking over my shoulder.

Dad insisted on carpooling, so the two of us were alone for a half hour in each direction. He seemed to think it made for good father-son time, but I wasn’t so sure. It was surprisingly hard to keep up appearances that long. I hated having to pretend things were normal, when they very clearly weren’t.

On that particular day, we were about halfway home when he suddenly cleared his throat. “So,” he said, “your mother and I have been talking... and she’s coming with me to Kansas City this year.”

I nodded. Every August, my dad went to a big conference in Kansas City, and he always went on and on about it.

“If you want to come too,” he said, “we could turn it into a family trip. And I think it’d be good for you too. Think of all the people you’d meet—”

“I dunno,” I said. My dad wanted me to be a lawyer, but I didn’t know if it was really my thing. Besides, I had too many other things on my mind right then, so that kind of stuff was not high on my list. “What about Amy?”

“I’m trying to get her to come too,” he said. “But she’s not sure either. Something about her friend’s wedding.”

“Oh. Right.” Amy’s best friend was getting married that fall, and Amy was practically obsessing over it. She kept talking about being the maid of honor, and planning a bachelorette party, and blah blah blah blah. To hear her tell it, you’d think this wedding was national news.

“Well, be thinking about it,” he said, “and let me know what you decide.”

I didn’t say anything, but I really didn’t need to think about it at all. If my parents were going to be gone, and if Amy was going to be tied up with other stuff, then I could have the house to myself. I was desperate for that kind of privacy, though I knew I’d need to keep my cards close to my chest.

That night, we’d just finished dinner when I retreated upstairs and started surfing Grindr. I hadn’t been fucked all week, so my hole was literally itching to get a hard cock inside it. I filtered out my results to guys more or less my age, and I found someone who called himself YoDude. His profile showed the usual bare chest, but from what I could see, the man was fucking huge. He listed himself as a versatile top, so he seemed to be right up my alley.

I sent him a private chat: Hey man. Where u at?

He responded within seconds: Oak Hill Dr. I can host. U?

Just got off work, I wrote. Near the riverwalk.

What r u into?

In the mood to get fucked, I wrote. Up for whatever.

Cool, he wrote. Got any nudes?

I sighed. This wasn’t the first time I’d gotten asked for naked pictures. I never knew how to respond, because the truth was, I didn’t have any. The closest thing I had was my profile pic, which wasn’t especially naughty. I’d never worked up the courage to photograph myself fully naked.

I was about to type up a response when I heard my mom’s footsteps. I jumped and switched over to Facebook.

A second later, I heard my dad’s voice through the walls. I could tell my parents were talking about something, though I couldn’t tell what. I suddenly got nervous. Were they onto me? Had they talked to Amy? I could only hope that no one in my family had put two and two together.

Finally, after what seemed like a long time, my parents’ footsteps disappeared into the distance. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at my phone.

I was about to switch back to Grindr when I saw a picture on my feed. My frat brother Marcos had just posted a selfie. It showed him sitting at a ballgame, eating a hot dog. At first it looked like no big deal, but then I noticed an blurry face in the background, which I could tell was Chad’s.

At first I didn’t know what to think. Part of me was relieved that Chad seemed all right. But then I remembered Marcos’s boyfriend, and I realized he was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t help wondering if Chad and Marcos were banging. I didn’t want to think about that, and I couldn’t imagine they’d post evidence on Facebook. But if Chad was just hanging out with him, then why would he be avoiding me, or ignoring me, or whatever the hell he was doing?

I refreshed my feed, because I wanted to see if Marcos would post something else. But the picture disappeared, and try what I might, I couldn’t find it again. I didn’t know if Marcos had deleted it or what, but it only made me more anxious.

Fuck it, I thought as I shoved my phone in my pocket. I’d had enough of this bullshit. I took a deep breath, then decided to go for my hookup with naked pictures and all.

I stormed into the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and stripped down. Then I grabbed my electric razor and started trimming my pubes. I didn’t want my body to be hairless, but I did want my anatomy to look as good as it could. I pruned the base of my cock, and I shaved the stray hairs on my ballsack. I checked my leg hair too, but it was basically fine, and so was the hair on my pits. Then I jumped in the shower, scrubbed down my body, and rinsed.

By the time I dried myself off, I figured I was as ready as I’d ever be. I looked in the mirror and made some final adjustments. Then I reached down to my clothes, pulled out my phone, and started snapping away.

I figured I needed plenty of options to work with. First I shot my dick, which was already getting hard, and then I followed up with my ass. I tried a couple of different poses, some through the mirror, others with the camera pointing straight at my junk. I even lifted one leg, held my phone under me, and got a closeup of my boyhole.

I finished up by taking full-body shots. I figured this could help me in the long run; I wanted to attract as many guys as I could, and I wanted to prove I wasn’t a fake. I even snapped a few shots with my face in the frame.

I didn’t waste any time putting those pictures to use. I picked out the three I liked best, then went back on Grindr and sent them to YoDude.

I couldn’t wait for him to respond, but as it turned out, it didn’t take long. Woah, he messaged back just a few seconds later.

Some of my nerves calmed down, but others just got more excited. A reaction like that was definitely a boost to my ego. U like that? asked.

Fuck yeah, he wrote back. How fast can u get here?

A feeling of relief seemed to crash all over me. I threw on my clothes as fast as I could, then hurried to the garage. YoDude gave me his address, and a few minutes later, I was pulling up to his house.

His place was totally suburban, even more so than mine. The house was big, and it looked nice from the outside, but it was totally generic. It sat on the end of a cul-de-sac, and it looked exactly the same as its neighbors. I half-expected the Stepford Wives to come greet me.

I knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, it opened. “Hey Scott,” came a voice.

I practically froze with surprise. Oh fuck, I thought. How does he know my real name? I’d always been careful online, to make sure nobody knew who I was. This guy was only supposed to know me as RJ630.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I don’t bite.”

I was tempted to back out, but I didn’t want to make things worse. After all, this guy apparently knew me, and he already had my naked pictures. I eventually figured I had nothing to lose, so I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The guy before me was as big as I’d expected. He was over six feet tall, with bulging muscles and thick blond hair. “Johan?” I asked.

Johan Vanderkerk was a guy from my high school. He’d been a few years ahead of me, but I’d known him well enough to know he was a jerk. He’d bullied me in gym class more than once, and I’d heard stories of him stuffing kids in lockers. I couldn’t imagine him on Grindr, except maybe as a troll.

“What the fuck?” I said without thinking.

“I know,” he said. “I bet you never expected to see me like this.”

I shook my head. “S-so you’re gay?”

“Well....” Johan’s voice trailed off, but then he nodded. “I guess there’s no denying it now.” He sighed. “Look, if I was an asshole or whatever, it was only... I mean, I just kept telling myself—”

“You were a prick,” I said. “I mean, at least back in high school—”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “That’s all I can tell you.”

I was still as horny as ever, but I wasn’t sure what to do about it. The door behind me was still open, and I was tempted to walk back outside. But then I took a deep breath and shut the door. “Look,” I said. “If you say anything about this to anyone, I swear—”

“I won’t say a word,” Johan said.

I’d never been so pissed yet so randy. I was still dying to get a dick inside me. I couldn’t believe my big prospect was someone I’d hated growing up.

Johan moved forward and kissed me. I resisted at first, but then I felt his face against mine, and my horniness took over. His square stubbly chin, firm chest, and massive arms were exactly what I needed.

Johan took me up to his room. He apparently still lived with his parents, but they were nowhere to be seen, so we had the house to ourselves. I pulled off Johan’s shirt and marveled at the beautiful body underneath. He pulled off my shirt too, then pushed me toward the bed.

“Hold on,” I said.

“What’s wrong?”

“I... I dunno, I just—”

“Okay, listen,” he said, “I know what you must be thinking. I really mean it, I’m sorry for everything I did back then.” He took a deep breath. “I know it was shitty. I was fucked up, and I hated myself. I didn’t want to think I was gay. It took me a long time to realize how awesome it was... and I’ve felt like a whole different person ever since.”

“How awesome it was?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, once I realized I wasn’t alone, and I didn’t need to hide, all those hangups went away.” He licked his lips. “And it really is awesome. I mean, come on: I get to have sex with hot guys.”

I didn’t say a word. Somehow I could relate.

“Anyway,” he said, “if it really bothers you that much, I get it. We don’t have to do this—”

“No,” I said, “it’s okay.” I sighed. “So when you realized it was me....”

“Oh God,” he said, “when you sent me those pictures, I pretty much died. They were so fucking hot.”

“Did you know I was gay too?”

“Not till I got the pictures,” he said. “I would never have guessed.”

I sighed. “Neither would I. At least not in high school.” I put my hands on his belt. “But it’s like you said: I didn’t know how awesome it was....”

“What do you want to do now?”

“You’re gonna have to fuck me,” I said as I undid his pants and pulled out his cock. “I’ve been hungry for it all week.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said.

His package was just as glorious as I’d hoped for. His penis wasn’t especially long, but it was thick, and I could only imagine how it would feel in my ass. His balls were perfectly formed, and they were framed by his beautiful blond hair.

I pulled off his pants the rest of the way, and I started sucking him off. Johan just stood there and let off a groan. I couldn’t believe I was blowing my high school bully, and I especially couldn’t believe how much we both loved it. His hard dick tasted so good in my mouth. I was tempted to reach down and jack myself off.

Eventually Johan stepped back, and his cock pulled out of my mouth. “I want you,” he said.

I wasn’t about to object— on the contrary— so I guided him down on his bed. “Where’s your lube?” I asked as I took off the rest of my clothes.

“It’s in my bedside table,” he said.

I opened the drawer on his nightstand, and I pulled out a tube of silicone lube. I also saw a box of condoms, apparently in his size.

It only took a second to get ourselves ready. Then I climbed on top of Johan’s body, and I guided his cock inside me. My ass was practically tingling with anticipation. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and did everything by feel.

Johan’s dick opened me up a lot further than I’d expected. He was the thickest guy I’d ever taken, and I could totally feel my sphincter expand. But I still managed to take him all the way, which I knew most other guys couldn’t do. I sensed my innards changing positions around him.

I started rocking my body back and forth. Johan responded and thrust in and out of me. Every heave helped to satisfy my hunger. I could barely control the groans coming out of my mouth, and I don’t think Johan could either.

My loins were already tingling, but then Johan hit my prostate, and a wave of pleasure shot through me. I hadn’t felt that sensation in months, and I’d almost forgotten how much I loved it. I let out a cry, and I tried to position myself so he could hit it again.

Johan rammed back into me so hard that it hurt; but it felt so incredible that I didn’t care. It was almost like we were hate-fucking, at least from my end. The violence and intensity were unlike anything I’d felt before. Each collision made my whole body shudder. I wanted to grab my dick, but we were moving too fast, so it flopped around uncontrollably beneath me.

Johan’s huge muscles started to roil. I looked into his eyes, and I watched his face contort with ecstasy. He grabbed my hips and bellowed, and I felt him unload into the condom.

I was also pretty close, and I wanted to get off without touching myself. Johan paused for a second, then clenched his jaw and pistoned back into me. I guided him just slightly, so he could hit my prostate again.

I felt another pang of euphoria, then another. I bounced up and down on his cock a few more times, but then I couldn’t last any longer. I closed my eyes and gasped. “Oh my God!” I yelled as I went totally rigid, and I felt my cum shooting out of me.

I kept on pumping, and my dick kept spurting more cum, till finally I stopped to catch my breath. “Fuck yeah,” Johan said.

I opened my eyes. I saw I’d shot all over Johan’s chest and face. “Well,” I said, “that’s one way to make up for high school.”

Johan wiped my cum from his eyes, then grinned. “Well,” he said, “at least it’s a start.”



To be continued....

 

[bigcannon]

Another hot chapter, Briacon. Amazing writing, like we were right there with Scott. Glad he found a friend he knew. Maybe this summer will be more fun with a guy he knows even if it was his high school bully. From this last chapter, I think they got past all that, especially the way Scott enjoyed Johan's cock in his ass. I have a feeling this isn't once and done. I gave you a five star rating on this story. I think it's going to be a hit. Keep typing. BC

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 6


By that point, I was starting to realize how life-changing being gay really was. It wasn’t just the sex, despite all the mind-blowing ways I’d found to get off, and the fact that I’d basically gotten addicted to cock. It also meant a lot for my future.

Before that summer, I’d always assumed I’d be like the people I’d grown up with: I’d settle down with a nice girl, and we’d have a few kids, and maybe a dog, while I worked in an office job somewhere. Now all of that was crumbling away.

At the very least, I knew I’d never have a wife. In theory I could still have kids, but I wouldn’t have them the old-fashioned way. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I sensed that lifestyle just wasn’t my thing.

Instead, I’d got more and more into the so-called gay culture. Parts of it made more sense to me than others. By then, I totally spoke the lingo— sexually and otherwise— and I even taught it to some of my hookups. I felt like I could be myself around other gay guys, and I loved how supportive they were. I wasn’t much into politics, but I knew things had been totally different even ten years before; so I appreciated that.

At the same time, there was a lot of other stuff that I just didn’t get. I wasn’t much into fashion. I did like Judy Garland— mostly because of the movies I’d grown up with— but I didn’t care about Britney, Lady Gaga, or most other so-called gay icons. I didn’t see the appeal of camp, and I most definitely didn’t get drag. But I figured we could all march to the beat of our own drummers, so if somebody else was into that shit, then so be it.

My pickup techniques also got better with practice. I still had a few misadventures, especially with dudes who lied to me online. But the more I learned how to catch that shit upfront, the easier it was to steer clear.

My naked pictures had definitely paid off. The trick, I learned, was in knowing how to use them. I never wanted to be the guy who sent unsolicited dick pics. Instead, I waited till I found a dude I was interested in, and who seemed interested in me. Then I’d send him a picture that was relatively tame, basically a glorified version of my profile pic.

If the other dude wanted more than that, he’d need to send me some pics of his own. If I liked what I saw, then he got to see a dick pic, or an ass pic, or whatever— but never a face pic, because I didn’t want to risk being recognized again. If I wanted to go nuclear, I’d send out closeups of my hole; I didn’t do that very often, but when I did, it got me laid every single time.

There was only one problem. Since I lived at home, I could only do it with guys who could host. That cut down my options a lot, at least till I finished my internship, and my parents and my sister went out of town. I was practically counting the hours till they left. I couldn’t wait to be able to do whatever and whoever I wanted.

My goal, at least in my own mind, was to have a slew of hot men lining up by my bedroom. I didn’t know if that was even possible, but it made for a great fantasy. I wanted to fuck some of them one-on-one, and others in groups. With any luck, I’d lose count of how many I porked before the weekend was over.

My first item of business, as soon as the coast was clear, was to message Johan on Grindr. He confirmed he was free, and he was up for another sesh. I gave him my address and told him to hurry his ass up. He showed up at my door so fast I hardly had time to get ready. Then I fucked him on the bed I’d grown up in.

Johan claimed he wasn’t much of a bottom, but as far as I was concerned, he was awesome. He was so big and muscular, yet he was totally submissive. He laid on his back, with his legs open wide, while I assumed the position. He was really fucking tight, so he flinched when I went in, and his whole body tensed up.

“I’m just returning the favor,” I said, “from when you stretched my ass too.”

“Yeah,” was all he could say. He gritted his teeth at first, but slowly his body relaxed, and we were off to the races.

I wasn’t about to be gentle. I knew Johan could take it like a man, so I pounded his butt as hard as I could. His whole body shuddered with each thrust, and my balls kept slapping against his crack. I kept knocking the wind out of him, as if I was beating his ass.

The bed underneath us could barely seem to take it. I’d jacked off in that bed for years, but I’d never fucked anyone so massive, and I’d definitely never done it so violently. The wooden joints creaked and cracked, as if they were going to give way.

Johan was all mine at that point. His huge biceps were basically useless, and his pecs and abs were just beautiful pieces of meat. His thick cock was hard as concrete, but I held his arms so he couldn’t touch it. I was bound and determined to dominate this man, and dammit, he was going to like it.

A deep groan made its way out of Johan’s body. This only made my hormones surge even more, so I jackhammered him even harder. I tried to hit his prostate, and sure enough, it worked. I saw his toes curl, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

I reached down to his cock, and I started jacking him off while I fucked him. Johan grabbed the headboard above him, like he was hanging on for dear life. I felt his asshole getting tighter and tighter, till he felt like he was going to burst.

“Oh shit!” he yelled, just in time before he blew his load all over himself.

That was enough to send me over the edge. “Ughhhhhhh,” was the only noise I could make. I felt my head expand inside of him, and then I let it rip. It took quite a few contractions to release all my cum, but once I was finished, I practically collapsed.

It was an awesome fuck, but as far as I was concerned, it was just the opening act. I snuggled with Johan for a bit, then sent him on his way, and I took a quick shower.

Less than five minutes later, I was back online, cruising for more NSA sex. Between Grindr and all the other apps, I went through hundreds of pictures. I couldn’t wait to find who my next conquest would be.

It turned out to be a redhead who’d just turned eighteen. I actually had to ask the guy for ID, which kind of defeated the anonymity of it, but I didn’t want any trouble. I made sure not look at the name on his card, so in my mind, he could just be my Twink Boy. It was actually pretty hot to think of how barely-legal he was.

Twink Boy wanted to have fun with it. He put on some music, started dancing, and promptly launched into a striptease. My dick responded right away; I’d seen my share of strippers and lap-dancers, but this was my first chance at a real happy ending.

Twink Boy insisted I keep my clothes on, at least for a while, and I wasn’t about to argue. Then he gyrated his crotch in front of me, always staying just out of reach. He undid his shirt buttons, one by one, and he teased me with the hairless pale skin underneath. My mouth watered when he turned his back to me, and he lowered his waistband just far enough for me to see the top of his crack.

“Damn,” I said, “that’s some Magic Mike shit.”

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t seen Magic Mike,” I said. “Anyone who likes dudes should be all over that.”

“It’s cool,” he said. “I’m just fucking with you.”

I wasn’t sure if that was true, but I didn’t really care. I found myself rubbing my crotch as I watched him. For an eighteen-year-old, he sure as hell knew what he was doing; and he could dance better than any other white guy I’d seen.

The music suddenly launched into a chorus, and Twink Boy ripped off his pants. Underneath was a skimpy black pair of briefs, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. Twink Boy kept dancing around, always in perfect sync with the music. Finally he pulled off his briefs, and his package came into full view, framed by a set of glorious red pubes.

“Wow,” I said. “So the carpet really does match the drapes.”

Twink Boy laughed. “It always does,” he said as he turned his body around. Even his backside was sprinkled with red hair. “So tell me: how bad do you want to fuck this ass?”

“Like you couldn’t fucking believe,” I said. It felt a little strange to hear Twink Boy talk dirty, because I hadn’t heard that from anyone but Chad. I forced myself not to think about that, and I focused on the gorgeous little redhead in front of me.

Twink Boy straddled my crotch, undid my fly, and started playing with my cock. “I’ve been dying for this,” he said, “ever since you sent me your picture.”

“That’s the idea,” I said. “Are you sure you’re ready to get that inside you?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

Twink Boy was practically still doing his dance. He kept teasing me as he toyed with my dick. As he did, I lubed him up, put on a condom, and went for his ass.

“Oh shit,” he said as I made my way in.

“Sh,” I said. “You know you can take it.” Twink Boy wasn’t especially tight, so I assumed he’d had practice, in more ways than one.

“Shit, this feels so good,” he said. “I love your dick in me.”

“That’s such a hot fucking ass,” I said. “You gonna dance all over that dick?”

“Hell yeah,” he said as he writhed his body around.

“You want it deeper?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” he said as he opened his legs wider. “Fucking give it to me.”

I followed his orders and kept pumping into him. His dick kept flopping around, all over his bright red pubes. His groans of pleasure got louder and louder.

Suddenly Twink Boy swung his body around, and he repositioned himself on all fours. He managed to do this while keeping me inside him, and never even breaking our rhythm.

“Oh shit,” I said.

“Keep going,” he said. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

I thrust as far into him as I could. His whole body trembled, and he started working my dick with his chute. “Do you like getting it like that?”

“Holy fuck, that’s amazing,” he said.

I ran my hands across his body, leaned down, and kissed his back. Twink Boy arched his neck and let out a loud sigh. Then he twisted his back around, and he made out with me while I fucked him.

After a minute, he threw me backward so I was lying face up. He still kept my dick inside him, but our bodies basically flipped, so now he was riding on top of me. “I’m so close dude,” he said. “I want you to cum.”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can’t hold it anymore. Just cum in my hole.”

Since I’d already gotten off that night, I couldn’t just bust on command. But I tried to think of the sexiest things I could. I flashed back to my old dorm’s showers, and all the cocks and asses I’d seen there. I replayed some of the porn I’d seen, like Flynn getting drilled. Slowly but surely, I felt myself getting closer to climax.

“Fucking do it,” Twink Boy said.

My mouth fell open, and I unloaded inside of him. I felt the condom fill up, and Twink Boy’s body responded.

“Oh yeah,” he said as he gave his cock a quick tug. That was all it took to make his jizz start shooting. The first rope hit me in the nose, and the second one almost hit me in the eyes. A few more splattered across my chest and my neck.

“Oh my God,” I said as I felt my heart pound. I laid my head back and swallowed hard.

“Wow,” he said when he stopped to catch his breath. “That was ridiculously amazing.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I just laughed.

By my third lay, I worried my balls might be running on empty. But I’d found a great option I couldn’t pass up: another guy wanted me to get with his boyfriend while he watched.

I’d always fantasized about threesomes, and about group sex in general. But I’d never actually followed through, unless I counted the circle jerk with the Kap Eps. Even so, I was up for the challenge.

When the guys showed up, I was glad to see that they were both nice to look at. It took me a minute to figure out which was which. The one I was supposed to have sex with— the one I dubbed Sex Boy— had shoulder-length hair and a beard. Watcher Boy was clean-shaven with tattoos on his arms.

I was a lot more nervous than I’d expected. I didn’t quite know where to start, because I wasn’t sure if we were supposed to kiss. I couldn’t stop thinking of how Sex Boy was someone else’s man. Just as importantly, I couldn’t stop thinking of how this someone else was just a few feet away, and would be eyeing us the whole time. Up to that point, I’d only performed for one person at a time; yet here I’d be performing for two.

Fortunately Sex Boy made the first move. He leaned in, put his hand on my cheek, and started making out with me. His beard felt itchy at first, but then I got used to it, and I started to like it. Sex Boy ran his hands along my body, while I reached behind him and grabbed the twin globes of his ass. Then he pulled off my shirt, and I did the same to him.

Sex Boy’s chest was just as hairy as his face, but he’d kept everything well-trimmed, and his muscles underneath were all nicely toned. I licked my lips at the sight of him; I couldn’t wait to see the rest of his body.

Watcher Boy seemed to be enjoying the show. He just sat down, still fully clothed, and he didn’t take his eyes off us. He touched himself a little, but otherwise he just took it all in.

Sex Boy pulled off my pants and my undies, then pulled off his own. His package looked exactly how I’d imagined it: his shaft was nice and long, and his ballsack was nestled between his thick pubes.

We moved over to the bed, and I laid down while Sex Boy started kissing my chest. He made his way down my breastbone, then circled around my bellybutton. I thought he was about to go down on me, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted my legs and started rimming my hole.

“Oh yeah,” Watcher Boy said to his boyfriend. “Eat that ass. Get him nice and wet.”

I was totally ready to get fucked. I reached down and started stroking myself, but Sex Boy pulled my hand away. He came up for air, and I pointed him to my supplies. He got us both ready and assumed his position.

“No,” Watcher Boy said. “I want you to take him from behind.”

I wasn’t about to object, and apparently Sex Boy wasn’t either. I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air.

I felt Sex Boy smack me with his dick, basically teasing my ass. Then, a few seconds later, his cockhead popped into me. I forced myself to relax as he made his way in. Finally I felt his pubes on my ass.

Sex Boy started pounding me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I closed my eyes for a second, then looked up.

Watcher Boy was just rubbing his crotch at first. Then his eyes met mine. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Do you like getting fucked by my man?”

I was getting rammed so hard I could barely form words. “Uh-huh,” I said.

“Just think,” he said, “I can get that shit any day. Does that make you jealous?”

“Yeah,” I said, “I love this...”

“Then fucking take it like a man.”

I nodded and did as I was told. I felt like Sex Boy was splitting my ass open, but I loved it so much I didn’t want him to stop.

Suddenly I thought of the Kap Eps, and how Ryan and Marcos had fucked. I remembered how exotic it had seemed: at the time, I couldn’t have imagined getting it up the ass, much less liking it, much less doing it in front of somebody else. But I also remembered how Ryan seemed to be into it, and Marcos did too. Now I knew the feeling.

Watcher Boy undid his fly and pulled out his cock. He played with his balls for a while, but he never actually stroked his shaft. He was clearly in no hurry to get off.

I tried to give him the best view I could. I angled my body so that he could see Sex Boy’s dick in my ass. Then I switched positions a little, and I showed off my cock and balls as they bounced around underneath me. Sex Boy must’ve noticed what I was doing, because he made a point of gyrating his ass.

“Oh yeah,” Watcher Boy said as he eyed his boyfriend’s body. “That’s such a hot ass.” Then he leaned in to me. “Do you want to fuck that?”

I wasn’t sure which answer he wanted, so I just told him the truth. “Yeah,” I said between thrusts. “I do.”

“Then get up,” he said.

Sex Boy pulled out of me, laid down on his back, and spread his legs. I lubed him up and put on my dicksock. Then, without further ado, I made my way inside him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Watcher Boy was saying.

Sex Boy’s hair was so long that it practically covered my pillow. But there was nothing feminine about him; his thick beard and hard cock were about as manly as it gets. I thrust into him as hard as I could, then started setting a rhythm. He responded in kind, as he timed his hips to meet mine.

I pulled out further than I usually would, mainly for Watcher Boy’s benefit. Then I rammed back in, and Sex Boy gasped with pleasure. He pulled me toward him and started making out with me.

“Oh that’s hot,” Watcher Boy said.

I kept kissing Sex Boy as I fucked him. I was starting to dig his beard against my lips, and I could feel his ballsack rubbing against me.

Eventually Watcher Boy started stroking his cock. “So,” he said to me, “do you want to suck me off?”

I licked my lips. “Hell yes,” I said.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” I said. “Just get over here.”

Watcher Boy came over to the bed, and he kneeled over his boyfriend. I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking away. It was surprisingly hard to concentrate on two guys at once, but I gradually got the hang of it. I kept slurping and gasping as Watcher Boy face-fucked me.

I don’t know how long we kept going, but eventually Watcher Boy’s groans got louder. “Oh shit,” he said, “I’m fucking close.”

I didn’t say a word. I dove further down on him, and I grabbed his ass so he couldn’t pull away. I could feel myself getting close too, so I tried to time it as best I could.

“Oh shiiiiiiit,” he said, as I felt my own muscles tense up. Finally Watcher Boy unloaded in my throat, just as I unloaded in his man.

Sex Boy seemed to love it. I realized the roles had practically reversed; now he was the one watching his boyfriend get off, instead of the other way around. But Sex Boy only lasted a few seconds himself. The next thing I knew, he was blasting cum all over himself.

“There you go,” Watcher Boy said. “That’s what I’m talking about.” He leaned down and licked up the jizz. Then he kissed his freshly-fucked boyfriend, and I saw him give him a taste of his own cum.

By that point, I was pretty much spent. As soon as the other boys left, I just plopped down in bed. It was the first time I’d done it three times in one night, let alone with three different sets of people. My whole body felt tired, but it was a good kind of tired, with practically all my muscles loosened up.

I slept in the next morning, but when I did get up, everything seemed surprisingly normal. It was raining outside, which made me want to stay in bed that much more. But I got up, made the same coffee I always did, and I grabbed my dad’s paper off the porch. Then I ate my breakfast like it was any other day. The only difference was that I was home alone— and it would be my last real day of freedom till I went back to school.

I took a hot bath, then spent a few hours watching TV. I was just channel-surfing at first, but then I stumbled across Brokeback Mountain. I’d never seen that movie before, and apparently I’d already missed the beginning, but I did catch some scenes of Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal fooling around in the forest. It was obvious why the movie had been such a big hit, because any red-blooded gay guy would’ve been into that shit. Eventually though, the movie got sad, especially at the end. I couldn’t get over how these guys had loved each other for so many years, through marriages, divorces, raising their kids to adulthood, and everything else. I found myself hoping that would happen to me, albeit without all that sad stuff.

When I got back online, I tried to lure in a few more guys, but I kept striking out. A few of them weren’t interested, and some flat-out flaked on me. It took me a while to find a decent option: a rugged-looking guy with unkempt hair and few days’ worth of stubble. He was definitely hot, so I invited him over, laid back, and let him have his way with me. He did get me off, but that was as far as it went.

I was tempted to make a trip to Boystown, but I didn’t feel like going that far in that weather. As luck would have it, I found out Flynn was doing cam shows on Chaturbate. I’d never tried camming before— or any kind of cybersex— so I figured I’d give it a shot.

When I logged on, Flynn’s show was already in progress. He was sitting on a bed, butt naked, with a Dildo in his hands. On the right side of the page, a chat window kept showing messages about tips. I didn’t know what that meant, but I liked what I was seeing, so I went with it.

Flynn sat back and played with his boyhole. Then he picked up his Dildo waved it around, then looked into the camera. “I’m going to see Vince tonight,” he said, “so I need to loosen myself up.”

As soon as he said it, the chat window sprang to life:

bottomsup: i can loosen u up
hairyandhorny: ur so hot
mrsmith1985: I want that ass
iwag321: Is that the dildo I think it is?

“Yeah,” Flynn said, apparently responding to the last comment. “It’s modeled from my cock.” He held it down to his crotch so we could see his dick and his Dildo side-by-side. Sure enough, they looked practically identical.

I reached down and started playing with myself. I watched as Flynn reached to the side, poured some lube on his hands, and rubbed it on his pucker.

The chat window stirred again, this time with more crap about tips. Now I got what was happening: people were giving him money to put on his show. It was the online equivalent of throwing cash at a stripper. The bottom of the page even listed sex acts with the prices for each.

Flynn pushed the Dildo up his ass. I loved watching it disappear into his body. The Dildo slid right up to the hilt, and Flynn arched his back. Then he fucked himself with one hand while he stroked himself with the other.

I thought of the last time I’d jacked off to this guy. But that reminded me of school again, and of Chad in particular. I shook my head and tried to think of something else.

I clicked on the chat window and typed a note: How does it feel to be fucked by your own cock?

Flynn smiled as he apparently read my message. “It’s fucking hot,” he said, “and if you’d been fucked by my cock, you’d know.”

I felt myself getting harder as he said it. I loved how interactive this was. I could see how many others were watching him— 322 at that moment— and I couldn’t help wondering what all of them were doing.

Flynn kept jacking off for a while, but he just wouldn’t cum. Part of me couldn’t blame him, since he was racking up good tips, so I figured he’d go as long as he could. But I didn’t have all day.

I decided to act out one of my fantasies instead. I wanted to try a totally anonymous encounter, even more so than the ones I’d already had. I wanted it to be almost like a glory-hole hookup, the kind of stuff I’d only read about online. It needed to be pure sex with no foreplay, no talking, and no kidding around.

I posted a note online with directions to my house; it said the door was unlocked, and it said to come to my room. Then I lubed myself up and put out a bunch of condoms. Finally I got down on all fours with my face to the wall, and I waited.

At first, the only noise I heard was the rain on the windows. Then I heard some cars driving by, and I half-expected one of them to stop. My nerves were tingling again, and they just wouldn’t calm down. I wasn’t sure what kind of guy would respond to my invite, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out. I just crouched on my bed, naked and trembling, while thunder rolled in the distance.

I was on the verge of chickening out when I heard someone pull up outside. His brakes let off a little screech, a car door slammed, and I heard him trudge up the sidewalk.

The door creaked open as the man came inside. I couldn’t see anything, since my face was to the wall, but I could tell he was getting closer. I heard him step in my room, undo his pants, and fumble around.

A few seconds later, I felt his dick slam into me, right along with a well-timed thunderclap. It felt like an out-of-body experience, almost like a dream. I’d never had sex in a storm, much less anonymously, and I was surprised at what a turn-on it could be. I had no idea who was fucking me— or even what he looked like— which freaked me out at the same time it turned me on.

A flash of lightning lit up the room, followed by another round of thunder. The dude just kept pounding away at me. We probably made plenty of noise, but I for one couldn’t hear it, thanks to the racket coming from outside. Tree branches kept slashing back and forth, and the whole house shuddered as more gusts of wind hit it.

Neither I nor the other guy said a word. We just let our animal urges take over. I kept impaling my ass on his cock, and he pumped as deep inside me as he could.

I felt like I was on fire, at least around my hole. I realized I hadn’t used enough lube, but at that point there wasn’t much I could do. I wanted to make him cum uncontrollably, so I clamped my sphincter down on his cock, friction be damned, and I braced myself for what would come next.

The other guy’s thrusts got faster and faster. I heard his voice for the first time— although most of it was a bellow— till finally I felt him get off. The lightning and thunder seemed to reverberate through my head, and I savored every twitch of his body inside me.

He paused for a moment, apparently to catch his breath. Then he pulled out of me, threw his clothes back on, and disappeared. I never did see his face.

I hadn’t cum with him, so I had to finish myself off. My ass was so sore that I could practically still feel him inside me. It still felt good though, in a rough kind of way, because the pain and pleasure had blended together. The storm was still raging, so when I finally did bust, it was as intense as I’d expected— in more ways than one.

I was still sore when my sister got home. I’d made sure to hide the evidence of what had just happened, but my nerves were as jittery as they’d ever been. I was still afraid of being found out, and I worried I was walking funny or something.

My anxiety kept growing, knowing fall semester was right around the corner. I was looking forward to being on my own again, but I didn’t know what to think about Chad. Since he’d been avoiding me, I figured I should avoid him too. But I was sure I’d run into him sooner or later— after all, we were still both Kap Eps— and I could only guess at how awkward it would be.

I was a mess when my parents got back. My mom was already acting weepy, knowing I was about to leave, which didn’t help things. She kept asking probing questions about how I was feeling, and what I was going to do after I left, and blah blah blah blah. She went right for every single topic I wanted to avoid, so I flat-out clammed up.

When we finally headed for the airport, I spent the whole drive steering the conversation away from anything meaningful. I argued with my dad about which route to take, and how to avoid traffic; and I talked to my mom about the movies we’d seen. It was basically glorified small talk, but it was all I could handle.

The next thing I knew, I was back on campus, where I assumed Chad was too. I did everything I could to avoid running into him: I stayed away from the frat house, and I was even tempted to skip our first party of the fall.

It didn’t last as long as I’d hoped. I was coming back from the bookstore when I suddenly heard his voice. “Hey Scott!” he yelled.

Oh shit, I thought. My heart started pounding, and my stomach twisted into knots. I just pretended I hadn’t heard anything.

Chad came rushing up to me. “Dude—”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said.

“Look, I’m sorry I acted so weird—”

“Yeah, well—”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

I rolled my eyes and kept walking. Chad seemed to disappear behind me.

“I came out to my family,” he finally said. “And you’re the one who made me want to do it.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. It took a few moments for those words to sink in. Finally I turned and looked back at Chad. I stammered at first, till eventually I managed to clear my throat. “What?” was all I could say.



To be continued....

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 7


Chad seemed totally different from the guy I’d known before. He’d always been the frat boy brimming with confidence, if not downright cockiness; or at least that was how I’d always seen him. Now he was stumbling over his words, with a scared-shitless look on his face. I didn’t know if I’d ever seen a grown man so vulnerable.

He didn’t want to talk in public, so we walked to his car, which was parked around the corner. We just sat there for a minute, with me in the passenger seat and him in the driver’s, while he tried to figure out where to start.

“Y-you’ve got to understand,” he said, “my dad is not a guy to fuck with. I-I mean, he used to be a Navy SEAL and everything, and he lost his shit when they got rid of ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’. His exact words were, it would cripple the country and pansy it up.”

“Shit—”

“I mean, I tried to act normal when I got there. I thought if I just got away from you and went back to my old life, I could stop thinking about you, and I could go back to the way things were... but I couldn’t.”

It took a second for his words to sink in. Before I could say anything, Chad cleared his throat.

“My dad could totally tell something was up. I mean, I could see it in his eyes. He just didn’t know what it was, and I was scared if he found out he’d beat the shit out of me. I-I didn’t know what to do, I felt like I was gonna throw up basically all day every day... so all I can say is, thank God for Ryan and Marcos.”

“Ryan and Marcos?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “They were the first ones I came out to... I figured they’d know what to do.”

I couldn’t argue with his logic. Part of me wished he hadn’t told them, considering they were our frat brothers. But I wasn’t going to argue; after all, they were gay too. “How much did you tell them? I-I mean, about us—”

“I didn’t tell them that part,” he said. “I just said I thought I liked guys. I mean, I don’t know if they saw through it or what. Fuck, I barely even remember half of what I said. I was freaking out— I just couldn’t—”

“Hey, I get it,” I said.

Chad turned the ignition and started driving down the street. I didn’t know where he was going, but I wasn’t about to ask. “Anyway,” he said, “Marcos said I should work my way up to it: tell my brother first, then my mom, then my dad. I-I mean my brother’s just sixteen, he’s got friends in school who are gay, or have two moms or two dads or whatever. So out of anyone in my family... at least he seemed like he wouldn’t shit his pants.”

My mind was swimming, so I just stared at the trees going past.

“It didn’t exactly go how I expected,” he said. “I-I kept wanting to tell him, and I tried to force myself and everything, but I kept chickening out... till one night, Patrick was playing Mortal Kombat. He was beating the shit out of somebody, yelling at the screen, and he called him a faggot. And that’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I made him stop, and I asked him: what would you say if I was into a guy?”

I wanted to ask him about that last sentence. But Chad kept on talking.

“He just made some crack about all the great pussy that’s out there. It wasn’t till I told him I wasn’t kidding, and I asked him not to say anything... that was when he got really quiet. I-I mean, I guess that’s just Patrick, but it didn’t really help.”

“Shit,” was all I could say.

“I almost gave up on telling my mom... till one day, she started in on her twenty questions about the girls I’d met in school. I didn’t know what to tell her, a-and I didn’t have time to come up with a good story, so fuck it— I told her the truth. At least the shorter G-rated version.” Chad sighed. “She said it was just a phase. That, and I could get AIDS.”

My stomach was starting to twist into knots. I was all too aware that I’d never come out to anyone, except of course to the guys I’d slept with. I couldn’t imagine going through that hell.

“You know what the worst part was?” he asked. “It was when she asked me: ‘do you know what your father would say?’ As if I hadn’t been stressing about it the whole fucking time—”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“I mean, shit!” he said. “I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I just— fuck, I got out of there as fast as I could. So I went and crashed with Marcos for a while.”

I was starting to put two and two together. If Chad had been staying with Marcos, then that would explain the picture I’d seen on Facebook. And if Chad was that self-conscious, then it seemed to explain why the picture got deleted.

“I mean, the cool thing was seeing Marcos’s family, and how they acted around him. They were all super-Catholic, and some of them were cooler with him being gay than others... but at the end of the day, they all loved him. And that was all there was to it.”

I looked over at Chad. My guilt was gnawing at me. I kept thinking of how I’d spent that summer slutting it up.

“Anyway... by the time I got back home... I thought I could finally do it. But he wouldn’t talk to me. Apparently my mom had already told him.”

I blinked. I couldn’t imagine my dad finding out secondhand.

“I tried to tell myself it was normal,” he said. “Not talking to me, I mean. See, he’s always been busy with work. When he was in the Navy, he was always gone for long stretches, a-and even now he’s with a defense contractor, which isn’t all that different... but then I found out he was talking to Patrick. And my mom. I was the only one he was avoiding.”

Chad pulled over into a parking lot. We were at the edge of town, next to a nature preserve. It seemed like a good spot for the privacy we needed.

“I thought he was gonna disown me,” he said. “I-I mean, I was worried he wouldn’t pay for school or whatever, and I’d never get to come back, and I’d never see you again. But I didn’t want to push the guy either, and inflame the whole thing. So fuck, I didn’t know what to do.”

I could’t take my eyes off Chad. His eyes were a lot more watery than I’d expected. He didn’t have tears running down his cheeks, but he wasn’t far off.

“It wasn’t till two days ago, my last day at home, when he finally reared his head. He said my mom had told him about the shenanigans I was in— that was his word— so I’d better not get myself in trouble. I don’t know what the fuck that was supposed to mean, I-I guess it could’ve been worse, but still, what does he call trouble?”

“I dunno,” I said. “I mean, maybe he doesn’t know what to say—”

“Fuck if I know,” he said. “Point is, I guess it’s official now... with my family knowing and shit. And... well, I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for you.”

I didn’t know how I felt about that last part. “You didn’t need to do that,” I said, “at least not for me.”

“Scott, don’t you get it? I didn’t have a choice. It’s not like I told them about you, at least not in detail. I just— I had something in me I couldn’t control. I wish to God I could’ve hidden it, because God knows I would.”

I stared out at the wilderness around us. “Well,” I said, “I-I guess... well, I don’t think I can control this shit either.”

Chad’s eyebrows went up. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” I said. “I should tell you a secret of my own. When I rushed the Kap Eps last spring... I did it because of you.”

“What?”

“I mean, I’d seen you around Shaw,” I said. “I guess I was into you too.” As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn’t, because I thought I’d been too forward. I was on pins and needles waiting for him to respond.

“Humph,” he said, “those showers were a joke. When I found out I had to use them... the only upside was hoping some guy would pick me up.”

I didn’t know what I’d expected, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Wait a minute,” I said. “So all that shit you did in the shower— all that showing off and whatnot— are you saying that was on purpose?”

He shrugged. “Well yeah,” he said.

“It’s just— I mean, when I saw you in there, I never would’ve thought—”

“That’s why I rushed the Kap Eps too.”

I frowned. “What?”

“I’d heard about that hazing ritual,” he said. “Or initiation, or whatever we’re technically supposed to call it... and I wanted in on it.”

“Wait a minute,” I said. “You mean that circle jerk—”

“Ryan and Marcos had heard about it too,” he said. “They told me later it was the whole reason they came. Of course, they didn’t expect to have to fuck in front of us, but still....”

“Holy shit,” I said. I was starting to see the past eight months in a totally new light.

“I just didn’t expect what that shit would turn into.”

I sighed. I wanted to say I knew how he felt, but at that point, I wasn’t sure I really knew much of anything.

Chad looked into my eyes. “You know how much I missed you?”

“Don’t say that,” I said.

“It’s true—”

“Well, I missed you too. And it really fucked with me, okay? The way you freaked out on me that night—”

“Listen—”

“—and then you wouldn’t talk to me,” I said. “I-I mean, it’s not like it was for my lack of trying. You wouldn’t call me back, or message me, or anything. It was like you dropped off the face of the earth.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t tell you— well, it’s like I said, I didn’t know what to do... I knew I was into you, like a lot, and it scared the shit out of me. I never felt that before.”

I mulled over his words. “What do you mean, you never felt that before?”

“Well... it’s true. None of the girls I’d been with made me feel the way you do.”

“Fuck, Chad,” I said. “I mean, for God’s sake, man, how did you think I felt? I-I mean I wanted to come see you, or at least talk to you or something—”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I mean it. I fucked up. I just... well, if you can just give me a second chance....”

I sighed. “I dunno,” I said. “I mean, fuck if I know what to do.”

Chad looked like I’d just punched him in the face. “Are you saying—”

“I don’t know what I’m saying.” I looked around to make sure there was no one around us. “Let’s just... well, let’s take this one step at a time.” And I moved in to kiss him.

Our lips and tongues came together like keys sliding into a lock. I could practically feel the tumblers turning inside me. I’d never wanted to be with anyone so much, but I’d also never felt so conflicted.

Chad’s body pressed against mine, and we tried to ignore the center console between us. I could see his dick straining through his pants; he would’ve been standing at attention if his jeans had allowed it.

I wanted to fuck him right there, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It wasn’t just the setting; we could’ve done it in the car, or we could’ve done it in the forest outside. But for the first time in months, I forced myself to keep my dick in my pants.

Finally Chad broke away from me. “Fuck,” he said. “I’ve been wanting that more than I should.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

Chad ran his hand through his hair. “I dunno,” I said. “I just... I’m not supposed to be into you. We were supposed to just be fuck buddies, remember?”

“According to you,” I said. “I mean... all this shit’s just between us. Nobody else needs to know.”

Chad seemed to blink away a tear, but then he clenched his jaw. “Yeah,” he said. “You know, w-well I won’t tell anybody if you won’t.”

“I wasn’t planning on it anyway,” I said. “I mean yeah, I promise.” Then I forced a smile. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. Then he took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine.”

We knew we had to get back to campus, but we took our damn time. I savored every minute I could spend alone with Chad. I liked the privacy of hanging out in his car; I didn’t want to be around other people, especially since that would mean having to act normal.

At one point we stopped to grab a bite to eat, but it felt awkward having to restrain ourselves. Then again, I thought, it might make for good practice for the semester to come. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to hide our secret from our frat brothers, so we’d need to be extra-careful around them.

I definitely didn’t want to leave him that night. I knew I’d eventually have to, but I put it off for as long as I could. After lots of hemming and hawing, Chad eventually drove me to my place, and he pulled up to the curb. The sky was totally dark, and I could hear the crickets chirping in the distance.

“So,” Chad said, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I dunno,” I said. “Nothing special, I mean, since classes don’t start till Monday—”

“That’s cool,” he said. “I....” His voice trailed off, and he put his hand on my cheek. “I’m glad to finally see you again.”

“I’m glad to see you too,” I said. I debated whether to give him a good-night kiss, but then I saw a girl down the street. She didn’t look like anyone I knew, but I didn’t want to risk it.

Chad must’ve seen the girl too, because his demeanor instantly changed. “Cool,” he finally said.

Without further ado, I got out and closed the car door behind me. I walked up the front steps, then turned and looked back at him. Chad waved at me, then drove off. I took a deep breath and finally went inside.

I could barely wrap my mind around what had just happened. I had no idea how I felt about it, and I could hardly imagine what might happen from here.

Barely five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a text. Night dude, Chad wrote. See you in the morning.

I suddenly felt butterflies in my chest. Technically we hadn’t talked about meeting again, but I wasn’t about to argue. You too man, I wrote. I put my phone in the charger, but after a minute, I decided to write: I’m thinking of you.

Chad seemed to hesitate. The little thought-bubble icon appeared on my phone, but then it vanished; then it reappeared again. Thinking of you too, he finally wrote. Miss you already. Then he added an emoji.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I plopped into bed, yanked my pants down, and started jacking off. I kept thinking of Chad while I did it. I imagined he was going at it too, preferably thinking of me, just a few blocks away. I kept fantasizing about his hard cock, and how his fist must be pounding away.

I was craving something up my ass, but I didn’t have any toys, so I did the next-best thing: I reached down with my spare hand, and I started fingering my hole.

My balls started tingling almost immediately. I imagined Chad really fucking me, with his body pumping back and forth, with his hair slashing against his head, and his hard cock sliding in and out of my cunt. I could practically hear his dirty talk, which was music to my ears.

It didn’t take long before I got off. I let out a loud scream— after all, I had my whole place to myself— as my ass squeezed down hard around my fingers. All my pent-up tension and anxiety came to a head, and my cum came gushing out of me. I fell back against my pillow, gave myself a few last strokes, and finally took a deep breath.

I pulled my fingers out of my ass, then halfheartedly wiped the cum from my body. Then I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, because I couldn’t wait for morning.

I spent the next few hours dreaming of Chad. I didn’t remember details; I just remember a blur of skin, dick, and ass. Like all my other sex dreams, it was totally frustrating. I kept trying to bang him, but I kept getting cock-blocked.

My phone buzzed around six a.m. I jumped out of bed, yanked the phone out of the charger, and forced my eyes to focus. Under normal circumstances, it would’ve been too early for me. But at that moment, I felt anything but normal.

Morning dude, Chad had texted. I’m going to grab coffee at Main St. Mocha. Wanna come?

I couldn’t say yes fast enough. Main Street Mocha was just around the corner. Be there in 10 minutes, I wrote. I shaved as fast as I could, jumped in the shower, and threw on some clothes. Then I showed up just as I’d promised.

Chad was already there, and he’d already ordered me a coffee. He’d gotten it just the way I liked it— dark roast with cream but no sugar— which threw me for a loop.

“You’re not hard to figure out,” he said, “at least when it comes to this shit. That’s how you ordered your coffee during Rush Week. You think I wouldn’t remember?”

I frowned. I didn’t remember ever having ordered coffee around him. Then again, I’d had practically the same coffee every morning for years. Part of me was weirded out that he’d noticed, but another part thought it was sweet. I couldn’t deny that Chad had ordered what I wanted; so all in all, I couldn’t complain. “Thanks,” was all I could say.

“Anyway, sorry if I got weird on you last night,” he said. “I really didn’t mean to.”

My heart sank a little. I’d been hanging on Chad’s every word, and I didn’t want to think he didn’t mean it. “No,” I said, “I never thought you were weird.”

Chad’s eyebrows went up. “You didn’t?” he asked. “I mean, I figured it’d be fun to hang out— w-well, assuming you’ve got time— before all the craziness starts.”

I tried to gauge the tone in his voice. Chad still sounded nervous, and he almost made it sound like this was a date. “You know,” I said, “I don’t even know what your major is. We never really talked about it—”

“Poli sci,” he said.

“That’s cool,” I said. “Me, I’m pre-law... but I’m not sure I’m into it.”

Chad nodded. He’d apparently ordered a latte for himself, and he kept sipping it as we headed outside. “Welcome to the club,” he said. “I don’t exactly love poli sci either. I was supposed to go to school on a basketball scholarship, but it didn’t work out. So here I am, trying to figure out what to do... in more ways than one.”

“I never knew that,” I said.

“Well shit—”

“There’s a hell of a lot I don’t know about you,” I said.

“What do you want to know?” he asked. “I told you about my family—”

“Just barely,” I said. “I’d never heard of them till last night.”

“Dude,” he said, “it’s complicated.”

“What’s so complicated?”

“You know I wasn’t even born in this country?” he asked. “I was born on Okinawa. It was classic Navy brat shit. I mean, I guess it’s cool I got to see the world... certain parts of it, anyway. But I couldn’t keep friends for very long, so I never really felt like I belonged anywhere. At least till my dad retired from the service, which was when I was in high school.” He sighed. “The only people I could rely on, the ones who were always there, were my family... and now, well, who the hell knows anymore, though I guess we’ll find out.”

I took a huge gulp of coffee. “Well,” I finally said, “I don’t know how I’m gonna tell my family either.”

“Are they super-conservative too?”

“I dunno,” I said, “I mean, not like yours. My dad’s an attorney, and my mom’s a realtor. A-and then there’s my sister; she’s going to Dartmouth. I mean, they’re basically whitebread. Their idea of drama is dealing with their homeowners’ association. If they knew about this shit....”

“You don’t think they’ve figured it out?”

“I... well, I don’t think so, but hell if I know. If anybody’s on to me, it’d probably be my sister.”

“How so?”

“She’s like a fucking interrogator,” I said, “and she’s always been like that. She’s never forgiven me for breaking up with my ex.” As soon as I said it, I felt a pang of regret, but it was too late.

Chad pursed his lips, as if he had a sour taste in his mouth. “Your ex, huh?”

“W-well, I mean, I haven’t talked to her in forever. I made sure to avoid her—”

“Tell me about her.”

I paused. “What?”

“Well, it’s like you said... there’s a lot I don’t know about you either.”

I took a deep breath. I didn’t really want to talk about girls, but if we were going to figure this shit out, I knew we’d need to broach the subject sooner or later. “Well, her name was Erica,” I said. “I dated her from sophomore to senior year, and she was the one I lost my virginity to... my straight virginity at least.”

Chad kept a poker face. “So what happened?”

“Well, we were supposed to go to college together,” I said, “but then her parents ran into money trouble, so I came by myself.”

“Wait a minute,” Chad said. “Your girl was supposed to go school here?”

“Originally yeah,” I said. “She ended up going to community college back home.”

“That sucks,” he said, “I mean, not in, you know—”

“I haven’t talked to her since,” I said, “but it sounds like she’s not doing well. Amy, my sister, tries to give me guilt trips like it’s somehow my fault.”

“Shit,” he said.

“I guess she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s just... well, she just drives me fucking crazy sometimes. Sisters will do that to you.”

Chad nodded. “I’ll take your word for it,” he said. “I don’t have a sister, but my ex....” Then his voice trailed off.

“What about her?”

“Well, our senior year, we were homecoming king and queen. Everybody pretty much assumed we’d get married.” He snorted. “Little did I know.”

I didn’t know how to respond at first. “Do you think you’re still into girls?”

Chad looked at the streets around us, then turned back to me. “I-I mean, I dunno,” he said. “I guess I still think they’re hot and all... but do I want to fuck them?” He shrugged. “Not anymore.”

“You know, I never thought I’d be into guys,” I said, “I guess till I saw my first gay porn and liked it.”

Chad licked his lips. “Yeah, I don’t know when I first thought of it,” he said.

“If you were showing off in the showers, you must’ve had an idea—”

“Yeah,” he said. “I... well, maybe it was when I caught myself checking out other guys’ butts. I mean, that was years ago, but I guess it took me a while to realize what a dead giveaway that was.” He cleared his throat. “W-when I, uh, played basketball, they always made us shower together... we used to compare our cocks and shit, a-and I probably liked it a little too much.”

“So basically like the Kap Eps,” I said.

“I guess,” he said, “except I don’t think any guys on the team were actually gay.”

“You mean besides you?”

Chad got really quiet. I suddenly worried if I’d said the wrong thing. I remembered his freak-out from spring semester. “Well,” he finally said, “I still don’t know what I am.”

I wanted to kiss him right then, but I forced myself to hold back. “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “At least not around me.” I’d never talked to a guy about my feelings, but somehow with Chad it felt right. I tried to act as casual as I could, but the truth was, I was a bundle of nerves myself.

We ended up talking for hours. Along the way, I learned a hell of a lot. I’d never known Chad’s mom was a rich girl— some sort of a banking heiress— but this explained why he’d always seemed to have money. I also learned his brother had gotten in with a bad crowd, and was getting in trouble with the law. Chad tried to act like he wasn’t bothered by it, but I could see in his eyes that he was.

I also got to know some of Chad’s quirks, like how he was into rugby, so he had a lot of strong opinions about teams I’d never heard of. He was apparently insane about Game of Thrones too, and he went on and on about how evil Cersei was. His most random tic of all was how he somehow hated eggs; I’d never heard of such a thing, but Chad acted weird when he smelled them.

I found myself opening up to Chad too. I told him stories of growing up in the burbs, and how I’d always itched to get away. Somehow we got onto the topic of music, and I told him how my mom had tried to get me into the Bangles. Then I recounted what it was like to have mono, and how I’d missed three months’ worth of school.

Eventually we ended up at my place. I knew it wasn’t much to look at, considering it was just a little studio, and I hadn’t fully unpacked. But at that point, I don’t think either of us cared.

“This is awesome,” he said. “I should’ve gotten a place like this. I thought it’d be cool in the frat house, but now I’m not so sure—”

“Well,” I said, “I did move here for a reason.”

“Why was that?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?” I asked. I pressed his body against the wall, and I started making out with him.

We stumbled to my bed and plopped down on the sheets. The next thing I knew, we were stripping off each other’s clothes.

Both of us were as hard as a rock. I had almost forgotten how much I loved Chad’s body. He still had the ripped chest and breathtaking package I’d first laid eyes on months before.

Chad ran his hands along my skin. “My God,” he said. “Do you know how many times I jacked off thinking of this?”

Those words sent my hormones raging. “Say what?”

“Well yeah,” he said. “It gave me something to look forward to.”

I could barely believe what I was hearing. I fumbled for my lube, and I reached for a condom, but Chad grabbed my hand.

“No condom,” he said. “I need to feel you inside me. With nothing in the way.”

“I get it,” I said, “but to be safe—”

“I haven’t been with anybody else,” he said. “Have you?”

A new wave of guilt came over me. I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t want to tell him the truth, but I also didn’t want to lie.

“Okay,” Chad said, “I-I mean I get it. I guess I can’t really complain, it’s just—”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know what I know now.”

“It’s fine,” he said, although I couldn’t tell if he meant it. He took a deep breath, then looked into my eyes. “I don’t want to know too much, so just tell me... were you safe?”

“Well yeah,” I said. “I never barebacked with anybody else.”

Chad forced a laugh. “So I’m the lucky one?” he asked.

“Dude,” I said, “it’s always been different with you. That’s what I was trying to tell you when we got in that fight. And if that hadn’t happened, I never would’ve done anything with anybody else. Even when I did... I mean, I was just getting off. It never made me feel the way I do now.”

“Fuck, Scott.” Chad swallowed hard. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“Regret what?”

“All this shit,” he said. “You know how much I’ve got to lose here... but somehow, every time I see you, it makes me feel like it’s worth it.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I basically felt the same way, although I didn’t want to admit it.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is... I trust you. So if you tell me you were safe, and if you tell me you’re not seeing anybody else, I’ll believe it. I just don’t want to get burned... because I can’t afford that right now.”

I choked down a lump in my throat. “Okay,” I said.

Chad pulled me closer. “So now that we’ve got that out of the way,” he said, “you can fuck me without a condom.”

“Well, when you put it that way—”

“And since we fought last time,” he said, “does that make this our make-up sex?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be the best kind?”

I shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out.”

And we did.

I could tell Chad hadn’t bottomed in a while. His ass had gotten so tight that he could barely take me in. He was obviously in pain, so I tried to pull out, but he wouldn’t let me. “I need this so bad,” he said as he tried to control his sphincter. Then, once his body started to relax, he pulled me deeper inside him.

I’d gotten so used to condoms that barebacking felt like a whole new sensation. I loved the feeling of Chad’s flesh against mine. It was like both of our bodies were united; I could hardly tell where his ended and mine began. We kept making out while we both groaned with pleasure.

“Oh yeah,” he said between kisses, “you’re so fucking hot....”

“So are you,” I said.

“I love that dick in my ass,” he said, “it’s the best fucking dick….”

“Just take it. You know you want it—”

“Oh yeah,” he said, then he threw his head back. “I can’t believe you feel so good....”

“You do too,” I said as I pumped further into him.

I went to touch his cock, but he pushed my hand away. “No,” he said, “fuck me harder.”

I rammed into him, and I felt my dick hit his prostate. Chad’s jaw dropped open. His arms were wrapped around me, and I could feel his fingers digging into my back. I started fucking him as hard and fast as my body would let me.

“Oh God baby,” he said, “I’m so close, don’t stop... oh please....”

I knew I wouldn’t last long myself. My whole body felt euphoric, and I could tell Chad’s did too.

“Aaaaah!” he suddenly screamed as a rope of cum shot out of him. He never touched himself, but his cum kept spurting. I could feel his hole convulsing around my dick.

“Oh shit,” I grunted as I felt myself go over the edge. Chad looked right into my eyes as I blew my load inside him. It was a full-body experience; my heart was pounding, and my fingers were tingling. Then my legs started shaking, and I collapsed on top of him. “Fuck yeah,” was all I could say.

Chad kissed my forehead. My dick was still inside him, and his cum was smeared between us, but I didn’t care.

“You called me baby,” I finally said. “That’s a first.”

“Did I?” he asked. “I don’t even remember.” He ran his arms across my back. “Fuck, I needed that.”

We just laid there for a minute. I snuggled against his face, and I kissed him on the cheek. Our limbs were tangled together, but it felt totally comfortable, and both of us were still hard. “You know, if you want to clean up—”

“No,” he said. “I waited so long to get your cum in me... I want this feeling to last.”

I looked into his eyes. He had a faraway look on his face, almost like he was dreaming. “What is it?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve got something on your mind,” I said, “I can tell.”

“It’s just....” Then his voice trailed off. “I’ve been thinking about this so much.”

I could feel my mouth starting to water. “How much?”

“Well....” He swallowed. “Maybe four or five times a day?”

“Shit,” I said, “you’ve been jacking off that much?”

“Not necessarily,” he said. “Depending on what I was up to... sometimes all I could do was fantasize about it.”

“Dude,” I said, “that’s fucking hot.”

“Believe me, I know,” he said, “but I could never tell anyone.”

“You could always tell me,” I said.

“I guess I can now, it’s just... well you know, at the time....” Chad slid his hands down my body, and he started massaging my ass. “Well, now that we’re here, I don’t want it to end.” And he toyed with my hole.

“Are you saying you want to keep going?”

“Well, you said it, not me....”

I liked the sound of that, so I gave him a deep kiss. I circled my tongue around his, and I made sure to take his spit in my mouth.

Eventually I pulled out of him and stuck my ass in the air. Chad took up his position behind me, and he licked each of my cheeks. Then he moved into my crack, and he swished his tongue around my hole. A tingling sensation shot through me; I remembered how much Chad liked butt play, and how good he was at it. “Your ass is so hot,” he said between licks.

“Then keep doing that,” was all I could say.

As much as Chad seemed to love my ass, I loved what he did with it even more. The man was fucking talented, no two ways about it. I relished the way his lips kept toying with my hole. I probably could’ve gotten off right then, if I hadn’t already done it a few minutes before. In a way, the fact that we were spent was a blessing. Neither of us were in any real hurry, so we could relax and enjoy the ride.

After a few more minutes, Chad came up for air. I took the opportunity to put my hand on his cock. I played with it for a minute, and I watched Chad’s face as he reacted. Then I pulled his dick toward me, guided it into my mouth, and unceremoniously started sucking away.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I could still taste some of his cum, but it was really just icing on the cake. The part I loved most was the taste and texture of his meat. I devoured him as if I’d been starving.

“Yeah baby,” he said. “Keep doing that... it feels so hot....”

I reached behind him and played with his ass. His mancunt was still smeared with lube, and I was tempted to stick my finger inside, but I resisted the urge. Instead, I ran my fingers down his taint, and I started playing with his balls.

I blew him for another few minutes, then finally let him fuck me. I was still crouched on all fours, and I shuddered with anticipation as he lubed me up. He ran his cock up and down my crack, which practically drove me wild. Then he pressed against my ring, and I felt his tip pop inside me.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “just like that, baby....”

He slid in another inch or so. “You want more of that dick?”

“Oh come on—”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Get it in deeper—”

“You sure you’re ready for it?”

“I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” I said, “good and hard.”

Chad went the rest of the way in, till I felt his pubes on my cheeks. “Oh yeah,” he said. “God, I missed this....”

“Me too.”

Chad started pumping into me, but he took it nice and slow. We both seemed to be savoring the sensation. “Your hole feels so good,” he said. “Fuck, I love this ass.”

I arched my back, and Chad leaned down and kissed my shoulders. I tried to reciprocate, but in that position I couldn’t. The one thing I could do was work my ass. I gyrated my hips, and I tightened my sphincter as hard as I could. I remembered how much he liked that, and he reacted exactly how I expected. He let out a loud groan, and he thrust his dick even harder inside me.

We kept doing it like that for a while, till Chad whispered in my ear: “I want to look in your eyes when I’m fucking you.”

As soon as he said those words, I felt myself getting harder, though I hadn’t thought that was possible. “Oh yeah,” was all I could say.

Chad pulled out of me, and I turned on my back. I spread my legs nice and wide, and he leaned over me. Then he teased me again: he ran his dick along my taint, but he wouldn’t slide it inside me.

“Fuck,” I said, “you shouldn’t do that....”

“Why not?” he asked. “Are you saying you don’t like it?”

“I want you so bad....”

Chad kissed me again. This time was longer and harder than before. When he finally broke it off, he looked right in my eyes, and he licked his lips. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Just get your cock in me,” I said. I knew he was trying to drive me crazy, and it was working. At the same time, I knew I couldn’t complain; after all, I’d done the same thing to him.

He reached down and toyed with my package. Then he slid his hand down to my half-fucked hole. “Are you sure about that?”

I let out a little scream. “Stop fucking teasing me!” I yelled. “Get inside me. Now!”

Chad seemed to love it. He flashed a toothy grin, then ran his hands up my legs. At that moment, he was in total control— which seemed to be just the way he wanted it.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

He suddenly thrust forward, and his dick slammed deep inside me. I let out another scream, although it felt so good that I couldn’t complain. Then Chad leaned down and kissed me again.

I was pretty much ecstatic by then. I loved making out with Chad while he fucked me. I savored the taste of his lips, and I ran my tongue around his. I was so focused on his body that it seemed like nothing else mattered.

Eventually Chad broke off the kiss. He made his way to my Adam’s apple, and he continued down my neck. The next thing I knew, Chad was sucking on my skin. It felt incredibly erotic— way more than I’d expected— so I kept moaning in response. I could totally feel the blood rushing into my neck, not to mention my cock.

“Oh shit,” I said. “Oh shit!”

Chad’s body was starting to tense up. After a minute, he finished sucking on me, and he threw his head back. “I’m getting close,” he said.

I marveled at the beautiful muscles above me. “Cum in me,” I said. “Just fucking do it.”

“Oh baby....”

“Yeah,” I said. “I want to feel your hot cum in my ass.”

He pistoned for another few seconds. Then I felt his dick expand inside me, and he let out a roar.

Chad’s eruption was just what I’d hoped for. I watched his face as he came, and I sensed his warmth flowing through me. I was close myself, so I reached down, jerked myself off, and shot on my chest.

Suddenly we heard a bunch of loud thumps. Apparently my neighbor was banging on the wall. Chad and I both froze for a second, but then we found ourselves cracking up with laughter. I didn’t realize how loud we’d been, and I was kind of embarrassed, but I also felt like it was really fucking hot.

Chad pulled out of me, then plopped down on the bed. “Oh shit,” he said as he put his fingers on my neck. “You’ve got a hickey.”

I tried to see the hickey for myself, but I couldn’t. “How big is it?”

“Well,” he said, “I wouldn’t wear a wife beater anytime soon. At least not in public. But a polo or something will hide it.” He licked his lips. “Sorry.”

“When did you hear me complain?”

“I’m just saying.” Then Chad kissed me again, and he snuggled up beside me. A few ropes of cum were still smeared between us, but at that point, I don’t think either of us cared.

We just laid there for a while, holding each other, and we hardly said a word. It felt like the perfect end to the day. I couldn’t imagine anything more intimate than the fact that each of us held the other’s load up our butts. I snuggled up against Chad’s body, and I breathed in the smell of his skin; but beyond that, I didn’t want to move.

Then, slowly but surely, we both drifted off to sleep.



To be continued....

 

[bigcannon]

Another beautiful chapter, Briacon. Great writing. Interesting how Scott wanted Chad in the worst way, but was playing it safe. It seems obvious both boys are in love with each other but haven't come to grips with it just yet. Chad had a summer of guilt and how to explain his feelings to his family, and then not communicating with Scott at all, as if he was embarrassed to reach out to him. Scott, feeling jilted, went on rampage of every form imaginable of gay sex trying to find some sort of meaning or satisfaction. Now they've found each other again, still a little on shaky ground, but coming back together rather quickly, realizing they have deep feelings for one another, but having some trouble expressing themselves. Interesting approach. Very interesting. Looking forward to the next steps. Keep going. I'm anxious to see where this goes. Thank you for writing such an interesting story. BC

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 8


That Monday morning, for the first time in my life, I woke up in the arms of a dude. And not just any dude: he was the one I’d lusted for all this time, the one who’d made me realize I was gay, and the one I’d lost my man virginity to. I still couldn’t believe I’d had a similar effect on him.

I’d assumed our little fling was just physical, but now I knew there was more to it. Part of me was nervous, because I didn’t know where this was going. Another part wanted to stay like that forever; I felt totally safe with his arms around me.

Chad shifted his body, and I felt his morning wood press against me. I was tempted to play with him, but I resisted the urge. Instead, I just leaned over and kissed him.

Chad yawned and rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?” he asked.

“Seven forty-five,” I said.

“What? You’re shitting me.”

“No I’m not,” I said as I showed him my phone.

“Shit,” he said as he jumped out of bed. “I’ve got an eight o’clock class. I need to run home and change—”

“No you don’t,” I said. “Just wear something of mine.”

“For Christ’s sake, Scott—”

“Nobody will know,” I said. I got up and opened my closet. “Besides, we’re about the same size... isn’t that one of the perks of having a boyfriend?” I handed him a shirt.

Chad paused, then took the shirt in his hands. “So is that what we are now?”

“You tell me.”

He looked around, as if he didn’t want to be seen. “Well,” he said, “we still don’t need to say anything. Not publicly, at least. I’ve had enough to deal with—”

“I get it,” I said. I tossed him a pair of shorts, and he put them on. They ended up fitting him perfectly. “You look hot.”

“It feels weird,” he said. “I’d never worn another dude’s clothes. At least not like this.”

“Well, I’ve never had another dude as my boyfriend. So I guess that makes us even.”

Chad let off a nervous laugh. He tried to smooth out his hair, but it wouldn’t cooperate, so I handed him a ballcap.

“Look at it this way,” I said. “If you’re still uncomfortable after class, you can always come here... and I can peel these clothes back off of you.”

“Mm,” he said as he kissed me. “I like the sound of that.” Then he stepped into his flip-flops and hurried out the door.

I just stood there for a second, then plopped down on my bed. I reached down to Chad’s dirty clothes, which were still lying on the floor. I held his pants to my face and inhaled his musky scent. I had to force myself not to do anything naughty.

My mind started swimming with all the shit I had to do. I was a little self-conscious about the hickey Chad had left, so I knew I’d have to be careful about what I wore. I also knew I’d need to get tested after the summer I’d had. I could’ve gone to the student health center for that, but I didn’t have the nerve; I remembered how Chad had mentioned having gone somewhere else, so I made a mental note to ask him for details.

In the meantime, I went through my phone and deleted my hookup apps. Grindr was the first to go, followed by Jack’d, Hornet, and finally Scruff. By that point, I felt bad for having used them at all.

Eventually I showered and dressed, and I headed out to my first class. It was a philosophy course, which was required for my major but was totally uninteresting. To me, it was one more reason to switch majors, although I wasn’t in the mood to deal with yet another life decision, and I still didn’t know what I might want to switch to.

I spent that class basically lost in thought. On the one hand, I was pumped about me and Chad being a couple; I wanted to run off with him and live happily ever after. But on the other hand, I was scared of falling too hard too fast, especially since I’d been burned by him before. I knew he’d had his reasons for what he’d done, but I still didn’t know what to think how he’d gone about it. Now the stakes were that much higher, at least in my mind.

I was starting to realize how complicated Chad really was, and I could only guess what was going to come next. I’d never been one to talk about my feelings, but at that particular moment, I was dying to get that shit off my chest. The problem was, I had no one to talk to, at least about that. I couldn’t say anything to the Kap Eps— even Ryan or Marcos— and I’d hardly talked to my other friends in months.

I had just left class, and was walking past the quad, when I saw a flyer for Wildcat Pride. I knew this was a gay student group, but beyond that, I didn’t know much about them. The flyer said they’d be holding a meeting that Thursday. I knew I wasn’t ballsy enough to actually show up, but I was intrigued enough to want to know more.

I was about to look them up when my phone buzzed, and I saw a text from Chad: I feel like going to Giulia’s for dinner. Wanna come?

I felt a little flutter in my chest, and at least some of my anxiety went away. Giulia’s was the best pizza joint in town. I paused for a second, then typed out the words: Just you and me?

That’s the idea, he said.

I debated how to respond. Finally I just settled on: That’s cool.

Awesome, he said. I’ll pick you up at 7. Sound good?

I took a deep breath. It’s a date, I wrote, and then I hit “send”.

I wasn’t sure what to do next. After all, I’d never done any actual gay dating, so I wasn’t clear on how it all worked. It did make sense for him to pick me up, since he had his own car and I didn’t. I also assumed we wouldn’t do any PDA, since neither of us were publicly out. But that was about all I knew.

I wasn’t sure if one of us should be pursuing the other, or if there were other rules for us to follow. Even basic questions were confusing, like who would pay for dinner: should one of us treat the other, or should we just go Dutch? Should we open doors for each other, or could that come across the wrong way?

I almost felt like we should discuss it beforehand, but I also felt like that could be weird. Then again, Chad was just as new at this as I was, so I wasn’t sure he had the answers either. Eventually I just quit worrying about it, and I decided we’d cross those bridges when we got there.

In the meantime, I did want to put my best foot forward. After my last class of the day, I headed back to my apartment, and I rummaged through my closet to pick out my outfit for the night. Then I stripped down and stepped in the shower.

I probably didn’t need another shower, but I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I also needed to relax, and I knew it helped to jerk off before a date. After all, I’d spent the whole day thinking of Chad, so my hormones were already raging. I didn’t want my horniness to get the best of me, at least not in front of him.

I didn’t turn on the water at first. I just sat in the tub, spread my legs, and started playing with myself. I was already oozing pre-cum, which I smeared all over my cockhead. I ran my free hand down my chest, then made my way across my hips and thighs.

I gripped my cock as hard as I could. I kept thinking of Chad’s ass, and how tight it could squeeze me. Finally I threw my head back and started pounding away. I could already feel my balls start to boil, and I couldn’t help letting off a groan.

My mind was swimming with all the things Chad and I could start doing now. If all went well, we could both get practically unlimited dick: we could have quickies between classes, or we could spend whole nights having marathon fuck sessions. We could lie in bed and cuddle, or exchange pillow talk, or do whatever else we felt like. It seemed like the sky was the limit, at least in my mind.

It only took a few seconds before I got off. “Oh shit,” I said as my body went rigid, and my jizz splattered all over the tub.

I just sat there for a minute. After I caught my breath, I got up and turned on the water. I cleaned myself up and stepped out of the shower. Finally I dressed, combed my hair, and sprayed some cologne. Then I waited.

Chad showed up right when he’d promised, at seven o’clock. He’d apparently cleaned up too: he was wearing a dress shirt, which struck me as a little out of character, but it looked good on him.

As it turned out, our dinner was totally casual. Giulia’s was showing the Padres game, so we just watched it over pizza. I wasn’t a huge baseball fan, and neither was Chad, but he felt duty-bound to root for his home team. The Padres were playing the Pirates that night, although it wasn’t much of a fight; the Padres led for practically the whole game, and they eventually won 3-1. Chad told me this was unusual, since they didn’t have a great record, so he’d take those wins whenever he could get them.

Chad did pick up the tab, but apart from that, we acted like we were just hanging out. There was no flirting or innuendo or anything like that. I figured anybody watching us would’ve assumed we were buddies. Maybe they could’ve pegged us as frat brothers— which of course we were— but that was as far as it went.

After we left Giulia’s, that was when the real fun began. We’d barely made it to the car when our faces slammed together: Chad’s tongue went right in my mouth, and my lips sucked on his. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you all day,” he whispered between kisses.

“The feeling’s mutual,” I said. I was leaning over the gearshift, which was kind of uncomfortable, but I didn’t give a shit. “I want to just fuck you right here.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he said.

I reached down for his crotch, and I fondled him through his clothes. He was every bit as hard as I was. “You know,” I said, “I get excited every time I think of this bad boy.”

Chad returned the favor and stuck his hand down my pants. But before we could go any further, a light came on right outside. We both looked over our shoulders.

“Shit,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Hell yeah,” he said. Without missing a beat, he pulled his hand away, put on his seatbelt, and pealed off down the street.

We were going so fast that I was afraid of hitting something. I practically had to hang on for dear life. I kept watching for cops, because I didn’t want to have to explain what we were doing. But my heart was also pounding with excitement. I couldn’t take my hands off Chad. I undid his fly and felt his bare cock.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled as he turned into a side street, pulled over, and skidded to a stop. Then, before I could react, Chad creamed his pants. His cum splattered all over my hand and soaked into his clothes.

I jumped with surprise. I couldn’t believe he’d gotten off so fast. “Holy shit,” was all I could say.

Chad let out a deep breath. “Woah,” he said, “and that’s after I’d already jerked off beforehand.”

I licked my lips. “You beat off too?”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “At the gym.”

“W-wait a minute. What?”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I didn’t do it in front of anyone. I was in one of the stalls.”

I didn’t know how to react to that. I was a little jealous, but I had to admit it kind of turned me on. “What if somebody caught you?”

“That wouldn’t have happened... not unless I wanted it to. And there’s only one person I’d want to have catch me.” He put his hand on my cheek, and he moved in for a kiss.

I wasn’t about to resist, so I moved forward to meet him, and we started making out. “So,” I whispered between kisses, “is this a regular thing for you? Jerking off in public?”

“Dude,” he said, “I couldn’t resist. Not today. Knowing I was going to see you—”

“Neither could I,” I said, “except I did it at home. By myself.”

“Well, remember when we first met? Between those bullshit showers and the Kap Eps, I didn’t exactly hear you complaining.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I just kept sucking his face. “You always know what to say to me....”

“I try,” he said as he ran his hands down my back.

“I gotta admit,” I said, “the idea of you whacking your walrus like that, especially at the gym... that’s really fucking hot....”

“Maybe one of these days you should come in and join me.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said. I was so horny that I was afraid of shooting my wad too. Locker room porn was a huge turn-on for me, especially considering my fetish for group sex. The idea of doing that myself— or, rather, with Chad— was almost too much for me to handle.

Chad turned around and looked out the windows. The street around us was quiet and dark. Then he undid his seat belt and climbed to the back seat. “C’mere,” he said.

I couldn’t respond fast enough. I got up from my seat and climbed toward him. But before I could get into position, Chad pulled my pants and undies down to my ankles. Then he took my cock in his hands and started playing with it.

Chad leaned in and started sucking my balls. He ran his tongue up my shaft, then moved up to my face and made out with me. Then he gripped my dick and started jacking me off.

I loved the feeling of his strong hands on my pole. I grabbed the handles above the car doors, and I threw my head back. “Oh shit,” I said.

Chad nibbled on my lip. “You like that?”

I just nodded. I enjoyed the ride for about a minute, but that was as long as I lasted. My whole package started to tighten up, so I knew I was passing the point of no return. “I’m about to cum,” I said.

“Go ahead,” he whispered. Then he kissed me again.

I tried to hold off for as long as I could. But within a few seconds, my body just couldn’t hold back. “Fuck yeah,” I said as I felt the tingling sensation overtake my dick. Then I finally blew my load.

Chad caught most of my cum with his free hand. He kept stroking me at first, then slowed down and finally stopped. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he said.

The two of us shared a nice long kiss. I savored the taste of Chad’s tongue against mine. “That felt so good,” I said.

Chad put his clean hand on my balls. “You got some more reserves in there?”

I grinned. “For you, baby?”

“That’s my boy,” he said. “Now lie down.”

I wasn’t sure what Chad was after. But I followed his instructions, and I got down on the seat.

“Now,” he said, “you really need to fuck me.” He stripped off the rest of his clothes. Then reached behind himself with his cum-covered hand, and he used my juices to lube up his hole. Finally he looked down at my cock, and he started playing with it. “I can’t wait to have that in me.”

Those words were music to my ears. “Then take it,” I said.

Chad nodded, then climbed on top of me. He looked right into my eyes, then slowly lowered himself onto my cock.

I could feel Chad’s fuckring move down my shaft. The sensation was weird at first— I was super-sensitive from having just gotten off— but then my member made himself at home.

Finally Chad rested his weight on my pubes. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he said as he gyrated his hips.

This time felt totally different from the sex we’d had before. It wasn’t just the fact that we were doing it in the car. Everything about it was more intimate: after all, Chad was my boyfriend now, and I was his. When we made out, it was so much more tender than before, yet it was also more intense, even more so than the actual sex.

I wasn’t sure if we were officially making love, partly because we’d never used that word with each other. But one way or another, we were in uncharted territory. We were both working up a sweat; the night was already warm to begin with, so within a minute or two, the car windows were starting to steam up.

“I’m all yours baby,” I whispered in his ear.

Chad seemed to relish those words. I could feel his ass getting tighter as I fucked him. “Call me that again,” he said.

“Oh baby....” It felt like second nature to call him that, as if I’d been doing it for years. I almost didn’t want to use his real name anymore.

He leaned down and kissed me again. “Put your arms around me,” he said.

The seat was so cramped that it was hard for me to move. But somehow I made it work. Our limbs went every which way, to the point that our bodies were completely tangled together. “God baby,” I gasped as I pistoned into him, faster and faster. Then, finally, my cum started shooting again.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said. Chad’s body shuddered, and a second later, his cock practically exploded. Globs of cum went shooting between us.

I kept thrusting for a little bit longer. Then Chad collapsed onto me and tried to catch his breath. His forehead was glistening, and a few strands of hair had stuck to his skin. I held his body like my life depended on it. His chest moved with every breath, and I could feel his heart beating. My own body felt blissful and serene. I had to admit I’d never felt like this before, and I didn’t know what to make of it.

“Next time,” he finally said, “we should do it at your place.”

I put his hand on his ass. “As long as we can get there in time.”

Chad didn’t say anything. He just nodded and grinned.

At that point, it felt like we didn’t have any cares in the world. I knew dating Chad would be an experience, so I was anxious to see what the future would hold. But even then, I didn’t expect what the next few days had in store.



To be continued....

 

[bigcannon]

Can't wait for the next few days. This is great. BC

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 9


The first week of the semester was as crazy as could be. It wasn’t enough that I was juggling my new classes, settling into my new apartment, and all that other stuff that I’d expected to do. Now, on top of all that, I was setting out on a new relationship— and that was the part that terrified me the most.

I still hadn’t gotten used to the word “boyfriend”. Chad and I had only used it a few times, and only in private. The sound of it still seemed weird to me. That one word acknowledged we were gay, and that we had feelings for each other, and that we were having sex— none of which we wanted anyone else to know.

Oddly enough, that same word could also make my heart skip a beat. Now that I’d admitted how I felt about Chad, I had a hard time keeping those emotions in check. It was a lot like when I’d let myself admit I liked boys, and the way it had unlocked urges I’d never realized I had. Now I found myself obsessing over Chad, wanting to be with him at all hours, and getting excited whenever I was about to see him.

I wish I could say I was on cloud nine, but it was never that simple. Reality kept intruding on our little world. One day I had a run-in with a pain-in-the-ass professor, and I worried she’d keep torturing me for the rest of the semester. Chad and I also stressed about the Kap Eps; although we both liked those guys, we didn’t like having to cover up the truth. Even family phone calls were tricky, since there was so much we couldn’t say.

The most complicated day of all came that weekend, when Chad and I went in for our HIV tests. We made doubly sure no one would see us: we drove to the county health department, which was on the other side of town, and we tried to time it so that no one else would be there.

The clinic was in a crappy little building, surrounded by sketchy neighborhoods on all sides. Most of the other patients were poor, and I assumed they couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. I felt a little guilty about that, considering we were just there for the anonymity. But I figured the place was a public service, so there was nothing wrong with us using it too.

The most awkward part was when a crotchety nurse took me into a room, and she made me give her my sexual history. The lady went through her checklist like a robot. “Have you been diagnosed with any STD in the past six months?”

“Never.”

“How many sex partners have you had in the past year?”

“A few,” I said. “I, well... I haven’t kept count.”

“Were any of them anonymous?”

I cringed but tried to hide it. “Yes....”

The nurse peered over her glasses. “Was any of that sex unprotected?”

“With my boyfriend,” I said. The words came out so quickly, I barely realized I’d just come out to her. The nurse didn’t seem to notice.

“When was the last time?”

“For unprotected sex?” I asked. “Well, last night I guess—”

“So with anyone else, what kind of protection did you use?”

“Condoms.”

“And when was the last time for that?”

I didn’t want to answer, but I forced myself to say the words. “About two weeks ago,” I said, “I-I mean, my boyfriend and I just started dating.”

“Did any of those condoms break?”

“W-well once, at least that I know of—”

“Were you the receptive partner in any of that?”

“You mean was I bottoming?” I asked. “Yeah, I mean, sometimes....”

“Have you taken any kind of pre- or post-exposure prophylaxis, like Truvada?”

I took a deep breath. “No.”

“Okay then,” she said, “now let me see your arm.”

I did as I was told, and she took a vial of blood. Then the nurse left the room, and I sat there by myself.

I pulled out my phone and texted Chad. Any news? I wrote.

Yeah, he wrote back. Mine was negative.

I hadn’t expected anything else, but I still felt relieved. Cool, I wrote. Still waiting on mine.

Eventually the nurse came back in the room. “All right kid,” she said, “I have good news and bad news.”

I felt a pang of anxiety. “Okay....”

“The good news is, you tested negative. But the bad news is, with your history, you’re at pretty high risk. You’ll need to be tested again to be sure.”

“I— what?”

“HIV takes a while to show up on tests,” she said. “If you were exposed two weeks ago, it’s too early to tell. These tests really measure your immune system’s response. If you do get infected, it takes about a month for the antibodies to show up in your blood. Which is why you’ll need to get another test later.”

I swallowed. I remembered learning about this stuff in health class, but I’d never thought I’d need to deal with it myself. “W-what about that PrEP stuff? Truvada?”

“It’s too late for that,” she said. “It only works if you take it beforehand, otherwise it’s like putting on a condom after you finished. There’s another treatment, basically a morning-after pill, but you have to start it within 72 hours. So at the stage you’re at, your ship has sailed. All you can do is wait and hope for the best.”

“Shit,” I said. “B-but if I did get it... I mean, it’s not the 80’s anymore. HIV isn’t deadly now, is it?”

“Humph,” she said. “Tell that to the million people a year who still die from it. I mean yeah, HIV is treatable now; so with good enough care, you can still live a normal life. But it’s no joke. You have to watch yourself each and every day, and it’s not cheap either. Just the medications cost thousands of dollars a year. So no: if you think it’s something to trifle with, you’ve got another thing coming.”

I tried to wrap my mind around what I’d just heard. “Y-you’re saying I won’t know for a month? Or more?”

“Well,” she said, “you could always try a Nucleic Acid Test. It’s not part of our free testing, but it tests for the actual virus, which means it picks it up a lot sooner. So if you want the peace of mind—”

“Yeah I do,” I said without thinking. “Can I get it today?”

“Nope,” she said. “You’ll need to set a follow-up appointment. In your situation, I’d say come back in ten days.” She got up, stuffed her chart notes under her arm, and fiddled with her glasses. “And do yourself a favor, kid: stay safe from here on out.”

I didn’t say a word as she sent me on my way. Ten days still seemed like a long time, but I thought I could live with it. At least it was better than the alternative.

The drive home, though, felt like it would never end. Chad and I spent most of it in silence. I was so queasy that I wanted to throw up. I kept imagining the worst, and I thought of all the ways this could fuck up my life.

The ironic part was that I’d started to understand why I’d slept around. When Chad and I were apart, I’d kept trying to get what I needed from somebody else. But no matter how hard I’d tried, none of my hookups could’ve really hit the spot. The result was that I’d now put Chad at risk, and I hated myself for that.

“I dunno,” Chad finally said, “I’m hoping she just laid it on too thick. I mean, it can’t really be that bad, can it?”

I sighed. “Hell if I know,” I said. “I mean, if I got myself infected, that’d be my fault not yours. It’s just... I guess with the barebacking we’ve been doing—”

“Don’t blame yourself,” he said. “You warned me and everything, and you were going to wear a condom, and I was the one who said no—”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Chad turned to me for a second, then looked back at the road. “Listen,” he said, “I know I said I didn’t want details— about this summer, I mean— but I think I changed my mind.”

Oh shit, I thought. I braced myself for what might come next.

“Just tell me what happened.”

My voice caught in my throat. I couldn’t tell if I’d gone white with fear, or red with embarrassment, or an unholy combination of both. “W-well,” I said, “I made a few trips to Boystown... and I was on Grindr.”

“Grindr?” he asked. “Like the hookup app?”

“I mean, there’s more to it than that—”

“How does that even work?”

I frowned. That wasn’t the reaction I expected. “What?”

“I don’t know the first thing about that shit,” he said. “I mean, Marcos taught me a lot, but not that.”

“W-well you gotta understand, I’ve deleted it now—”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t need it anymore,” I said, “or even want it. Not after you said you’d be my boyfriend.”

Chad pulled up to my apartment, and he put his car in park. He chewed his lip for a second, then looked over at me. “Look,” he said, “I never expected you to be perfect. At least not like that. I-I mean, I guess it’s partly my doing. If it hadn’t been for my bullshit this summer—”

“You don’t need to make excuses for me.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I never said I was happy about it. But you didn’t kill me for what I did... and I guess, well, it goes both ways.” He took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is: I don’t know how I feel about this. I guess I probably won’t know for a while. But I do want to know everything about you. I want to see all the parts of you that nobody else gets to see.”

“What?”

“You scare the shit out of me, Scott. You always have. But not in the usual way. It’s more like you’re turning my life upside down, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it. Why do you think I freaked out on you that one time?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just blinked.

“And the fact that I couldn’t walk away from you, or even stop thinking about you, even after months of trying... well, if I can’t fight it, then I at least need to know what I’m in for.”

I tried to come up with an answer, but I couldn’t. “I-I don’t really know either,” I said.

“Well,” he said, “you can start by showing me what you were up to this summer.”

I really didn’t want to go there. I was so confused and conflicted that I didn’t know what to do. But I knew I’d have to find a way. “Okay,” I finally said, “if you really want to see, come inside.”

With that, Chad followed me into my apartment. My phone took a few minutes to re-install Grindr, and once it was done, I handed it to Chad.

“Okay,” I said. “So this screen here is the grid. All these guys show up based on how far away they are. If you want to see details, just tap on their picture. If you want to see their full profile, swipe up. Then you can message them if you want.”

Chad frowned. He scrolled through the grid, and he looked at some of the profiles. “That’s a lot of dudes,” he said.

“And that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” I said. “This is just the free version. The pay version apparently lets you see more, although it’s not like we need it—”

“I recognize this guy,” he said as he swiped up. “I’ve seen him on campus.”

The profile showed a curly-haired guy, who called himself O’Mac. He’d apparently been online 50 minutes before, and he was 1200 feet away. He said he was looking for relationships and friendship.

“That’s cool,” I said. “Do you think he’s hot?”

Chad seemed about to say yes, but then he stopped himself. “He’s not bad looking,” he said.

“Anyway, here’s the chat screen,” I said. I tapped on the icon, but it just took me to a blank screen. “Shit....”

“What?”

“Apparently my old chats got deleted.” I swallowed hard. “I’d totally show you if I could....”

Suddenly a message came through. It came from someone called DTF, and it was just a single word: Hey!

Chad snorted. “Somebody wants you.”

“You know I’m not interested.”

“You better not be,” he said as put my phone down, and he moved in to kiss me. We made out for a minute; then he turned and whispered in my ear: “I just want you to be with me. And nobody else.”

I was caught a little off guard, since I hadn’t expected him talk to me that way. But I had to admit it was music to my ears. “Same here,” was all I could say.

“So do I need to kick that guy’s ass?”

“What?”

He pointed at my phone, where a few more messages had come through. “I don’t want anyone making eyes at my man.”

By now we were both hard, and we were fumbling around on the bed. Chad kissed my neck and made his way up to my earlobe. My nerves started going crazy. “I want to have sex with you so bad,” I said. “I-I mean, I know we probably shouldn’t, not till the other tests come back or whatever—”

“Sh,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.

“W-well, I don’t want to risk anything, I mean any more than I already have—”

“You don’t need to,” he said. “We’ll just need to get creative.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Wait here,” he said as he pulled away from me. Then he turned and headed outside.

I frowned as I tried to figure out what he was doing. I looked outside and saw Chad closing the trunk of his car. He held a plain brown box in his hands. He hurried back inside and closed the door behind him.

“I was going to give you this anyway,” he said, “now that we’re officially together.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. “What?”

“If you want, you can call it a surprise for our one-week anniversary.”

I took the box in my hands. I couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed. I wasn’t expecting any surprise— though I knew that was the point— and I’d never thought to get Chad anything. I was very much still getting the hang of this relationship stuff. “Now you don’t need to get sentimental on me—”

“I don’t think you’ll call it sentimental,” he said, “not when you see what it is.”

Those words had me intrigued. I frowned, pulled off the tape, and opened the box. Inside was a vibrator complete with a remote control.

“It’s supposed to feel really good,” he said. “So if you’re craving something inside you—”

“It’s awesome,” I said, and I gave him another kiss. I felt like I was being drawn to him by an irresistible force; the more shit I went through, the more I felt like I needed him.

Chad responded in kind: he started fumbling with my clothes, and he stripped off my shirt. I tossed his sunglasses aside, but before I could do any more, he yanked down my shorts and my underwear. “If you’re going to be a slut, you’d better be my slut,” he said. “Now bend over.”

I followed his orders as quickly as I could, though I wasn’t sure what to expect.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he said, “not tonight at least. But I’m gonna get you nice and ready for what you’re about to get.”

“Okay,” was all I could say.

Chad dove between my legs, and I felt his lips on my taint. He flicked his tongue against my skin, just enough to tease me, and he made his way toward my boyhole. Then he smacked my butt cheeks. “You’ve got the perfect ass,” he said. “Such a tight juicy ass....”

“Fucking eat it,” I said. “Have your way with it.”

Chad shoved his face in my crack, and he started eating away. I couldn’t tell what he was doing with his lips, exactly, or his tongue. All I knew was that it felt great in my crack.

I just closed my eyes and arched my neck. “Oh fuck,” I said, “yeah, keep doing that....”

Chad had his mouth full, so he didn’t answer. He just kept servicing me as if his life depended on it.

I lowered my voice to a whisper. “How does it taste?”

Chad moved his face about an inch from my ass. “It tastes like you, baby,” he said, “and I love it.” Then he went back to ravaging me.

I gasped and closed my eyes. “Oh shit,” was all I could say.

Chad kept rimming me for another minute or two, then stepped back and stripped off his shirt. He grabbed our lube bottle, then leaned back over me.

I felt something hard against me. At first I assumed it was Chad’s dick, but then I felt it go inside me, and I realized it was thinner than what I was used to. I glanced between my legs, and I saw he was fingering my ass.

Chad fucked me with his pointer finger, then pulled it out partway. Then he added his middle finger. He used his free hand to spread my ass open as wide as it would go.

I pressed my body back against him, and I felt his fingers go deeper inside me. “Oh yeah,” I said, “go in all the way.”

Chad’s hand kept sliding further in, and he started exploring the inside of my ass. It only took him a few seconds to find my prostate and start playing with it. My nerves went wild, and feelings of ecstasy rippled through my body. It was the first time my gland had been pleasured like that, and I loved every second of it.

I didn’t want to cum too soon, so I pulled away and rolled onto my back. “I want to kiss you,” I said.

Chad didn’t waste a second. He leaned down, and we started sucking face. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of his lips or the smell of his breath. I wanted him more than I’d ever thought possible. I gripped his face with my hands, while Chad pressed the rest of his body against mine.

“Let’s get these shorts off you,” I finally said.

Chad stepped back, and I undid his fly. I pulled out his cock and gave it a quick suck. It felt like it had been ages since I’d had him in my mouth. I was so ravenous that I had to force myself not to blow him to completion.

After a few seconds, I pulled back and gave him a few tugs. Then I pulled down his shorts and undies the rest of the way. His naked body was so gorgeous, I still couldn’t quite believe it was real.

Chad picked up the vibrator. “Are you ready for this?”

“Hell yeah,” I said as I leaned back and spread my legs.

Chad pressed the vibrator against my taint; then he ran it in circles around my pucker. I couldn’t stand any more teasing, so I reached down and guided it inside me. I felt the head pop in, and then the shaft slid in inch by inch.

The vibrator wasn’t as warm as Chad’s cock— or as satisfying, for that matter— but I still loved the feeling of it going up my ass. It seemed to fill me up, and it definitely stretched out my sphincter, which was really what I needed.

“Go ahead,” Chad said. “I want to watch you fucking yourself.”

I looked down at Chad’s dick, then glanced over at his hand. He was still holding the vibrator’s remote control. “Don’t you want to turn it on?” I asked.

“I will eventually,” he said. “I promise.”

I gazed into Chad’s eyes, then started sliding the vibrator in and out of me. The more I did it, the better it started to feel.

“Yeah baby,” he said. “That’s it.”

I wanted to say something back, but somehow I couldn’t. I just stared at him while I fucked myself.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said, “but I wish you were the one fucking me—”

“Me too,” he said as he leaned in and gave me a kiss. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

We made out for a minute or two, all while I kept pleasuring my ass. The vibrator’s shaft was just a little bit ribbed, so I felt each of the ridges pop past my fuckring.

Then, without any warning, Chad flipped the switch. I felt the vibrator shake against my prostate, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. “Oh shit!” was all I could say. My whole body started going into spasms. I could barely help myself as I flopped all over the bed.

“Yeah,” Chad said. “That’s so fucking hot....”

“Oh God,” I said as I tried to control my body. The waves of pleasure were too much; I just couldn’t resist what my muscles were doing.

“Okay baby,” Chad said as he turned the vibrator off. “If you don’t want it on, we don’t need it.”

“I didn’t say that,” I replied. I let out a deep breath. “That was so fucking good—”

“Are you saying you want more?”

“Baby,” I said, “I want more than you can ever imagine.”

He flipped the switch again, and the vibrator came back on. My thighs convulsed, and my legs flew into the air. I got a grip on most of my body, but my ass kept quivering, and I couldn’t get it to stop.

“Fuck!” I yelled. I kept waiting for the shaking to stop, but Chad wouldn’t turn it off.

“That’s so hot,” he said as he started stroking himself.

The vibrator felt incredible, but the spectacle in front of me was even better. I couldn’t get over the sight of Chad jacking off, despite all the times I’d seen it before. He still looked indescribably hot, with his practically flawless body, his rock-hard cock, and the look of desire on his face. He beat himself faster and faster, while I soaked in the view. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh shit!” I yelled as I busted my nut.

Chad didn’t miss a beat. “Oh yeah....”

I was still trying to catch my breath. I hadn’t touched myself the whole time. “Don’t bust yet,” I whispered.

“What?”

I reached for his remote. I turned the vibrator off, then pulled it out of my ass. “I want to watch you ride this,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me,” I said, “you won’t regret it.” I applied some fresh lube, then made Chad get up. Then I pointed the vibrator straight up, and slowly but surely, Chad lowered himself onto it.

“Oh shit,” he said. “That does feel good....”

“I want to do to you what you did to me.” I started kissing him, and I guided his hand toward his hole. “Go ahead: start fucking your ass.”

Chad did as he was told. The vibrator had already disappeared inside him, but he pulled it back out. He teased his own hole for a second, then slid the vibrator back in, and the cycle repeated itself a couple more times.

I could’ve watched him all day. I’d never seen Chad violate his own ass like that, but it was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I gripped the remote, and I waited for just the right moment till I suddenly flipped the switch.

“Omigod!” he yelled as he fell flat on the bed, and his body went into contortions. He gripped the headboard and tried to control himself.

“Take it, baby,” I said as I leaned in to kiss him. Chad could barely reciprocate. He just laid there with his jaw open, while I ran my tongue around his mouth. Then I nibbled on his lower lip, till finally we started making out.

Chad let out a loud groan, and before I could react, I felt his warm jizz hit my face. At least two shots splashed against my cheek; then I looked down and saw the rest of his cum splattered on his stomach.

“That didn’t take you long,” I said as I turned the vibrator off.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said. “I can’t feel my legs....”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

Chad just laughed. He pulled the vibrator out, then tossed it aside. Finally he put his arms around me and pulled me as close as he could. “Well,” he said, “if we can keep doing that for ten days, it’ll sure make that time go by faster.”

I licked my lips. “Well,” I said, “I guess that’s a present for both of us.”



To be continued....

 

[hardreader]

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-- HardReader