The White Stripe
Sex God
My name is Damon. I have a story that I really want to tell someone or anyone for that matter, but the problem is that I am not sure how to tell it without you getting mad at me for the ending. I screw everything up and I ruin what was the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. So even though you will be screaming at me later I’ll tell you my story…but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Volume One.
It was one of those Fridays. I love this kind of Friday more than any other. That kind that smells like freedom when you walk outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. This is the sort of Friday that you can only find in Texas in the late fall. I was a senior in high school so I got out early and got to enough the early afternoon weather. Nothing made me more excited about the weekend than coming home and being able to lift every window in my room and turn on some great music and just play with my guitar.
I always expect someone to come over though. It is just the way my house works. On Friday’s everyone comes over after we get out early, all of us seniors anyway. However, this time was a little different. It had been an hour since most of my friends have been let out of school and still no one has come rushing through my front door (which is in my room oddly enough). My room is more or less an apartment or at least I like to pretend t is. My room is the front room in our house where our main door is, but almost everyone goes to the side door in our kitchen so I get the front door for myself. I also have a couch and a coffee table in my room so the only reason I leave is to go to the restroom, visit with my parents, or eat.
As I sat there strumming away at my guitar I notice a familiar sound. It was fairly far off, but I knew what it was. I believed it was Trent’s truck.
Trent and I had been friends for years. I have, like most teenagers, this inner circle of friends that I have always been around and Trent has been at the center of it all forever. As you might guess I have a huge crush on him. I’m not in love with him or anything, but he and I get along really well. We can finish each other’s sentences and think and feel the same way about so much. We have the same taste in movies, music, games, and our opinions are always similar. I almost thought it was fate that we end up together, but I’m a little too realistic to believe in all of that. I’m bi... I think. I’m not sure. Some days I beat off thinking about sex with a girl and others with a guy. I don’t know, but Trent makes me hard…
“Where is everybody? I thought everyone was getting together to play games here?” he asked as the screen door slammed behind him with anxious fury.
Trent was 18, same as I, and stood about 6 feet even. We also happen to be around the same height. I have no idea what he weighs as I don’t make a point to ask or observe him while he stands on a scale, but I would say he was around 160 or 170. We are about the same build. He had sandy blond hair that hung just above the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. Trent is fit as hell also; slender, but muscular. I know this because he loves to wear tight clothes. He has a natural tan, from football, and the whitest teeth I have ever seen on a straight guy. He is a true Adonis.
Today he was wearing tight worn our jeans with holes on either side of the legs. A leather belt that hugged his hips VERY tightly and a shirt from Aeropostile that as you might imagine he looked amazing in. he usually sports a worn out baseball hat, but today oddly, it was absent from his head thus he was forced to sport his child-like uncombed messy hair. He looks adorable guys…
“I don’t know bro. It looks like it is just me and you today. It sounds like they decided to party without us,” I said back with my forced laid back laziness.
“Hey do you mind if I play some Super Mario? I really want to get to World 7?” Trent was always trying to act like an X-Box fan boy, but deep down he was like a little kid wanting to play more Nintendo.
“Yeah sure go ahead. I’m just going to sit here and play around online and try and figure out this song on the guitar,” I lied.
What I really wanted to do was admire him, something I fully intended to do. I love looking at him. He set on the coffee table in front of the couch so he could be closer to my TV. The coffee table was actually an old piano bench so really it didn’t bother me.
As he sat there waiting for my Nintendo to turn on my eyes made my way down his slender, seemingly carved out of stone, back. At one point his light blue Aeropostile shirt ended and what it revealed was his lower tanned and toned backside. This also gave way to the slightest glimpse of his shy little butt crack which seemed to be as tanned and toned as the rest of him.
I accidentally lost control of my fingers and ended up nearly dropping my guitar.
“Damn it. I hate this level,” he said as I jumped thinking he had caught me checking him out. He said some things after that, but all I could focus on was his lower back and the adorable dimple that I noticed above his escaping bubble butt. It is almost as if his ass was trying to escape from his skin right jeans. I had no problem with that myself.
I was one to talk about things trying to escape from someone pants though. As I continued to gawk at his beautiful backside I felt my dick become very stiff. Trent could always make me stiff. He was just so beautiful to me. I always find myself staring into his deep blue eyes when he isn’t looking. His smile lights up my heart, but I know I can’t love him.
Its lust is all. Either way I need to relieve my lust before I run over and lick his crack until I mess my pants.
I slip out of my room to go to the bathroom without disturbing him. I wanted to beat off to him while the image of his butt was still fresh in my mind. I didn’t want to miss this.
As I entered the bathroom I passed our huge mirror that hung above the sink. I caught a glimpse of myself. I’m pretty decent looking. I get plenty of looks from girls at school, but the girls there suck. There are a few I would love to fuck and I few I would love to be in a relationship with, but most of them are a waste of space. Most of them find me weird anyways.
As I said earlier I am about 6 feet tall and around 150 or 160. I have dark brown hair which is considerably long considering I am a guy. It doesn’t touch my shoulders, but I have bangs that I have to constantly brush to the side. I was once accused of trying to be Justin Bieber. Shoot me now. I have very bright green eyes that are set off by my dark hair and I myself am also pretty fit. Not anything like Trent, but I am built nice and am a little slimmer than he is, but he has way more muscle on him than I do.
I sit down against my bath tub and undo my jeans. Every moment I try and focus my mind on Trent’s butt. I bet it is very tan as I know for a fact Trent almost never wears underwear. I picture his ass as being very narrow with only traces of hair that would be revealed when you spread his checks. People also tease him because he has a bubble butt and it is VERY true. I imagine what it would be like to squeeze his butt cheeks and run my moist tongue into his warm and sweaty crack as he moaned my name under his breath, “Damon....”
While thinking about him bent over with his sweet ass in my grasp, I pull out my cock. I haven’t even touched it and I am already fully erect. And it began to pulsate as I wrapped my fingers around it to begin. This is going to be a good one I could tell…
Volume One.
It was one of those Fridays. I love this kind of Friday more than any other. That kind that smells like freedom when you walk outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. This is the sort of Friday that you can only find in Texas in the late fall. I was a senior in high school so I got out early and got to enough the early afternoon weather. Nothing made me more excited about the weekend than coming home and being able to lift every window in my room and turn on some great music and just play with my guitar.
I always expect someone to come over though. It is just the way my house works. On Friday’s everyone comes over after we get out early, all of us seniors anyway. However, this time was a little different. It had been an hour since most of my friends have been let out of school and still no one has come rushing through my front door (which is in my room oddly enough). My room is more or less an apartment or at least I like to pretend t is. My room is the front room in our house where our main door is, but almost everyone goes to the side door in our kitchen so I get the front door for myself. I also have a couch and a coffee table in my room so the only reason I leave is to go to the restroom, visit with my parents, or eat.
As I sat there strumming away at my guitar I notice a familiar sound. It was fairly far off, but I knew what it was. I believed it was Trent’s truck.
Trent and I had been friends for years. I have, like most teenagers, this inner circle of friends that I have always been around and Trent has been at the center of it all forever. As you might guess I have a huge crush on him. I’m not in love with him or anything, but he and I get along really well. We can finish each other’s sentences and think and feel the same way about so much. We have the same taste in movies, music, games, and our opinions are always similar. I almost thought it was fate that we end up together, but I’m a little too realistic to believe in all of that. I’m bi... I think. I’m not sure. Some days I beat off thinking about sex with a girl and others with a guy. I don’t know, but Trent makes me hard…
“Where is everybody? I thought everyone was getting together to play games here?” he asked as the screen door slammed behind him with anxious fury.
Trent was 18, same as I, and stood about 6 feet even. We also happen to be around the same height. I have no idea what he weighs as I don’t make a point to ask or observe him while he stands on a scale, but I would say he was around 160 or 170. We are about the same build. He had sandy blond hair that hung just above the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. Trent is fit as hell also; slender, but muscular. I know this because he loves to wear tight clothes. He has a natural tan, from football, and the whitest teeth I have ever seen on a straight guy. He is a true Adonis.
Today he was wearing tight worn our jeans with holes on either side of the legs. A leather belt that hugged his hips VERY tightly and a shirt from Aeropostile that as you might imagine he looked amazing in. he usually sports a worn out baseball hat, but today oddly, it was absent from his head thus he was forced to sport his child-like uncombed messy hair. He looks adorable guys…
“I don’t know bro. It looks like it is just me and you today. It sounds like they decided to party without us,” I said back with my forced laid back laziness.
“Hey do you mind if I play some Super Mario? I really want to get to World 7?” Trent was always trying to act like an X-Box fan boy, but deep down he was like a little kid wanting to play more Nintendo.
“Yeah sure go ahead. I’m just going to sit here and play around online and try and figure out this song on the guitar,” I lied.
What I really wanted to do was admire him, something I fully intended to do. I love looking at him. He set on the coffee table in front of the couch so he could be closer to my TV. The coffee table was actually an old piano bench so really it didn’t bother me.
As he sat there waiting for my Nintendo to turn on my eyes made my way down his slender, seemingly carved out of stone, back. At one point his light blue Aeropostile shirt ended and what it revealed was his lower tanned and toned backside. This also gave way to the slightest glimpse of his shy little butt crack which seemed to be as tanned and toned as the rest of him.
I accidentally lost control of my fingers and ended up nearly dropping my guitar.
“Damn it. I hate this level,” he said as I jumped thinking he had caught me checking him out. He said some things after that, but all I could focus on was his lower back and the adorable dimple that I noticed above his escaping bubble butt. It is almost as if his ass was trying to escape from his skin right jeans. I had no problem with that myself.
I was one to talk about things trying to escape from someone pants though. As I continued to gawk at his beautiful backside I felt my dick become very stiff. Trent could always make me stiff. He was just so beautiful to me. I always find myself staring into his deep blue eyes when he isn’t looking. His smile lights up my heart, but I know I can’t love him.
Its lust is all. Either way I need to relieve my lust before I run over and lick his crack until I mess my pants.
I slip out of my room to go to the bathroom without disturbing him. I wanted to beat off to him while the image of his butt was still fresh in my mind. I didn’t want to miss this.
As I entered the bathroom I passed our huge mirror that hung above the sink. I caught a glimpse of myself. I’m pretty decent looking. I get plenty of looks from girls at school, but the girls there suck. There are a few I would love to fuck and I few I would love to be in a relationship with, but most of them are a waste of space. Most of them find me weird anyways.
As I said earlier I am about 6 feet tall and around 150 or 160. I have dark brown hair which is considerably long considering I am a guy. It doesn’t touch my shoulders, but I have bangs that I have to constantly brush to the side. I was once accused of trying to be Justin Bieber. Shoot me now. I have very bright green eyes that are set off by my dark hair and I myself am also pretty fit. Not anything like Trent, but I am built nice and am a little slimmer than he is, but he has way more muscle on him than I do.
I sit down against my bath tub and undo my jeans. Every moment I try and focus my mind on Trent’s butt. I bet it is very tan as I know for a fact Trent almost never wears underwear. I picture his ass as being very narrow with only traces of hair that would be revealed when you spread his checks. People also tease him because he has a bubble butt and it is VERY true. I imagine what it would be like to squeeze his butt cheeks and run my moist tongue into his warm and sweaty crack as he moaned my name under his breath, “Damon....”
While thinking about him bent over with his sweet ass in my grasp, I pull out my cock. I haven’t even touched it and I am already fully erect. And it began to pulsate as I wrapped my fingers around it to begin. This is going to be a good one I could tell…
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