u/SwimmingReasonable67

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This is from my story 'Frat Boys Just Wanna Have Fun'

“Okay, let’s start simple,” Amanda said. She turned to face Chloe, gave her a little smile, and then took Chloe’s tit in her hand as she kissed her on the lips. It was just a basic closed-mouth kiss, but she drew the moment out, gently massaging Chloe’s breast with her hand.

“Now you guys.”

Rick reached over and put his hand on my left pec, then quickly wet his lips with his tongue as he leaned in and covered my mouth with his.

It was the first time I had kissed another guy, and it wasn’t really all that different than kissing a girl. I felt a little bit of stubble on his chin as he gently sucked on my lower lip, but his lips were smooth and full and soft as they touched mine.

He pulled away and looked cautiously over at me. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that was actually kinda nice.”

“So, are you in?” Amanda asked me.

I took in the sight of the girls’ amazing bodies as I thought about it for a few seconds, then answered, “Why the fuck not?” and pulled my tee shirt over my head. “Let’s do this!”

The girls tossed their shirts onto the floor as Rick flung his across the room. He was in amazing shape - he was a lacrosse player and had a long, tight torso, with well-defined abs and a broad, strong chest. His arms were huge compared to mine, and his physical presence was almost a little intimidating.

The girls were still wearing their bras, and Rick called them on it. “Hey, we’re topless over here, not just shirtless.”

They giggled and Chloe leaned forward, reached her hands behind Amanda’s back and unhooked the other girl’s bra. Amanda did the same, and the two of them slid their bras over their shoulders and added them to the growing pile on the floor. Amanda leaned in and kissed Chloe’s nipples, one after the other, and then kissed her on the mouth again, this time using a little bit of tongue.

Rick smiled and put a hand on my arm, then leaned in and kissed my left nipple, all lips and tongue, and a shiver shot down my spine as he repeated the move on the other side of my chest. I may have even let out an involuntary moan just before his mouth was back on top of mine. His tongue slid strongly between my lips and I returned the kiss. After a few seconds of more intense kissing, we pulled away from each other and looked over at the girls.

“Why don’t you two join us?” I asked, patting the mattress.

Rick and I slid over to the other side of the queen-size bed and the girls rose from the couch. Before joining us, they took off their jeans and added them to the pile, so Rick and I did the same.

Now that we were all in the bed and wearing just our underpants, things started moving faster. Chloe and Amanda were on their knees facing each other, and as they made out, each of them put a hand inside the other’s panties.

Obeying the rules of the game, I knelt in front of Rick and looked down at his crotch. Like any other guy my age, I had sneaked peaks at other men in the past, but I had never actually taken a good long look at another man’s hard-on. Like the rest of his body, Rick’s package was impressive. He was wearing white briefs that fit him like a glove, and his boner was obvious beneath the tight fabric.

My own cock was stiff as a board, and I could feel the length of it tenting my loose-fitting boxer shorts. Rick slid his hands into the front opening of my shorts and grabbed my balls as I rubbed his cock from the outside of his underwear. Rick used his other hand to guide my wandering fingers to the waistband of his shorts, then pulled the elastic away from his warm skin to let my hand inside. I slid my fingers through his soft pubic hair until I felt the edge of his throbbing cock.

Rick began kissing me, softly but deeply, as my fingers explored the inside of his underpants. I ran my fingertips along the length of his boner, and it seemed to go on forever. When I finally reached the bulbous tip, I wrapped my hand around its girth. Rick’s hand was now wrapped around my cock, which wasn’t as long as his, but was too thick for him to wrap his hand all the way around.

We slowly stroked each other’s rods as we kissed, stealing glances at the girls every few seconds.

Rick paused our kiss and told Amanda, “I wanna watch you eat Chloe’s pussy.”

Amanda purred her approval as Chloe stood up in front of her, removing her panties as she rose. Amanda ran her hands along Chloe’s ass cheeks and down along her thighs, then back up to her ass, where she started to knead Chloe’s firm, full cheeks. She leaned in and kissed a path through Chloe’s closely trimmed bush, then moved south until her face disappeared between Chloe’s thighs.

Rick and I absently continued to stroke each other’s hard cocks as we watched Amanda going to town on Chloe. Chloe’s whole body writhed as Amanda worked her pussy. She ran her hands through Amanda’s long blond hair and pulled her in deeper between her thighs.

After a few minutes of amazing head, Amanda pulled away and said to us, “Your turn.”

Rick stood in front of me and put his hands on his hips, thumbs inside his waistband. He pushed his underwear down and that huge cock sprang free. It bounced up and down a few times, then finally settled, standing long and straight, right in front of my face.

I pushed his underpants the rest of the way down to his ankles, grabbed his throbbing boner at its base, and stared at it, not at all sure how to proceed. I’d had my own cock sucked dozens and dozens of times, but now that it was my turn to suck one, I had no idea how to go about it!

“Just lick it,” Rick finally said. He placed one hand over mine at the base of his shaft, the other on the top of my head, then pulled me in closer. I used my tongue to lick the whole length of it, starting at the bottom and working all the way up to the tip. When I got there, I went back and started again, licking him like a lollipop three or four times.

Rick grabbed a handful of my hair to hold my head still, then softly ran the tip of his cock against my open lips before sliding it smoothly into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the swollen head and ran my tongue along the firm edge of it.

I closed my eyes and slowly made my way towards his crotch, taking him an inch at a time until I couldn’t fit any more of his long cock down my throat. He ran his fingers through my hair as I slowly pulled my head back, licking his shaft as I went.

I sucked as much of him as I could three or four more times, then pulled away and looked first at Rick, then at the girls watching us, then back at Rick looming above me. “What should we make them do next?” I asked, motioning at the girls with my head.

“How about a sixty-nine?” he asked.

I nodded, and Rick moved to the other side of the bed to help the girls get into position. I took my place leaning against the headboard and Chloe laid sideways across the bed, her head directly in front of me. Rick sat across from me, on the other side of the bed, as Amanda knelt over Chloe with her head towards Rick’s side of the bed.

We each had a great view as the girls licked and fingered each other’s pussies. I had never had such a close-up view of a girl getting head, or giving head to another girl, and my cock seemed to be harder than it had ever been before. I was so hard that I was afraid to touch myself for fear that I might cum instantly.

Rick sat across from me, switching his gaze back and forth, from Amanda eating out Chloe, to my hard cock sitting straight up in my lap. He was slowly stroking his own cock as he watched the girls going at it, and I found myself dividing my attention between watching him and watching Chloe going down on Amanda.

The girls seemed completely absorbed by their mutual cunnilingus, and I started to think that maybe they’d forgotten about Rick and me watching them. But it didn’t take long before Chloe gently pushed Amanda away and the two of them sat up on the bed.

“Your turn,” Amanda said as she and Chloe switched places with us.

Rick got on his back and laid sideways across the bed, his long cock standing straight in the air, like a fleshy flagpole. I straddled him so that my face was right above that long dick and wondered if I’d be able to take more of it into my mouth this time. I also wondered how Rick would do - I have a pretty thick cock, and few of the girls I had been with had been able to swallow very much of it. Not because it was too long, but because they couldn’t open their mouths wide enough to comfortably take all of it.

As I nervously hovered above him, contemplating his cock, Rick had somehow managed to not only take my whole width into his mouth, but the whole length, as well! I was so distracted by the chore in front of me that it wasn’t until I felt his chin stubble against my balls that I finally realized that he was deepthroating my cock.

The sensation of his tightly pursed lips sliding all the way up and down my shaft was so overwhelming that I completely forgot about sucking Rick’s cock and instead arched my back and let out a groaning moan of pleasure.

I heard one of the girls say, “Holy crap!” and that brought me back to the reality of my situation. Rick pulled his mouth away and switched from sucking my dick to massaging my balls in his hands, and that gave me time to recover and get back into the give-and-take of our little game.

I took hold of his cock with one hand and propped myself up with the other, then took the tip of his long cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around to get it nice and wet, hoping that the added moisture would help me as I glided down the shaft with my closed lips. When I was about halfway down, I let go of his cock and used both hands to support the weight of my body as I inched my way closer to his pubes.

I was most of the way there when I felt his tip hit the back of my throat. Before I actually gagged on his cock, I made my way back up his shaft and took a deep breath.

“That was awesome, man,” he said from between my legs. “Keep going.”

Now that I was fully participating in the 69, Rick started sucking my dick again, not going all the way down this time, but still giving me the best blow job I’d ever had. It was only fair that I try to do the same, and this time I managed to get a little farther down his shaft than I had before.

After half a dozen attempts, I realized I was never going to get all the way down on Rick’s long cock. He didn’t seem to mind, though, and we continued sucking each other for a few more minutes more as the girls looked on.

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From my story "Morning Wood"

When I woke up and saw that the first light of dawn was creeping through the curtains, I was bummed that I had woken up early, but that feeling wasn’t going to last!

Just like the day before, it took me a moment to remember where I was, but this time I also wondered what the amazing feeling in my pants could be. My legs felt cold, and when I wiggled my toes I realized that the covers were off me. I looked down toward my feet, and in the dimness of the room I saw the silhouette of Scott’s head in my lap. Just at the moment when I looked down, his tongue began wriggling along the shaft of my hard cock as his head move slowly upwards and he sucked my dick with a suction more powerful than anything I had ever felt before.

It felt so amazingly good, so perfectly wet and warm and tight, that I was momentarily paralyzed with delight. I wanted to put my hands on his head and push him away, but my body betrayed me by remaining completely still. His lips reached the tip of my hard-on and he swirled his tongue around the head, then flicked it across the slit before plunging back down again.

I felt my hips thrust to push my cock deeper into his warm mouth, and when I looked down at him again, he was looking back up at me with his lips stretched wide around my shaft. Without breaking eye contact, his hands caressed my thighs, then moved down between my legs. He took hold of my balls and gave them a gentle but firm squeeze, then continued moving his mouth down the length of my shaft.

“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper as he fondled my nut sack.

Scott grabbed hold of the base of my cock and pulled it out of his mouth. He squeezed and stroked its wet length and asked, “Does it feel good?”

I couldn’t even answer as he jerked me off, and he took my silence as a “Yes” and said, “Then just lay back and enjoy it,” before again filling his mouth with my throbbing hard dick.

At that point in my life, I had been with about a dozen different girls, and I had probably had hundreds of blowjobs. Getting head was my favorite part of having sex, but I had never realized until that moment how lousy every blowjob I’d ever had actually was! Scott was an amazing cocksucker, and I realized as he blew me that I could never use that term as an insult ever again.

For the next amazing few minutes, Scott’s lips maintained a tight seal on my boner for impossibly long stretches of time, and he used that grip to maintain a perfect amount of suction as he sucked my cock. Every now and then, he would pause from sucking my cock and take my balls into his mouth to suck slowly on them, eventually letting them fall from his mouth one at a time as he stroked my cock with his hands.

When he returned his attention to my dick, he made expert use of his hands, stroking the length of me that wasn’t in his mouth with a firm grip that moved in the opposite direction of his mouth. He was doing so many things at once that I soon stopped paying attention to his technique and just let myself melt into the bedsheets to enjoy the sensation of his mastery over my cock.

He had been going at it for probably ten minutes before I first felt a finger travel below my balls and approach my asshole. I tensed up, and he must have sensed that I was uncomfortable with him going there. He never penetrated that seal, but he rubbed his wet thumb against my tight hole as he continued sucking me off. It felt amazing, and knowing that he wasn’t going to try and get inside made me relax again and enjoy the experience.

After a few minutes of rubbing the outside of my hole, Scott pulled his mouth from my balls and spread my thighs apart with his strong hands. He was rubbing my asshole with his thumb when I felt the pure pleasure of my first ever rim job. He replaced that probing thumb with the tip of his tongue, and as it slid back and forth, I could feel it past the outside edges and dipping inside my virgin hole. His tongue was so smooth and wet and warm that I didn’t object as he pressed it deeper, and he continued to jerk me off slowly as he ate my ass.

He continued rimming me for a few more minutes before returning his attention to my balls, and when he again tried to put a finger inside my wet asshole, I looked down between my legs at him and quietly said, “Don’t.”

He immediately stopped trying to finger me and somehow grinned with his mouth full of cock. He pulled away slowly, then licked the length of me, starting at my balls and moving up slowly, finally ending with a tongue-lashing of my tip. He looked up with a sly grin and said, “I want you inside me.”

I had been so entranced by the blowjob that the idea of fucking him had never even occurred to me. And that’s surprising, since my preferred method of intercourse is anal!

My high school girlfriend had been so irrationally paranoid about getting pregnant that she would only let me fuck her in the ass. I had been turned off by the idea at first, but she was the first girl I ever fucked, and my teen-aged horniness made me just go with it. It wasn’t until after we’d broken up and I’d had vaginal intercourse for the first time that I realized what a great gift she had given me. No matter how tight any pussy may be, it could never match the intense grip of an asshole.

Sadly, no other girl I’d been with after that first one had ever let me in her back door, and I had long ago resigned myself to having to get what pleasure I could from fucking a pussy. But here was Scott, offering his ass to me, and I immediately - and enthusiastically - answered, “Yes!”

The word was barely out of my mouth before Scott was straddling my waist. In my past experience with ass fucking, there was always a lot of build-up required to get her comfortable and loose enough to take my cock. With Scott, though, there was less than a minute of prep time before I felt his hand around the tip of my cock, guiding the head between his fingers as he spread his own hole open for me.

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From my story "Morning Wood"

When I woke up and saw that the first light of dawn was creeping through the curtains, I was bummed that I had woken up early, but that feeling wasn’t going to last!

Just like the day before, it took me a moment to remember where I was, but this time I also wondered what the amazing feeling in my pants could be. My legs felt cold, and when I wiggled my toes I realized that the covers were off me. I looked down toward my feet, and in the dimness of the room I saw the silhouette of Scott’s head in my lap. Just at the moment when I looked down, his tongue began wriggling along the shaft of my hard cock as his head move slowly upwards and he sucked my dick with a suction more powerful than anything I had ever felt before.

It felt so amazingly good, so perfectly wet and warm and tight, that I was momentarily paralyzed with delight. I wanted to put my hands on his head and push him away, but my body betrayed me by remaining completely still. His lips reached the tip of my hard-on and he swirled his tongue around the head, then flicked it across the slit before plunging back down again.

I felt my hips thrust to push my cock deeper into his warm mouth, and when I looked down at him again, he was looking back up at me with his lips stretched wide around my shaft. Without breaking eye contact, his hands caressed my thighs, then moved down between my legs. He took hold of my balls and gave them a gentle but firm squeeze, then continued moving his mouth down the length of my shaft.

“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper as he fondled my nut sack.

Scott grabbed hold of the base of my cock and pulled it out of his mouth. He squeezed and stroked its wet length and asked, “Does it feel good?”

I couldn’t even answer as he jerked me off, and he took my silence as a “Yes” and said, “Then just lay back and enjoy it,” before again filling his mouth with my throbbing hard dick.

At that point in my life, I had been with about a dozen different girls, and I had probably had hundreds of blowjobs. Getting head was my favorite part of having sex, but I had never realized until that moment how lousy every blowjob I’d ever had actually was! Scott was an amazing cocksucker, and I realized as he blew me that I could never use that term as an insult ever again.

For the next amazing few minutes, Scott’s lips maintained a tight seal on my boner for impossibly long stretches of time, and he used that grip to maintain a perfect amount of suction as he sucked my cock. Every now and then, he would pause from sucking my cock and take my balls into his mouth to suck slowly on them, eventually letting them fall from his mouth one at a time as he stroked my cock with his hands.

When he returned his attention to my dick, he made expert use of his hands, stroking the length of me that wasn’t in his mouth with a firm grip that moved in the opposite direction of his mouth. He was doing so many things at once that I soon stopped paying attention to his technique and just let myself melt into the bedsheets to enjoy the sensation of his mastery over my cock.

He had been going at it for probably ten minutes before I first felt a finger travel below my balls and approach my asshole. I tensed up, and he must have sensed that I was uncomfortable with him going there. He never penetrated that seal, but he rubbed his wet thumb against my tight hole as he continued sucking me off. It felt amazing, and knowing that he wasn’t going to try and get inside made me relax again and enjoy the experience.

After a few minutes of rubbing the outside of my hole, Scott pulled his mouth from my balls and spread my thighs apart with his strong hands. He was rubbing my asshole with his thumb when I felt the pure pleasure of my first ever rim job. He replaced that probing thumb with the tip of his tongue, and as it slid back and forth, I could feel it past the outside edges and dipping inside my virgin hole. His tongue was so smooth and wet and warm that I didn’t object as he pressed it deeper, and he continued to jerk me off slowly as he ate my ass.

He continued rimming me for a few more minutes before returning his attention to my balls, and when he again tried to put a finger inside my wet asshole, I looked down between my legs at him and quietly said, “Don’t.”

He immediately stopped trying to finger me and somehow grinned with his mouth full of cock. He pulled away slowly, then licked the length of me, starting at my balls and moving up slowly, finally ending with a tongue-lashing of my tip. He looked up with a sly grin and said, “I want you inside me.”

I had been so entranced by the blowjob that the idea of fucking him had never even occurred to me. And that’s surprising, since my preferred method of intercourse is anal!

My high school girlfriend had been so irrationally paranoid about getting pregnant that she would only let me fuck her in the ass. I had been turned off by the idea at first, but she was the first girl I ever fucked, and my teen-aged horniness made me just go with it. It wasn’t until after we’d broken up and I’d had vaginal intercourse for the first time that I realized what a great gift she had given me. No matter how tight any pussy may be, it could never match the intense grip of an asshole.

Sadly, no other girl I’d been with after that first one had ever let me in her back door, and I had long ago resigned myself to having to get what pleasure I could from fucking a pussy. But here was Scott, offering his ass to me, and I immediately - and enthusiastically - answered, “Yes!”

The word was barely out of my mouth before Scott was straddling my waist. In my past experience with ass fucking, there was always a lot of build-up required to get her comfortable and loose enough to take my cock. With Scott, though, there was less than a minute of prep time before I felt his hand around the tip of my cock, guiding the head between his fingers as he spread his own hole open for me.

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This is from my story "A Happy Ending Massage":

As I massaged his injured leg, I ran my hands along his skin, one on each side of his thick, muscled leg and Bryan let out another of those groans, but this one was accompanied by a sort of wriggling as he pressed his leg up against my roving hands.

“That feels amazing,” he whispered huskily, almost in a moan. I moved my hands up from his lower thigh toward his ass, and as my fingers approached the curve where his thigh became his ass cheek, he lifted his hips and shifted his body so that my hand was cupping his left cheek. It wasn’t aggressive, and at the time it didn’t even seem suggestive, so I did what a good masseuse does and massaged his ass. I gave both cheeks a firm squeeze, and Bryan moaned and shifted around on the towel. I leaned over and began massaging his other thigh, and the muscles there weren’t nearly as tight. I moved back and forth, working his bad thigh, then his good one, going all the way up to his ass each time.

Bryan was clearly enjoying my work, and I was several minutes into this more full-on massage before I realized how sexual it was. It hit me that I was kneeling over a nearly naked man, his balls covered in thin fabric but clearly visible, rubbing his bare ass with my hands, and he was groaning and moaning with pleasure while I did it! As that recognition came to mind, I felt an unexpected rush of blood to the erection growing inside my sweat pants. I had given hundreds of massages before, many of them non-sexual, but this was the first time that I’d ever gotten aroused from what I had thought was a purely therapeutic massage.

I must have become distracted by my own boner, because Bryan turned his head toward me and softly asked, “Why’d you stop?” His voice was almost a purr, and the sound of it added a little more stiffness to my hard-on.

“This isn’t weird?” I asked him. My hands had been lingering on his ass, and when I looked down at what I was doing, I felt the stiffness in my pants reach full strength.

“You’re making me feel good. Is that weird?” he asked.

“No.”

“And you’re enjoying doing it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it isn’t weird, is it? It just is what it is,” he told me.

I thought about that for a few seconds, my hands still on his ass cheeks. “You wanna keep going?” Bryan asked, flexing his ass muscles under my palms. The rush of blood to my cock answered for me, and my hands continued with their work.

I kneaded his tight ass cheeks, really focusing on them now, and they felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’d massaged plenty of ladies’ asses, and they were always soft and yielding to the touch. Working on Bryan’s firm, taut, muscular cheeks was a whole new sensation, and as I kneaded them in my hands, my hard cock throbbed in my loose fitting sweat pants.

Bryan continued to groan with satisfaction, and eventually my hands progressed upwards from his ass to the small of his back. I slid my palms under his t-shirt and used my fingers to work the muscles there, and the feel of his strong muscles beneath my hands was turning me on. I rubbed along the length of his back, pushing his shirt higher and higher up his torso as I went. When my exploring hands reached his shoulder blades, Bryan deftly reached behind him and slipped the shirt over his head and onto the floor in one smooth motion.

He was now lying below me in just the jockstrap, which offered no coverage to his firm body as I moved my attention toward his shoulders and neck. I was still straddling his leg, so I had to adjust my position to get closer to the top of his torso. I put one knee on either side of his waist, and when I straddled over his hips I could feel my erection press briefly against his warm, tight body, and my dick twitched in my pants when it touched him. He must have felt it pressing against him, because he arched his back up and ground his body against my crotch, wriggling just enough to rub my hard cock against my own groin.

I used my fingers to work the tension out of his strong, tight shoulders, and Bryan moaned, “Your hands are fucking magical.”

I mumbled, “Thanks,” as my boner throbbed once more against his lower back.

I felt Bryan’s body shift between my legs, and before I knew it, he was on his back, looking up at me and grinning slyly. He ran his hands along my thighs, slow but firm, up and down their length several times. He never broke eye contact, and that sly grin never left his face. I knew where this was going, and I knew that if I looked away he would stop. I could have ended the whole thing right there by simply turning my head, but I gave in to the temptation and felt his hands go to the front of my sweat pants.

My raging boner was struggling against my boxer briefs, and Bryan used both hands to stroke me through the layers of fabric. I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure, and he took that as a cue to continue. He traced the full length of my engorged shaft, and when his hand reached the tip, he pinched it between his fingers and thumb. He continued playing with the head of my boner with his fingers as the other hand traveled along my shaft until it was cupping my balls. He gave them a gentle squeeze, and it felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop.

Bryan had more in mind, and as I hovered over him, he put a hand on either side of my waist and yanked down my underpants and sweats. My stiff cock popped out and stood at full mast. The relief of being freed from my clothing made it throb, and a drop of pre-cum formed on the tip. He rubbed it away with his thumb before slowly stroking the whole length of my exposed shaft, and with each stroke he milked more pre-cum from my boner.

He leaned forward farther than seemed possible, and when I looked down at my cock, half of it was in his mouth. His tongue roamed across the underbelly where the shaft met the head, and the feeling of his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock sent a shiver of joy up my spine.

I was in the throes of pleasure when I felt his strong hands around my waist, and with impossible ease he lifted me up and had me on my back before I knew what he was doing. He was now kneeling between my thighs, spreading them apart as he proceeded to swallow the whole length of my hard cock.

Not to brag, but I’ve been told that I have a larger than average dick, and only two of the girls I’d ever been with had been able to take the whole length of it into their mouths. Bryan not only had me entirely in his mouth, but his nose was pressed deep into my groin as his tongue lashed my shaft. He made a swallowing motion with his throat that squeezed the head of my dick as he continued to lick the shaft. He moved his head slowly up away from my pubes, twisting and sucking as he went, then wrapping his hand around the part of my shaft that was no longer inside his mouth. He stroked my cock as he sucked it, moving up and down slowly and with a level of firm suction like none I had felt before.

He used the hand that wasn’t stroking my shaft to massage my nuts, and my whole body went limp beneath him as he proceeded to give me the greatest blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. I just laid there and let him have his way with me, reveling in the magical pleasure of his cocksucking expertise.

I have no idea how long I laid there and enjoyed the blowjob, but eventually Bryan took one last, long, slow, hard suck up the length of my dick. When it finally passed from his lips, it made a wet popping sound. I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at him for the first time in a while.

He was perched between my thighs, holding my wet cock at its base, and sporting a face-stretching grin as he looked right into my eyes.

“How was that?” he asked.

I was speechless, and all I could do was let out a huge sigh as I collapsed back down to the floor.

“That good, huh?” Bryan said with a chuckle. He was slowly stroking my cock as he sat up and told me, “I want to feel you inside me.” He licked the underside of my cock, never breaking eye contact, and a dribble of pre-cum oozed from the tip.

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This is from my story "A Happy Ending Massage":

As massaged his injured leg, I ran my hands along his skin, one on each side of his thick, muscled leg and Bryan let out another of those groans, but this one was accompanied by a sort of wriggling as he pressed his leg up against my roving hands.

“That feels amazing,” he whispered huskily, almost in a moan. I moved my hands up from his lower thigh toward his ass, and as my fingers approached the curve where his thigh became his ass cheek, he lifted his hips and shifted his body so that my hand was cupping his left cheek. It wasn’t aggressive, and at the time it didn’t even seem suggestive, so I did what a good masseuse does and massaged his ass. I gave both cheeks a firm squeeze, and Bryan moaned and shifted around on the towel. I leaned over and began massaging his other thigh, and the muscles there weren’t nearly as tight. I moved back and forth, working his bad thigh, then his good one, going all the way up to his ass each time.

Bryan was clearly enjoying my work, and I was several minutes into this more full-on massage before I realized how sexual it was. It hit me that I was kneeling over a nearly naked man, his balls covered in thin fabric but clearly visible, rubbing his bare ass with my hands, and he was groaning and moaning with pleasure while I did it! As that recognition came to mind, I felt an unexpected rush of blood to the erection growing inside my sweat pants. I had given hundreds of massages before, many of them non-sexual, but this was the first time that I’d ever gotten aroused from what I had thought was a purely therapeutic massage.

I must have become distracted by my own boner, because Bryan turned his head toward me and softly asked, “Why’d you stop?” His voice was almost a purr, and the sound of it added a little more stiffness to my hard-on.

“This isn’t weird?” I asked him. My hands had been lingering on his ass, and when I looked down at what I was doing, I felt the stiffness in my pants reach full strength.

“You’re making me feel good. Is that weird?” he asked.

“No.”

“And you’re enjoying doing it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it isn’t weird, is it? It just is what it is,” he told me.

I thought about that for a few seconds, my hands still on his ass cheeks. “You wanna keep going?” Bryan asked, flexing his ass muscles under my palms. The rush of blood to my cock answered for me, and my hands continued with their work.

I kneaded his tight ass cheeks, really focusing on them now, and they felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’d massaged plenty of ladies’ asses, and they were always soft and yielding to the touch. Working on Bryan’s firm, taut, muscular cheeks was a whole new sensation, and as I kneaded them in my hands, my hard cock throbbed in my loose fitting sweat pants.

Bryan continued to groan with satisfaction, and eventually my hands progressed upwards from his ass to the small of his back. I slid my palms under his t-shirt and used my fingers to work the muscles there, and the feel of his strong muscles beneath my hands was turning me on. I rubbed along the length of his back, pushing his shirt higher and higher up his torso as I went. When my exploring hands reached his shoulder blades, Bryan deftly reached behind him and slipped the shirt over his head and onto the floor in one smooth motion.

He was now lying below me in just the jockstrap, which offered no coverage to his firm body as I moved my attention toward his shoulders and neck. I was still straddling his leg, so I had to adjust my position to get closer to the top of his torso. I put one knee on either side of his waist, and when I straddled over his hips I could feel my erection press briefly against his warm, tight body, and my dick twitched in my pants when it touched him. He must have felt it pressing against him, because he arched his back up and ground his body against my crotch, wriggling just enough to rub my hard cock against my own groin.

I used my fingers to work the tension out of his strong, tight shoulders, and Bryan moaned, “Your hands are fucking magical.”

I mumbled, “Thanks,” as my boner throbbed once more against his lower back.

I felt Bryan’s body shift between my legs, and before I knew it, he was on his back, looking up at me and grinning slyly. He ran his hands along my thighs, slow but firm, up and down their length several times. He never broke eye contact, and that sly grin never left his face. I knew where this was going, and I knew that if I looked away he would stop. I could have ended the whole thing right there by simply turning my head, but I gave in to the temptation and felt his hands go to the front of my sweat pants.

My raging boner was struggling against my boxer briefs, and Bryan used both hands to stroke me through the layers of fabric. I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure, and he took that as a cue to continue. He traced the full length of my engorged shaft, and when his hand reached the tip, he pinched it between his fingers and thumb. He continued playing with the head of my boner with his fingers as the other hand traveled along my shaft until it was cupping my balls. He gave them a gentle squeeze, and it felt so good that I didn’t want him to stop.

Bryan had more in mind, and as I hovered over him, he put a hand on either side of my waist and yanked down my underpants and sweats. My stiff cock popped out and stood at full mast. The relief of being freed from my clothing made it throb, and a drop of pre-cum formed on the tip. He rubbed it away with his thumb before slowly stroking the whole length of my exposed shaft, and with each stroke he milked more pre-cum from my boner.

He leaned forward farther than seemed possible, and when I looked down at my cock, half of it was in his mouth. His tongue roamed across the underbelly where the shaft met the head, and the feeling of his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock sent a shiver of joy up my spine.

I was in the throes of pleasure when I felt his strong hands around my waist, and with impossible ease he lifted me up and had me on my back before I knew what he was doing. He was now kneeling between my thighs, spreading them apart as he proceeded to swallow the whole length of my hard cock.

Not to brag, but I’ve been told that I have a larger than average dick, and only two of the girls I’d ever been with had been able to take the whole length of it into their mouths. Bryan not only had me entirely in his mouth, but his nose was pressed deep into my groin as his tongue lashed my shaft. He made a swallowing motion with his throat that squeezed the head of my dick as he continued to lick the shaft. He moved his head slowly up away from my pubes, twisting and sucking as he went, then wrapping his hand around the part of my shaft that was no longer inside his mouth. He stroked my cock as he sucked it, moving up and down slowly and with a level of firm suction like none I had felt before.

He used the hand that wasn’t stroking my shaft to massage my nuts, and my whole body went limp beneath him as he proceeded to give me the greatest blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. I just laid there and let him have his way with me, reveling in the magical pleasure of his cocksucking expertise.

I have no idea how long I laid there and enjoyed the blowjob, but eventually Bryan took one last, long, slow, hard suck up the length of my dick. When it finally passed from his lips, it made a wet popping sound. I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at him for the first time in a while.

He was perched between my thighs, holding my wet cock at its base, and sporting a face-stretching grin as he looked right into my eyes.

“How was that?” he asked.

I was speechless, and all I could do was let out a huge sigh as I collapsed back down to the floor.

“That good, huh?” Bryan said with a chuckle. He was slowly stroking my cock as he sat up and told me, “I want to feel you inside me.” He licked the underside of my cock, never breaking eye contact, and a dribble of pre-cum oozed from the tip.

It's Saturday morning, and I'm stumbling back in from a run, lungs burning and skin slick with sweat. Jake's already in the kitchen, haunting the place like he always does.

"Hey, dude," I grunt, trying to catch my breath.

He's just standing there at the counter, wearing nothing but those grey sweatpants that always hang way too low on his hips. He's pouring orange juice with his dead-eyed morning concentration, like his brain is still trying to boot up. His hair is a total disaster, damp from a shower and sticking up in every direction. A towel is just draped uselessly around his neck.

"Oh, hey Leo. Good run?" he asks, flashing that big, goofy grin. "You look trashed, bro!" It's that goofy puppy dog look he gets, totally harmless but somehow intense. He watches me walk over for a second too long before his eyes snap back down to his juice glass, like he’d just realized he was staring. "How many miles was that?" he asked.

He takes a massive gulp of the juice, his throat working hard, then wipes his mouth with his hand. Those sweatpants aren't doing any favors for his modesty. The fabric is thin enough to show the heavy, thick outline of what's hanging between his legs. He doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn't give a shit.

"Want some? We've got like three cartons in the fridge!"

The apartment is tiny, one of those cramped two-bedrooms where the kitchen and living room are basically one room, and the hallway is a joke - two people can barely pass without touching. The morning sun is coming through the blinds in sharp, dusty slats across the linoleum.

"Nah, I'm gonna make a smoothie," I say, kicking off my shoes. I peel off my sweaty tank top, let it hit the floor, and pad into the kitchen to start hunting for ingredients. "We got any strawberries left?"

I can feel his eyes on me. He's watching the shirt come off, his gaze tracing the sweat-damp skin of my chest and stomach. He looks away quickly when I turn around, setting his glass down on the counter with a soft clatter.

"Uh, yeah. In the back of the freezer, I think."

He leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his bare chest. It's a bad move because now we're both standing there shirtless in this tiny kitchen, and the air suddenly feels hotter. I catch him looking south, checking out the way my running shorts are sitting low on my hips.

"You're all flushed, man. Must have been a hell of a run," he comments. He rubs the back of his neck, and I can see the muscles in his arms flex. The tension is palpable.

The fridge is humming its usual annoying death rattle. I find the strawberries next to some protein ice cream Jake had bought and promptly forgotten about.

He shifts his weight, and those sweatpants slip just a little further down.

"So, what's the move for today? You got any plans or what?"

"Nope. Just a lazy Saturday for me," I tell him. I grab the berries and some milk and start loading up the blender.

"You ever hear back from that girl you were talking to?" I ask, trying to keep it casual. "The redhead?"

Jake's face falls a bit. He scratches his jaw and lets out a dry laugh.

"Nah, she ghosted me. Left me hanging since Thursday. Typical." He shakes his head like it's no big deal, but I can tell he's annoyed. His eyes wander back to my hands as I'm loading the blender with fruit. "Whatever, she was kinda boring anyway. All she talked about was TikTok and her nails."

He pushes off the counter to grab that protein ice cream, which means reaching right past me. His bare chest is inches from my back, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. He stays there a second longer than necessary before pulling back.

"You want a scoop of this in there? It's chocolate fudge!" The proximity is electric and there's a weird, restless energy about him, like a dog that needs to go for a run but doesn't know why. "Lazy Saturday sounds perfect. We should just veg out, watch a movie or something."

"I don't know how you deal with girls, man," I say half-joking, holding out the pitcher from the blender. He digs into the tub with a spoon, dropping a messy heap into the blender. He's clumsy, dripping ice cream onto the counter and just ignoring it. "They seem like way too much work!"

"I don't know… Maybe I just like the attention, you know? It feels good when someone's into you." He pauses, the spoon still in the tub, and looks at me with those earnest blue eyes. He looks way too good for a guy who's acting this confused. "But yeah, it's exhausting. All the drama and the hidden meanings and trying to figure out what they actually want."

He laughs and dumps the rest of the ice cream in, then wipes his chocolate-smeared hand right on his sweatpants. He doesn't even care.

The blender is the only thing between us now. We're both shirtless, both sweating, and the morning sun is hitting Jake's abs in a way that's definitely not helping the situation.

"Maybe I should just give up on girls entirely," he says. He says it like he's kidding, but his eyes stay on mine for a beat too long to be just kidding. Then he punches my shoulder lightly, trying to reset the vibe. "So what about you? You're not seeing anyone. How do you deal with... you know, the horny stuff?"

"Boys!" I say with a grin. I hit the blender button and let it screech for a few seconds to let that sink in. "I gave up on girls in high school. Life got a lot easier after that." I take a huge swig right out of the blender pitcher.

Jake's eyebrows shoot up, and he lets out a loud, shocked laugh. "Damn, okay! Just gonna drop it like that?"

He watches a drop of the smoothie escape the corner of my mouth and trail down my chin. He's staring at it like he's mesmerized.

"I mean, I've thought about it." He swallows hard. "Messing around with a guy, I mean. Just normal curiosity, you know? Not like, gay-gay, but... you know." He says it fast, like he's purging a secret. His face goes bright red, and he starts looking out the window, avoiding my eyes, and adds too rapidly, "Not that I'm saying I want to do anything with you. That'd be weird. We're roommates..."

The kitchen is dead silent except for the fridge. Jake's sweatpants have slipped even lower, and there's no missing the massive, hard outline pressing against the gray fabric.

"Just forget I said that. Total brain fart." He was still looking at the window, jaw tight, a flush creeping down his neck.

"Dude, it's fine," I tell him with a grin. "Don't sweat it. You want some of this?" I pour him a glass and then take another pull from the pitcher. "So what do you actually think about? Like, what would you even want to try? Hand stuff? Mouth stuff?"

He takes a long sip of the smoothie, trying to get his face back to a normal color. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms tight like he's trying to hold himself together.

"I don't know, man. All of it, I guess?" He lets out a shaky laugh and runs his hand through his hair, making the mess even worse. "Like, the idea of sucking a dick is kind of wild, but I've definitely thought about it. And getting sucked off by a guy seems like it'd be way better than anything any girl's done for me, honestly."

He's just rambling now, the dam finally breaking. "And like, I've never had anyone mess with my ass, but I keep thinking about it. Is that weird?"

He finally looks at me, and there's something totally vulnerable in his eyes. He's breathing fast, his chest is heaving. Those sweatpants are working overtime now, the fabric is stretched so tight across his erection that it looks painful.

He bites his lower lip. "What about you? What do you like doing with guys?" His voice drops to a much quieter register.

"All of it!” I answer quickly. “But I really love sucking cock. It's like a total power trip, having that much control over another guy..." I take another chug, keeping my eyes locked on his. "And ass stuff is amazing, but it takes work. It's not like... you know, ready-to-go like a girl."

He chokes on his smoothie, coughing and laughing at the same time. "Bro, not while I'm mid-sip!" But he's grinning now, that cocker spaniel energy back in full force. His eyes keep dropping to my mouth, then snapping back up like he's trying to be polite. "A power trip. Huh…"

He shifts again, and those pants slip another millimeter. He doesn't fix them. He does casually reach down to adjust his hard-on through the fabric, thinking he's being subtle. The air in the kitchen is thick with all the stuff we aren't saying. The smell of Jake's body wash and my own post-run sweat are mixing into a heavy, primal smell.

"And the ass stuff, it really feels that good? Like, for real?" He takes another sip of smoothie, licking a drop off of his lip. "Cause I saw this video where the guy was just... losing his mind! I thought it was fake, but you're saying it's legit?" His voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper.

"Here's a fun secret straight guys don't know," I tell him, matching his vocal tone. "Almost every guy I've been with came the first time they got fucked. Sometimes just from fingers, without even touching their cock..."

Jake goes dead still. His mouth hangs open slightly, drink forgotten. He's looking at me with this intense, almost reverent focus. "No fucking way," he breathes. He swallows nothing and looks like he's just seen a ghost. "You're telling me a guy can just... cum from that? Hands-free?"

A bead of sweat rolls down his temple. Those sweatpants are hanging by a thread now, showing the deep V of his abs. His cock is visibly thickening, pressing hard against the fabric.

He leans forward, closing the space until the pitcher in my hand is the only thing between our bare chests. His voice is rough.

"So, you've done that? You've made guys cum just by messing with them back there?" His eyes are wide, his face raw and hungry. "What's it like? When you're doing that to someone?"

"It's the best! Watching a big, strong dude just melt because of my fingers? It's hot as hell." I tip the pitcher back and finish the last of the smoothie, slow and deliberate.

He's hypnotized, watching the thick liquid slide slowly into my mouth before I swallow. He's breathing through his nose, shallow and fast. A visible shudder runs through his shoulders.

"That's... fuck, man." He exhales and presses his palm flat against his stomach, right above the waistband, like he's trying to keep himself from exploding. His abs ripple under his hand.

The apartment is cemetery-quiet. Even the fridge stopped humming. Jake's cock is fully hard now, creating a massive tent in those gray sweatpants. He's not even trying to hide it anymore.

He bites his lip hard, staring at my throat. "So, you're like... really good at it? You've had a lot of practice?" His voice is at that basement register, the one he never uses around other people. "Because that video... the guy was just begging for it. And I kept thinking… I kept thinking I wanted to be that guy." He trails off, his eyes darting between my eyes and my mouth.

"We can make that happen, if you want.” I start rinsing out the pitcher in the sink, keeping my back to him for a second. “I'm definitely good at it. And that's maybe best part about guys. You just say what you want, and we do it. No games, no build up. Fuck, you don't even have to buy me a drink!"

He tenses up as he’s watching my back, watching the muscles move as I scrub the blender.

"Wait... You mean like, right now? We could do that today? You're serious?" He laughs, but it sounds breathless and panicky. His hand is on his bare stomach, fingers twitching. He can probably feel his pulse in his dick right now.

The water is splashing in the sink, such a normal sound for such a weird moment. Jake's reflection in the microwave is like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, trying to decide if he should jump. He takes a step toward me. Then another. The sweatpants make a soft swishing sound against his thighs.

"I mean, I'm not saying no. I just... I've never done anything like that before. With another dude." He's right behind me now, his chest heat radiating against my back. I can smell him, and it's making my head swim. "What do I even do? Like, where do I... where do you..."

His voice cracks. His hands are hanging at his sides, fingers curling. He's practically vibrating. "Just tell me what to do. I'll do whatever you want."

"Really?!?" I turn around and face him, grinning wide. "You really want to try this? Cause I need to shower first because I'm all gross from the run. But after that? Yeah. Fuck yeah!"

I put my hands on his upper arms and give him a little shake, feeling how solid he is. He doesn’t pull away or back down, so I decide to just get right to it. "Wanna kiss me first? Then I'll hit the shower."

His brain just seems to stop and his eyes get wide. My hands on his arms are sending shocks through him, and his cock twitches visibly against his pants.

"Kiss?" He says it like he's never heard the word before. He's breathing through his mouth, shallow and fast. He looks at my hands on his arms, then up at my face. "Like... on the mouth? For real?"

This guy has kissed tons of girls, but he's acting like this is brand new territory. His skin is burning hot under my palms, every muscle in his arms rigid. His chest is moving in quick bursts. A bead of sweat traces a path down his exposed sternum. He swallows so hard I can hear it.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let's do it."

His hands come up slow, hovering at my waist. Then he just goes for it, grabbing my hips and pulling me in with this reckless, athletic confidence. His mouth crashes into mine, clumsy and desperate. He's kissing me like he's trying to win a game, all enthusiasm and zero technique.

He pulls back after a second, panting. "Was that... was that okay?"

"Bro, chill out..." I lick my lips and look him in the eyes. "I know you gotta be a better kisser than that!" I chuckle and squeeze his arms reassuringly. "It's just like with a girl, but with a little more stubble on the lip! Relax. You know how to do this."

He lets out a shaky laugh, his grip on my hips softening. His thumbs start rubbing little circles against my skin without him even realizing it.

"Okay. Okay, I got this. I'm good at this."

He exhales, psyching himself up. His eyes drop to my mouth, watching me wet my lips, and his jaw clenches. His hands are warm and massive on my hips, his fingers pressing into the muscle with a grip that says he's ready, even if his brain is still catching up.

He leans in slower this time. His eyes stay open until the last second, and when our lips meet, it's softer. Still a little messy, but there's a natural instinct kicking in. His mouth moves gently against mine, his bottom lip dragging slowly across my top one. His fingers tighten on my hips, pulling me closer until our stomachs touch. A low, grumbling sound starts in his chest.

He pulls back just far enough to breathe, our foreheads almost touching. "Better?" he whispers. His voice is sharp and his hard-on is pressing so hard against my hip there's no way it’s accidental.

"Way better,” I tell him. “Use some tongue this time? Then I really need to wash off this stank!"

A cocky, boyish grin splits his face. "Tongue. Yeah. I can do tongue." He dives back in with more confidence, his mouth opening against mine. His tongue slides forward, tentative at first, then hungrier. He tastes like chocolate and orange juice, and his tongue finds mine with a groan that vibrates through both of us.

His hands slide around to the small of my back, pulling our bodies flush. The sensation of his hard cock pressing against my bare stomach through those thin sweatpants is unmistakable. He's running on pure animal instinct now.

He kisses me deeper, sloppy and open-mouthed, his tongue pushing past my lips with a wet sound. He moans into my mouth, his hips pressing forward involuntarily, grinding his hard-on against my abs.

Then he breaks away, breathing hard. His eyes are glazed, like he's drunk on the moment.

"Fuck, okay. That was... yeah, that was something else." He wipes his mouth with his hand, his chest heaving. "Go shower then. I'll be here. Obviously." He laughs, but his voice is shaking.

"Why don't you wait in my room?” I suggest in a fully seductive tone. “It's cleaner than yours, and I just changed the sheets." I move away, sliding my hand down his arm as I pass, then grabbing his hand and leading him toward my room. "Just give me a few minutes..."

He follows me like a dog on a leash, his legs not quite cooperating. His cock bobs with every step, painfully obvious, and his free hand keeps drifting down to adjust himself.

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It's Saturday morning, and I'm stumbling back in from a run, lungs burning and skin slick with sweat. Jake's already in the kitchen, haunting the place like he always does.

"Hey, dude," I grunt, trying to catch my breath.

He's just standing there at the counter, wearing nothing but those grey sweatpants that always hang way too low on his hips. He's pouring orange juice with his dead-eyed morning concentration, like his brain is still trying to boot up. His hair is a total disaster, damp from a shower and sticking up in every direction. A towel is just draped uselessly around his neck.

"Oh, hey Leo. Good run?" he asks, flashing that big, goofy grin. "You look trashed, bro!" It's that goofy puppy dog look he gets, totally harmless but somehow intense. He watches me walk over for a second too long before his eyes snap back down to his juice glass, like he’d just realized he was staring. "How many miles was that?" he asked.

He takes a massive gulp of the juice, his throat working hard, then wipes his mouth with his hand. Those sweatpants aren't doing any favors for his modesty. The fabric is thin enough to show the heavy, thick outline of what's hanging between his legs. He doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn't give a shit.

"Want some? We've got like three cartons in the fridge!"

The apartment is tiny, one of those cramped two-bedrooms where the kitchen and living room are basically one room, and the hallway is a joke - two people can barely pass without touching. The morning sun is coming through the blinds in sharp, dusty slats across the linoleum.

"Nah, I'm gonna make a smoothie," I say, kicking off my shoes. I peel off my sweaty tank top, let it hit the floor, and pad into the kitchen to start hunting for ingredients. "We got any strawberries left?"

I can feel his eyes on me. He's watching the shirt come off, his gaze tracing the sweat-damp skin of my chest and stomach. He looks away quickly when I turn around, setting his glass down on the counter with a soft clatter.

"Uh, yeah. In the back of the freezer, I think."

He leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his bare chest. It's a bad move because now we're both standing there shirtless in this tiny kitchen, and the air suddenly feels hotter. I catch him looking south, checking out the way my running shorts are sitting low on my hips.

"You're all flushed, man. Must have been a hell of a run," he comments. He rubs the back of his neck, and I can see the muscles in his arms flex. The tension is palpable.

The fridge is humming its usual annoying death rattle. I find the strawberries next to some protein ice cream Jake had bought and promptly forgotten about.

He shifts his weight, and those sweatpants slip just a little further down.

"So, what's the move for today? You got any plans or what?"

"Nope. Just a lazy Saturday for me," I tell him. I grab the berries and some milk and start loading up the blender.

"You ever hear back from that girl you were talking to?" I ask, trying to keep it casual. "The redhead?"

Jake's face falls a bit. He scratches his jaw and lets out a dry laugh.

"Nah, she ghosted me. Left me hanging since Thursday. Typical." He shakes his head like it's no big deal, but I can tell he's annoyed. His eyes wander back to my hands as I'm loading the blender with fruit. "Whatever, she was kinda boring anyway. All she talked about was TikTok and her nails."

He pushes off the counter to grab that protein ice cream, which means reaching right past me. His bare chest is inches from my back, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. He stays there a second longer than necessary before pulling back.

"You want a scoop of this in there? It's chocolate fudge!" The proximity is electric and there's a weird, restless energy about him, like a dog that needs to go for a run but doesn't know why. "Lazy Saturday sounds perfect. We should just veg out, watch a movie or something."

"I don't know how you deal with girls, man," I say half-joking, holding out the pitcher from the blender. He digs into the tub with a spoon, dropping a messy heap into the blender. He's clumsy, dripping ice cream onto the counter and just ignoring it. "They seem like way too much work!"

"I don't know… Maybe I just like the attention, you know? It feels good when someone's into you." He pauses, the spoon still in the tub, and looks at me with those earnest blue eyes. He looks way too good for a guy who's acting this confused. "But yeah, it's exhausting. All the drama and the hidden meanings and trying to figure out what they actually want."

He laughs and dumps the rest of the ice cream in, then wipes his chocolate-smeared hand right on his sweatpants. He doesn't even care.

The blender is the only thing between us now. We're both shirtless, both sweating, and the morning sun is hitting Jake's abs in a way that's definitely not helping the situation.

"Maybe I should just give up on girls entirely," he says. He says it like he's kidding, but his eyes stay on mine for a beat too long to be just kidding. Then he punches my shoulder lightly, trying to reset the vibe. "So what about you? You're not seeing anyone. How do you deal with... you know, the horny stuff?"

"Boys!" I say with a grin. I hit the blender button and let it screech for a few seconds to let that sink in. "I gave up on girls in high school. Life got a lot easier after that." I take a huge swig right out of the blender pitcher.

Jake's eyebrows shoot up, and he lets out a loud, shocked laugh. "Damn, okay! Just gonna drop it like that?"

He watches a drop of the smoothie escape the corner of my mouth and trail down my chin. He's staring at it like he's mesmerized.

"I mean, I've thought about it." He swallows hard. "Messing around with a guy, I mean. Just normal curiosity, you know? Not like, gay-gay, but... you know." He says it fast, like he's purging a secret. His face goes bright red, and he starts looking out the window, avoiding my eyes, and adds too rapidly, "Not that I'm saying I want to do anything with you. That'd be weird. We're roommates..."

The kitchen is dead silent except for the fridge. Jake's sweatpants have slipped even lower, and there's no missing the massive, hard outline pressing against the gray fabric.

"Just forget I said that. Total brain fart." He was still looking at the window, jaw tight, a flush creeping down his neck.

"Dude, it's fine," I tell him with a grin. "Don't sweat it. You want some of this?" I pour him a glass and then take another pull from the pitcher. "So what do you actually think about? Like, what would you even want to try? Hand stuff? Mouth stuff?"

He takes a long sip of the smoothie, trying to get his face back to a normal color. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms tight like he's trying to hold himself together.

"I don't know, man. All of it, I guess?" He lets out a shaky laugh and runs his hand through his hair, making the mess even worse. "Like, the idea of sucking a dick is kind of wild, but I've definitely thought about it. And getting sucked off by a guy seems like it'd be way better than anything any girl's done for me, honestly."

He's just rambling now, the dam finally breaking. "And like, I've never had anyone mess with my ass, but I keep thinking about it. Is that weird?"

He finally looks at me, and there's something totally vulnerable in his eyes. He's breathing fast, his chest is heaving. Those sweatpants are working overtime now, the fabric is stretched so tight across his erection that it looks painful.

He bites his lower lip. "What about you? What do you like doing with guys?" His voice drops to a much quieter register.

"All of it!” I answer quickly. “But I really love sucking cock. It's like a total power trip, having that much control over another guy..." I take another chug, keeping my eyes locked on his. "And ass stuff is amazing, but it takes work. It's not like... you know, ready-to-go like a girl."

He chokes on his smoothie, coughing and laughing at the same time. "Bro, not while I'm mid-sip!" But he's grinning now, that cocker spaniel energy back in full force. His eyes keep dropping to my mouth, then snapping back up like he's trying to be polite. "A power trip. Huh…"

He shifts again, and those pants slip another millimeter. He doesn't fix them. He does casually reach down to adjust his hard-on through the fabric, thinking he's being subtle. The air in the kitchen is thick with all the stuff we aren't saying. The smell of Jake's body wash and my own post-run sweat are mixing into a heavy, primal smell.

"And the ass stuff, it really feels that good? Like, for real?" He takes another sip of smoothie, licking a drop off of his lip. "Cause I saw this video where the guy was just... losing his mind! I thought it was fake, but you're saying it's legit?" His voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper.

"Here's a fun secret straight guys don't know," I tell him, matching his vocal tone. "Almost every guy I've been with came the first time they got fucked. Sometimes just from fingers, without even touching their cock..."

Jake goes dead still. His mouth hangs open slightly, drink forgotten. He's looking at me with this intense, almost reverent focus. "No fucking way," he breathes. He swallows nothing and looks like he's just seen a ghost. "You're telling me a guy can just... cum from that? Hands-free?"

A bead of sweat rolls down his temple. Those sweatpants are hanging by a thread now, showing the deep V of his abs. His cock is visibly thickening, pressing hard against the fabric.

He leans forward, closing the space until the pitcher in my hand is the only thing between our bare chests. His voice is rough.

"So, you've done that? You've made guys cum just by messing with them back there?" His eyes are wide, his face raw and hungry. "What's it like? When you're doing that to someone?"

"It's the best! Watching a big, strong dude just melt because of my fingers? It's hot as hell." I tip the pitcher back and finish the last of the smoothie, slow and deliberate.

He's hypnotized, watching the thick liquid slide slowly into my mouth before I swallow. He's breathing through his nose, shallow and fast. A visible shudder runs through his shoulders.

"That's... fuck, man." He exhales and presses his palm flat against his stomach, right above the waistband, like he's trying to keep himself from exploding. His abs ripple under his hand.

The apartment is cemetery-quiet. Even the fridge stopped humming. Jake's cock is fully hard now, creating a massive tent in those gray sweatpants. He's not even trying to hide it anymore.

He bites his lip hard, staring at my throat. "So, you're like... really good at it? You've had a lot of practice?" His voice is at that basement register, the one he never uses around other people. "Because that video... the guy was just begging for it. And I kept thinking… I kept thinking I wanted to be that guy." He trails off, his eyes darting between my eyes and my mouth.

"We can make that happen, if you want.” I start rinsing out the pitcher in the sink, keeping my back to him for a second. “I'm definitely good at it. And that's maybe best part about guys. You just say what you want, and we do it. No games, no build up. Fuck, you don't even have to buy me a drink!"

He tenses up as he’s watching my back, watching the muscles move as I scrub the blender.

"Wait... You mean like, right now? We could do that today? You're serious?" He laughs, but it sounds breathless and panicky. His hand is on his bare stomach, fingers twitching. He can probably feel his pulse in his dick right now.

The water is splashing in the sink, such a normal sound for such a weird moment. Jake's reflection in the microwave is like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, trying to decide if he should jump. He takes a step toward me. Then another. The sweatpants make a soft swishing sound against his thighs.

"I mean, I'm not saying no. I just... I've never done anything like that before. With another dude." He's right behind me now, his chest heat radiating against my back. I can smell him, and it's making my head swim. "What do I even do? Like, where do I... where do you..."

His voice cracks. His hands are hanging at his sides, fingers curling. He's practically vibrating. "Just tell me what to do. I'll do whatever you want."

"Really?!?" I turn around and face him, grinning wide. "You really want to try this? Cause I need to shower first because I'm all gross from the run. But after that? Yeah. Fuck yeah!"

I put my hands on his upper arms and give him a little shake, feeling how solid he is. He doesn’t pull away or back down, so I decide to just get right to it. "Wanna kiss me first? Then I'll hit the shower."

His brain just seems to stop and his eyes get wide. My hands on his arms are sending shocks through him, and his cock twitches visibly against his pants.

"Kiss?" He says it like he's never heard the word before. He's breathing through his mouth, shallow and fast. He looks at my hands on his arms, then up at my face. "Like... on the mouth? For real?"

This guy has kissed tons of girls, but he's acting like this is brand new territory. His skin is burning hot under my palms, every muscle in his arms rigid. His chest is moving in quick bursts. A bead of sweat traces a path down his exposed sternum. He swallows so hard I can hear it.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let's do it."

His hands come up slow, hovering at my waist. Then he just goes for it, grabbing my hips and pulling me in with this reckless, athletic confidence. His mouth crashes into mine, clumsy and desperate. He's kissing me like he's trying to win a game, all enthusiasm and zero technique.

He pulls back after a second, panting. "Was that... was that okay?"

"Bro, chill out..." I lick my lips and look him in the eyes. "I know you gotta be a better kisser than that!" I chuckle and squeeze his arms reassuringly. "It's just like with a girl, but with a little more stubble on the lip! Relax. You know how to do this."

He lets out a shaky laugh, his grip on my hips softening. His thumbs start rubbing little circles against my skin without him even realizing it.

"Okay. Okay, I got this. I'm good at this."

He exhales, psyching himself up. His eyes drop to my mouth, watching me wet my lips, and his jaw clenches. His hands are warm and massive on my hips, his fingers pressing into the muscle with a grip that says he's ready, even if his brain is still catching up.

He leans in slower this time. His eyes stay open until the last second, and when our lips meet, it's softer. Still a little messy, but there's a natural instinct kicking in. His mouth moves gently against mine, his bottom lip dragging slowly across my top one. His fingers tighten on my hips, pulling me closer until our stomachs touch. A low, grumbling sound starts in his chest.

He pulls back just far enough to breathe, our foreheads almost touching. "Better?" he whispers. His voice is sharp and his hard-on is pressing so hard against my hip there's no way it’s accidental.

"Way better,” I tell him. “Use some tongue this time? Then I really need to wash off this stank!"

A cocky, boyish grin splits his face. "Tongue. Yeah. I can do tongue." He dives back in with more confidence, his mouth opening against mine. His tongue slides forward, tentative at first, then hungrier. He tastes like chocolate and orange juice, and his tongue finds mine with a groan that vibrates through both of us.

His hands slide around to the small of my back, pulling our bodies flush. The sensation of his hard cock pressing against my bare stomach through those thin sweatpants is unmistakable. He's running on pure animal instinct now.

He kisses me deeper, sloppy and open-mouthed, his tongue pushing past my lips with a wet sound. He moans into my mouth, his hips pressing forward involuntarily, grinding his hard-on against my abs.

Then he breaks away, breathing hard. His eyes are glazed, like he's drunk on the moment.

"Fuck, okay. That was... yeah, that was something else." He wipes his mouth with his hand, his chest heaving. "Go shower then. I'll be here. Obviously." He laughs, but his voice is shaking.

"Why don't you wait in my room?” I suggest in a fully seductive tone. “It's cleaner than yours, and I just changed the sheets." I move away, sliding my hand down his arm as I pass, then grabbing his hand and leading him toward my room. "Just give me a few minutes..."

He follows me like a dog on a leash, his legs not quite cooperating. His cock bobs with every step, painfully obvious, and his free hand keeps drifting down to adjust himself.

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(Continued from Part 1)

I pulled my mouth away and continued stroking him. I thought he was done, but he released a few more bursts of cum before he finally finished and his cock began to soften in my hand.

Todd let out a long, loud sigh and asked, “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

I laughed and asked, “Was it good?”

“Fucking amazing, actually. Especially for a first try!”

“Thanks,” I replied, filled with an odd sense of pride at doing well at a thing I had never thought I would even do.

Todd took me by the hand and pulled me towards him as he sat up in the bed.

“Stand up so I can suck your cock,” he ordered, and I gladly complied.

I was surprised at how deftly he took my entire shaft into his mouth in one go. Only one of the girls I had ever been with had been able to deep-throat me, and that was only after a lot of effort on her part.

Todd had his nose buried in my pubic hair and my balls in his hands as he blew me, and the next two minutes were better than all of the hummers I had ever received, combined.

“You’ve got a really pretty cock,” Todd told me when he finally came up for air.

I blushed as he reached over to the side of the bed and rummaged in the nightstand for a moment.

He tossed a condom at me and said, “Put that on and fuck my ass.”

“Really?”

“Hell, yeah. I want you inside me.”

“What do I do?”

“Just pretend it’s a really, really tight pussy and do your thing.”

After I’d rolled the condom onto my stiff, throbbing dick, Todd produced a tube of lube and put a dollop of it on the head of my sheathed cock. He rubbed the lube all over my dick, then laid on his back, spread his legs wide and slid his own lubed finger into his asshole, making it shiny with lubricant. He locked eyes with me and continued playing with himself until two of his thick fingers easily slid in and out of that tiny little opening.

He pulled his legs up from the bed and spread them open to expose his glistening ring piece and firm, round ass cheeks. I got in close and rubbed the slippery head of my cock against his pink hole. I had never done any sort of ass-play before, and I was surprised and even a little disturbed to watch his hole widen as I rubbed my dick against it.

My first instinct was to push hard to get my dick into that impossibly small hole, but to my pleasant surprise, my lubed cock slid easily into his waiting hole. That first thrust buried about half my length and Todd let out a moan that sounded almost like a purr. The intensity of pleasure in that purring groan made my cock swell more than I thought it could have, and I pulled back and gave a full-force thrust that plunged my whole cock deep inside him.

He was right about it being like an impossibly tight pussy, but the feel of sliding my cock in and out of his tight, tight asshole was far better than fucking any vagina. The walls of his ass seemed to grip my cock like a fist as I plunged in and out, over and over again. I was almost delirious with pleasure as he squirmed and wriggled on the bed beneath me.

Every time I’d fucked a girl in the past, I’d always had to pull out and finish myself off in order to cum. Sometimes the girl would jerk me off or suck me to completion, but I’ve never been able to reach orgasm inside a girl’s pussy. Fucking Todd was a completely new and different kind of feeling, though, and after just a few amazing minutes inside his ass, I realized that I was going to cum inside of him if I kept it up.

Todd must have seen something in my face or sensed a change in my movements.

“You ready to shoot?” he asked me.

“I’m close, man.”

“I want to suck you,” he told me in a breathy voice, and the very idea of it almost made me shoot my load right then and there.

I pulled my cock out of his ass and tugged at the condom to get it off. My dick was so hard and swollen that the rubber couldn’t slide off, so I had to roll it back up my shaft, which sent a near-orgasmic jolt through my whole body.

Todd quickly swapped places with me, tossing me onto my back as he knelt between my thighs. Before he even touched my cock, he bent my legs backwards until my knees were on my chest, then thrust his warm, wet tongue into my asshole. He tongue-fucked me a few times, then replaced his tongue with his finger before he deftly deep-throated my cock.

He continued to finger me as he masterfully sucked my dick and played with my balls, all at the same time. His expert technique drove me crazy, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I wanna cum in your mouth,” I told him. That was something that I’d wanted to say to every girl who had ever sucked my cock, but I had never had the guts to actually ask for it.

Todd’s mouth was full of my man meat, so he could only answer with a muffled “Mm-hmm” as he increased the speed and suction of the blowjob.

He made one last, long, slow journey down the length of my shaft, and once the tip of my cock was buried deep in his throat he twisted his head and moaned, sending a wave of vibrations through my dick. As he pulled his head back and licked my shaft, my orgasm finally began and I unleashed a burst of cum that would have shot across the room if my cock hadn’t been in his mouth.

He began to swallow while he pulled back, and as I exploded into his mouth he continued to twirl his tongue around the head and underbelly of the last inch or two of my shaft that remained between his lips.

Todd swallowed the first several shots of my jizz before he did something that I’d only ever seen in porn movies: he took hold of my ejaculating boner, opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and looked up at me as I watched my cock spray shot after shot of stringy, white jizz into his open mouth. Most of my load landed on his tongue, but when he briefly closed his mouth to swallow, a few stray shots hit his face before he opened wide and continued to jerk me off as I came.

By the time I finally finished, Todd’s face was streaked with a few strands of cum, and my softening cock was bright red from all the attention it had received. Todd wiped his face with his hand and licked his fingers clean, then rose and gave me a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I had never kissed a man before, and it was far better than I would have imagined. It was passionate, but smooth and gentle, and his tongue had the salty taste of my cum.

We made out for a few more minutes, and then Todd rolled out of the bed.

“Shower?” he asked. I grinned and followed him into the bathroom.

We took our time and showered together, washing each other’s sweaty bodies and playfully horsing around under the warm running water. We traded soapy handjobs and made out a little more after we’d cleaned up.

When the shower was over, we got dressed and went out for a late breakfast.

That wasn’t the last time I was with Todd - or with a man - but those are stories for another day... 

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[All characters are 18+]

(Continued from Part 1)

I pulled my mouth away and continued stroking him. I thought he was done, but he released a few more bursts of cum before he finally finished and his cock began to soften in my hand.

Todd let out a long, loud sigh and asked, “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

I laughed and asked, “Was it good?”

“Fucking amazing, actually. Especially for a first try!”

“Thanks,” I replied, filled with an odd sense of pride at doing well at a thing I had never thought I would even do.

Todd took me by the hand and pulled me towards him as he sat up in the bed.

“Stand up so I can suck your cock,” he ordered, and I gladly complied.

I was surprised at how deftly he took my entire shaft into his mouth in one go. Only one of the girls I had ever been with had been able to deep-throat me, and that was only after a lot of effort on her part.

Todd had his nose buried in my pubic hair and my balls in his hands as he blew me, and the next two minutes were better than all of the hummers I had ever received, combined.

“You’ve got a really pretty cock,” Todd told me when he finally came up for air.

I blushed as he reached over to the side of the bed and rummaged in the nightstand for a moment.

He tossed a condom at me and said, “Put that on and fuck my ass.”

“Really?”

“Hell, yeah. I want you inside me.”

“What do I do?”

“Just pretend it’s a really, really tight pussy and do your thing.”

After I’d rolled the condom onto my stiff, throbbing dick, Todd produced a tube of lube and put a dollop of it on the head of my sheathed cock. He rubbed the lube all over my dick, then laid on his back, spread his legs wide and slid his own lubed finger into his asshole, making it shiny with lubricant. He locked eyes with me and continued playing with himself until two of his thick fingers easily slid in and out of that tiny little opening.

He pulled his legs up from the bed and spread them open to expose his glistening ring piece and firm, round ass cheeks. I got in close and rubbed the slippery head of my cock against his pink hole. I had never done any sort of ass-play before, and I was surprised and even a little disturbed to watch his hole widen as I rubbed my dick against it.

My first instinct was to push hard to get my dick into that impossibly small hole, but to my pleasant surprise, my lubed cock slid easily into his waiting hole. That first thrust buried about half my length and Todd let out a moan that sounded almost like a purr. The intensity of pleasure in that purring groan made my cock swell more than I thought it could have, and I pulled back and gave a full-force thrust that plunged my whole cock deep inside him.

He was right about it being like an impossibly tight pussy, but the feel of sliding my cock in and out of his tight, tight asshole was far better than fucking any vagina. The walls of his ass seemed to grip my cock like a fist as I plunged in and out, over and over again. I was almost delirious with pleasure as he squirmed and wriggled on the bed beneath me.

Every time I’d fucked a girl in the past, I’d always had to pull out and finish myself off in order to cum. Sometimes the girl would jerk me off or suck me to completion, but I’ve never been able to reach orgasm inside a girl’s pussy. Fucking Todd was a completely new and different kind of feeling, though, and after just a few amazing minutes inside his ass, I realized that I was going to cum inside of him if I kept it up.

Todd must have seen something in my face or sensed a change in my movements.

“You ready to shoot?” he asked me.

“I’m close, man.”

“I want to suck you,” he told me in a breathy voice, and the very idea of it almost made me shoot my load right then and there.

I pulled my cock out of his ass and tugged at the condom to get it off. My dick was so hard and swollen that the rubber couldn’t slide off, so I had to roll it back up my shaft, which sent a near-orgasmic jolt through my whole body.

Todd quickly swapped places with me, tossing me onto my back as he knelt between my thighs. Before he even touched my cock, he bent my legs backwards until my knees were on my chest, then thrust his warm, wet tongue into my asshole. He tongue-fucked me a few times, then replaced his tongue with his finger before he deftly deep-throated my cock.

He continued to finger me as he masterfully sucked my dick and played with my balls, all at the same time. His expert technique drove me crazy, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I wanna cum in your mouth,” I told him. That was something that I’d wanted to say to every girl who had ever sucked my cock, but I had never had the guts to actually ask for it.

Todd’s mouth was full of my man meat, so he could only answer with a muffled “Mm-hmm” as he increased the speed and suction of the blowjob.

He made one last, long, slow journey down the length of my shaft, and once the tip of my cock was buried deep in his throat he twisted his head and moaned, sending a wave of vibrations through my dick. As he pulled his head back and licked my shaft, my orgasm finally began and I unleashed a burst of cum that would have shot across the room if my cock hadn’t been in his mouth.

He began to swallow while he pulled back, and as I exploded into his mouth he continued to twirl his tongue around the head and underbelly of the last inch or two of my shaft that remained between his lips.

Todd swallowed the first several shots of my jizz before he did something that I’d only ever seen in porn movies: he took hold of my ejaculating boner, opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and looked up at me as I watched my cock spray shot after shot of stringy, white jizz into his open mouth. Most of my load landed on his tongue, but when he briefly closed his mouth to swallow, a few stray shots hit his face before he opened wide and continued to jerk me off as I came.

By the time I finally finished, Todd’s face was streaked with a few strands of cum, and my softening cock was bright red from all the attention it had received. Todd wiped his face with his hand and licked his fingers clean, then rose and gave me a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I had never kissed a man before, and it was far better than I would have imagined. It was passionate, but smooth and gentle, and his tongue had the salty taste of my cum.

We made out for a few more minutes, and then Todd rolled out of the bed.

“Shower?” he asked. I grinned and followed him into the bathroom.

We took our time and showered together, washing each other’s sweaty bodies and playfully horsing around under the warm running water. We traded soapy handjobs and made out a little more after we’d cleaned up.

When the shower was over, we got dressed and went out for a late breakfast.

That wasn’t the last time I was with Todd - or with a man - but those are stories for another day... 

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[All characters are 18+]

(Continued from Part 1)

I pulled my mouth away and continued stroking him. I thought he was done, but he released a few more bursts of cum before he finally finished and his cock began to soften in my hand.

Todd let out a long, loud sigh and asked, “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

I laughed and asked, “Was it good?”

“Fucking amazing, actually. Especially for a first try!”

“Thanks,” I replied, filled with an odd sense of pride at doing well at a thing I had never thought I would even do.

Todd took me by the hand and pulled me towards him as he sat up in the bed.

“Stand up so I can suck your cock,” he ordered, and I gladly complied.

I was surprised at how deftly he took my entire shaft into his mouth in one go. Only one of the girls I had ever been with had been able to deep-throat me, and that was only after a lot of effort on her part.

Todd had his nose buried in my pubic hair and my balls in his hands as he blew me, and the next two minutes were better than all of the hummers I had ever received, combined.

“You’ve got a really pretty cock,” Todd told me when he finally came up for air.

I blushed as he reached over to the side of the bed and rummaged in the nightstand for a moment.

He tossed a condom at me and said, “Put that on and fuck my ass.”

“Really?”

“Hell, yeah. I want you inside me.”

“What do I do?”

“Just pretend it’s a really, really tight pussy and do your thing.”

After I’d rolled the condom onto my stiff, throbbing dick, Todd produced a tube of lube and put a dollop of it on the head of my sheathed cock. He rubbed the lube all over my dick, then laid on his back, spread his legs wide and slid his own lubed finger into his asshole, making it shiny with lubricant. He locked eyes with me and continued playing with himself until two of his thick fingers easily slid in and out of that tiny little opening.

He pulled his legs up from the bed and spread them open to expose his glistening ring piece and firm, round ass cheeks. I got in close and rubbed the slippery head of my cock against his pink hole. I had never done any sort of ass-play before, and I was surprised and even a little disturbed to watch his hole widen as I rubbed my dick against it.

My first instinct was to push hard to get my dick into that impossibly small hole, but to my pleasant surprise, my lubed cock slid easily into his waiting hole. That first thrust buried about half my length and Todd let out a moan that sounded almost like a purr. The intensity of pleasure in that purring groan made my cock swell more than I thought it could have, and I pulled back and gave a full-force thrust that plunged my whole cock deep inside him.

He was right about it being like an impossibly tight pussy, but the feel of sliding my cock in and out of his tight, tight asshole was far better than fucking any vagina. The walls of his ass seemed to grip my cock like a fist as I plunged in and out, over and over again. I was almost delirious with pleasure as he squirmed and wriggled on the bed beneath me.

Every time I’d fucked a girl in the past, I’d always had to pull out and finish myself off in order to cum. Sometimes the girl would jerk me off or suck me to completion, but I’ve never been able to reach orgasm inside a girl’s pussy. Fucking Todd was a completely new and different kind of feeling, though, and after just a few amazing minutes inside his ass, I realized that I was going to cum inside of him if I kept it up.

Todd must have seen something in my face or sensed a change in my movements.

“You ready to shoot?” he asked me.

“I’m close, man.”

“I want to suck you,” he told me in a breathy voice, and the very idea of it almost made me shoot my load right then and there.

I pulled my cock out of his ass and tugged at the condom to get it off. My dick was so hard and swollen that the rubber couldn’t slide off, so I had to roll it back up my shaft, which sent a near-orgasmic jolt through my whole body.

Todd quickly swapped places with me, tossing me onto my back as he knelt between my thighs. Before he even touched my cock, he bent my legs backwards until my knees were on my chest, then thrust his warm, wet tongue into my asshole. He tongue-fucked me a few times, then replaced his tongue with his finger before he deftly deep-throated my cock.

He continued to finger me as he masterfully sucked my dick and played with my balls, all at the same time. His expert technique drove me crazy, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I wanna cum in your mouth,” I told him. That was something that I’d wanted to say to every girl who had ever sucked my cock, but I had never had the guts to actually ask for it.

Todd’s mouth was full of my man meat, so he could only answer with a muffled “Mm-hmm” as he increased the speed and suction of the blowjob.

He made one last, long, slow journey down the length of my shaft, and once the tip of my cock was buried deep in his throat he twisted his head and moaned, sending a wave of vibrations through my dick. As he pulled his head back and licked my shaft, my orgasm finally began and I unleashed a burst of cum that would have shot across the room if my cock hadn’t been in his mouth.

He began to swallow while he pulled back, and as I exploded into his mouth he continued to twirl his tongue around the head and underbelly of the last inch or two of my shaft that remained between his lips.

Todd swallowed the first several shots of my jizz before he did something that I’d only ever seen in porn movies: he took hold of my ejaculating boner, opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and looked up at me as I watched my cock spray shot after shot of stringy, white jizz into his open mouth. Most of my load landed on his tongue, but when he briefly closed his mouth to swallow, a few stray shots hit his face before he opened wide and continued to jerk me off as I came.

By the time I finally finished, Todd’s face was streaked with a few strands of cum, and my softening cock was bright red from all the attention it had received. Todd wiped his face with his hand and licked his fingers clean, then rose and gave me a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I had never kissed a man before, and it was far better than I would have imagined. It was passionate, but smooth and gentle, and his tongue had the salty taste of my cum.

We made out for a few more minutes, and then Todd rolled out of the bed.

“Shower?” he asked. I grinned and followed him into the bathroom.

We took our time and showered together, washing each other’s sweaty bodies and playfully horsing around under the warm running water. We traded soapy handjobs and made out a little more after we’d cleaned up.

When the shower was over, we got dressed and went out for a late breakfast.

That wasn’t the last time I was with Todd - or with a man - but those are stories for another day... 

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[All characters are 18+]

The first time I had sex with another man, we were both in our freshman year at college.

When I first saw Todd at the beer-pong table at an off-campus party, I was instantly drawn to him - he was easily the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was a little over six feet tall with a lean and muscular build, like a swimmer or a runner. He had shaggy blond hair and piercing green eyes that I found myself staring into from across the room. He caught my gaze and instantly flashed a sparkling smile before inviting me to join the game.

I’d had crushes on plenty of guys over the years, and even though I never would have admitted it to myself at the time, deep down I think I knew that I was at least bi-curious, if not bisexual. I had been dating girls since high school, and I’d had a very active and completely hetero sex life ever since, but my attraction towards men had always been lurking in the back of my mind. Meeting Todd that night brought all of those feelings back in a dizzying rush, and the more time I spent with him the deeper my crush became.

We laughed and drank and I made a few friends, but it was Todd that held my attention that night. He was one of those casually intense people who was so easy to talk to that you felt like you’d known him for years. By the time the party started to die down and people began trickling out, Todd and I were alone in the backyard with the remains of a keg between us, chatting and laughing like lifelong buddies.

I don’t even remember how the topic came up, but the conversation eventually turned towards relationships. He told me that he had just broken up with a guy that he had been dating back home, and it took me longer than it should have to realize that he had said “guy” and not “girl”.

“Wait, wait,” I drunkenly mumbled. “You’re gay?”

That was a shock to me. The only gay person I had ever known was a flamboyantly effeminate guy at my high school, and I guess that had become the stereotype that I unintentionally assigned to all gay men.

“No, no,” Todd said, “I’m bi”, as casually as if he was telling me what he had eaten for dinner. “But you’re gay, right?”

“No!” I said, much too defensively. “I like girls!”

“Chill out, man, it’s no big deal. I just assumed from the way you’ve been checking me out all night that you’re into guys.”

I was stunned into silence. Had I been that obvious? I wasn’t sure whether I should deny it or embrace it, so instead, I said nothing.

“Really, it’s not a big deal,” Todd assured me once more. “You’re really cute, and if you were interested, I’d totally be into it. If not, then so what, right?”

“Okay,” was all I could muster. Todd took my empty plastic cup and refilled our beers, and while I tried to recover my composure, I was overcome with a sense of absolute trust for this guy that I had known for all of four hours.

“Actually,” I said once he’d returned with our beers, “I might not be completely straight.”

“Have you ever done anything with another guy?”

“No way!”

“Because you weren’t interested, or because you were too scared to try?”

“I never really gave it that much thought. I guess I’ve never really had the opportunity.”

“Well, if I wasn’t so wasted right now, I’d bend you over that chair and give you the fuck of your life!” He laughed and gave me a playful punch on the shoulder.

The conversation moved on to other topics, and just as the sun was starting to lighten the sky, Todd announced that he had to go to bed before he passed out right there on the patio. I was far too drunk to find my way home, and Todd must have noticed as much.

“You’re sleeping over, right?”

“I guess,” I answered. “Where can I crash?”

“There’s a couch in my room. Come on.”

With that settled, I followed him through the cavernous house to his bedroom.

The first thing I noticed was that it was shockingly clean. I’m a pretty neat guy, but my own room was never so nice looking. It looked like a high-end hotel room or something out of a magazine.

Todd went over to the bed, removed the blanket and one of the pillows, and handed them to me.

“There’s the couch,” he said, pointing to a fluffy, over-sized leather sofa near the door behind me.

I made a half-hearted, drunken attempt to arrange the pillow and blanket on the couch before I sat down to take off my shoes, and when I looked up at him, Todd was already naked. His flaccid penis was long and thick, dangling from a neatly trimmed thatch of dark blond pubes.

I didn’t realize that I was frozen in a stare until he spoke again.

“I’m planning on sleeping in tomorrow. How about you?”

I tore my gaze away from his crotch and said, “I’ve got nothing planned.”

“God damn, if I wasn’t so drunk right now, we’d have a blast!” He grabbed his soft cock and waved it at me as he grinned that amazing grin. “But I don’t think I could get a boner right now if you paid me.”

“Me, neither.” I had never discussed sex so bluntly before, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

“Well, we can’t do anything tonight, but feel free to wake me up with a blowjob and we’ll see what happens next!”

“Okay,” I said, confused and exhausted.

I laid down on the couch and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow...

* * *

I woke up around noon, fully dressed and a little disoriented.

I looked around the room and saw Todd lying on his bed, face down, covered with a sheet that barely covered his naked ass. The sight of him triggered a rush of memories about our drunken night together, and I instantly got a raging boner. His joke about waking him up was running over and over through my head.

Despite my hard-on, I had to pee like a race horse! The bathroom door stood ajar across the room, and I quietly made my way to it. I had to stand in the dark lavatory for five minutes before my erection finally subsided enough to let me urinate, and once that was done I sat down on the john to think.

Had Todd been serious about hooking up with me? The very idea of it re-invigorated my softened cock, and as I sat there with my pants around my ankles, my boner popped up in my lap like a fleshy flagpole.

The toilet was right next to the door, and I cracked it open and peeked in on Todd. He had rolled over in bed, and the sheet that had barely been covering him was now down by his feet. He was sprawled on his back, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his firm belly. His cock and balls were on full display, and the rush of blood to my penis made me feel momentarily dizzy. Todd’s legs were spread apart, one out straight and the other bent at the knee, as if they were beckoning to me to crawl between them.

I was overcome with an undeniable need to put his cock in my mouth. Without another thought, I stood up, stripped naked, and walked straight towards the bed. I went to my knees at the foot of the bed and stared at his beautiful naked body for a moment, then crawled carefully onto the bed and between his spread legs.

It was the first time that I had been so close to another man’s cock, and it was a lovely thing to behold. It was thick and long, circumcised like my own, and the shaft rested gently across his completely hairless balls.

I laid there between his thighs, propped up on my elbows, and stared at his cock for a long, long time before I gathered up enough courage to touch it. I ran my fingertips along the length of the shaft, beginning near his neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair and slowly tracing my way to the head. It felt strange and familiar at the same time, and I was shocked at how smooth the skin was. It probably felt just like my own cock does, but touching the skin of another man’s penis was completely different than touching my own.

Todd remained sound asleep and flaccid as I caressed his dick a few more times, and that made it less intimidating to take hold of it and put the tip in my mouth. I probed it gently with my tongue as I closed my lips around the ridge of the head, and the first thing I noticed was the taste of it. It wasn’t like anything else I had ever had in my mouth, and the manly smell of him filled my nose and made my already stiff cock even harder.

I slowly moved my lips down towards the base of the shaft, running my tongue across it as I took more and more of him into my mouth. I got about halfway down before returning to the tip to start all over again, and with each attempt I went further down on his lovely cock.

I sucked him that way for several minutes, occasionally stealing a glance at his face to see if he was still sleeping. As he continued to doze, I took one of his hairless balls into my mouth and was surprised at how smooth the skin of his shaved scrotum felt. I had his soft cock in my hand as I pulled back on his nut with a sucking motion, and it unexpectedly popped out of my mouth with a loud, wet “plop”.

Todd stirred in the bed, and when I looked up at his face he had opened his eyes and was staring at me. His first expression was one of shock, of course, but that only lasted a few seconds before that gorgeous grin took over his face.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully as his cock swelled in my hand.

“Good morning,” was all I said before I filled my mouth with his stiffening rod.

As I felt the head of his cock thicken in the back of my throat, I felt a corresponding surge of stiffness in my own cock. In its flaccid state, I had easily managed to fit the whole length of him inside my mouth. But this time, before I could make one full journey from tip to base, he had become fully erect, and his length and girth were now too much for me to take all at once.

Now that Todd’s hard dick was inside my mouth, the idea that this blowjob was no longer just a fantasy almost overwhelmed me. This is really going to happen, I told myself, and the thrill of living out my fantasy made me determined to give him the best head I could.

I thought back to all the blowjobs I’d received in the past and how lousy most of them had been. The girls I had slept with in the past had never had much enthusiasm when it came to sucking cock, and that had always disappointed me. I was determined to at least do a better job on Todd’s gorgeous cock than any girl had ever done on mine, so I dove in with gusto.

I used my right hand to stroke Todd’s smooth, hairless scrotum, then cupped it in my hand and gently massaged his balls. He let out a satisfied groan and I made a deliberate attempt to play with his balls, stroke his shaft and suck his cock all at the same time. I must have  succeeded, because he said in a firm voice, “Oh, yeah, suck my cock,” and put his hand on the top of my head as he began pumping his hips in time with my sucking.

At first I was afraid I might choke on it, but he never pushed hard enough or deep enough to make me gag. After a few minutes I was able to relax my throat and enjoy the act of sucking cock, and I was able to take in almost the whole length on each of his thrusts. As I got more comfortable and knew that Todd was genuinely enjoying my performance, I immediately knew that this would not be the last time I sucked a dick - I was absolutely loving it!

“You better quit - I’m about to cum,” Todd said quietly.

I stopped sucking and used my hands to continue stroking him as I said, “I wanna make you cum, Todd.”

“Oh, fuck,” was all he said, and I went back to work.

I squeezed his balls a little more aggressively, but not enough to hurt him. He responded by putting his hand on top of mine and applying a little more force. “Like that,” he said, so I used a stronger, twisting motion to massage his balls as I used my other hand to stroke the entire length of his cock.

He got impossibly harder in my hand as I stroked his thick dick. I ran my fingers along the glistening shaft, moving from those close-cropped pubes all the way back to the head, pausing at the top to cover the whole mushroom cap with my palm and give it a twist before moving back down the shaft. I moved my hand along his throbbing boner, going faster with each stroke, and it wasn’t long before he was pumping his hips and fucking my clenched hand. The combination of my saliva and his constant stream of pre-cum made my fist slippery, so I switched hands to maintain the pressure as I jerked him off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Todd repeated, louder and louder with each thrust of his hips. When he finally began to cum, his dick was like an out-of-control fire hose. The first shot of jizz hit me on the cheek - it was warmer than I’d expected it to be - and that was quickly followed by more bursts, each one landing somewhere on my face. I was afraid I might take a shot in the eye (I had accidentally cum in my own eye once while masturbating, and that shit burns!), so I instinctively put the head of his pumping cock into my mouth.

He put a hand over each of my ears and fucked my face, shooting more and more cum with each thrust of his hips. It only took three or four of those huge bursts to fill my mouth to capacity, so I swallowed that load to make room for more. It had a salty, earthy taste that was sort of pleasant, and I swallowed another two mouthfuls before the warm spurts finally tapered off.

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But wait, there's more! (SPOILER: We fuck!)

Part 2 coming soon...