2017 gay sex stories: Change of Desire – by BibiMikey. Sex partaken between these fictional characters are consensual. Enjoy. I wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand, cleaning up any of the cum that had dribbled out.
2017 gay sex stories: Change of Desire
by BibiMikey
Genres: Fiction, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male
I sat up up on my knees, looking my latest escapade in the eyes. Well, at his eyelids since his eyes were still shut from the orgasm I had just sucked out of him.
“Did it feel good?” I asked, although I knew the answer. I just reveled in hearing that I was indeed, skilled.
He opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Hell yeah, you give great head.”
I rolled my eyes. I preferred to hear more, but I was getting used to the few words that many of these guys would give me after, or during, any form of sex I would have with them. I picked myself up and sat down next to him in the back seat of his car.
He turned his head to look at me. “Do you, like, want me to jack you off or something?” He asked as he flicked his eyes down at my crotch.
Rolling my eyes again, I sighed. “No, just take me back to my house.”
“Alright.” He said, relief evident in his voice.
I crawled back into the passenger seat, making an effort to purposely elbow his face in the process. I sat down with a smirk, satisfied with the small grunt he had let out. He followed suit, and started the car once he was situated in the driver’s seat.
Well, now that I’m staring out the window, and this guy is focusing on driving, I might as well give you some insight on what’s going on.
This isn’t the first time I’ve given a stranger a blowjob – nor will it be the last to be quite honest. I have that app – you know the app – and talk to guys on there regularly. The conversations usually lead to me blowing them in the back seat of their cars, or being fucked on their beds when no one was home, but I had no problem with that. No problem whatsoever, and I never had trouble with getting guys to screw me or what not.
I’m 18 years old and stand at 5’7″, I’m thin but toned and I have virtually no body hair, except on my head, which I keep short. The thing that catches most of the guys’ attention is my ass, which is my quality that I am definitely most proud of. Damn right I showed it off in my pictures. Why wouldn’t I?
I’ll admit that I’m somewhat of a slut.. Okay, I am a slut, but I wasn’t like this a year ago! If you had told me I would be putting out to about half a dozen guys over the course of a month, I would have told you you were insane. Like, for crying out loud, I was insecure as hell, and rather quiet. But getting fucked by a different guy over this past year quickly changed that. The past doesn’t matter anymore though and I was quickly brought out of my inner thoughts when he spoke up.
“We’re here.”
I exited his car with a quick goodbye and made my way into my house, the car reversing out of the driveway before I even shut the front door. I headed upstairs and pulled my phone out of my pocket. 1:33 AM. Oops, past my bedtime. Closing my bedroom door behind me, I pulled open the app.
“Ah, so his name was Chris.” I hummed to myself, my thumb pressing down on the block button. No, I didn’t block every guy after I had sex with them or whatever, only the ones who didn’t stroke my ego with enough compliments.
I pulled off my jeans and shirt and tossed them in my hamper. I grabbed a shirt I use to sleep in and put it on and jumped into bed, pulling the blanket over me. I set my alarm on my phone for the morning and placed it on the pillow next to me and closed my eyes.
…Fuck, I forgot to brush my teeth.
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My alarm buzzed and I hurriedly turned it off. I lazily looked at the time, reading that it said 6:50. I shot up from bed immediately, rushing to the bathroom. Apparently I kept pressing snooze, so now I was running 20 minutes late. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, hurrying back to my room to grab some clothes out of my closet. Once changed, I pulled my shoes on and ran out of my room, grabbing my phone and backpack before I headed out.
“Bye mom!” I called out to her as I ran down the stairs.
“No breakfast, Marc?!”
I had no time to respond. I couldn’t afford be late to school again.
> > > >
I parked my car in the student’s parking lot, noting that I had three minutes to spare before the tardy bell rang at 7:10. That didn’t make me feel any better though, and I still chose to run to the school, falling in line at the metal detectors. Once I walked through I didn’t have to check the time to know that the bell was nearing; there were kids running to their classes in fear of also being late to class.
Fortunately, my class wasn’t very far from the entrance, I only had to walk a few feet to get to my first period class. The first bell that emanated from the speakers throughout the school was usually heard by myself outside of the school, but today, I listened to it from my seat in class and- I’m gonna stop right there. I sound like a total loser.
Point is; I wasn’t late.
“Wow, you weren’t late today.” My friend Emma hummed from the seat next to me. I turned in my seat and looked at her, getting ready to speak, but she cut me off. “Damn, you look like shit. Long night?”
I shook my head and smirked. “Nah, he was actually pretty small.”
She shoved my shoulder and laughed. “Oh my god, shut up!”
> > > >
Emma wasted no time with asking what I had done last night once we sat down in the cafeteria. I tried avoiding the topic, but she wasn’t having it.
“It was nothing special, jeez.” I sighed, giving in. “I gave him a blow job and he dropped me off and I promptly blocked him.” She raised an eyebrow. “That’s it, I swear.”
“Whatever.” She said, her eyes narrowed. Turning her attention to her food, she continued, “Still, you already know I think you should stop.”
I groaned rather loudly. “Sure. Soon, maybe.”
> > > >
Soon.
Is that what I had said? That was a lie, because I was currently sitting in my truck in the parking lot of a park waiting for my new hookup to arrive. I was already growing impatient when my phone vibrated.
Aiden: you’re in the jeep?
Me: yep. are you here already?
Rather than receiving a text back, someone knocked on the window. Although I was taken by surprise, I tried not to show it. It was night out, but I stepped out of my car despite not ensuring that it was indeed him. I closed the door behind me and looked up at him, his figure towering over me by about five inches.
“Marc, right?” He asked.
I nodded and leaned back against my truck. “What’s your name again?”
Sorry, I had to pretend he didn’t interest me that much, but that was complete bullshit. I was tempted to immediately drop to my knees once I had gotten a good look at him. The pictures he had sent me did his body no justice in person. His muscles bulged in all the right places, and they were only accentuated with his semi tight clothing.
“It’s Aiden.” He sighed, brushing his jet black hair back. It fell back into place effortlessly, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
“Right. So, are you an exhibitionist or something, or are we gonna take this to your truck?” I muttered. He laughed loudly, the sound echoing throughout the empty park. I instinctively lunged forward and shoved him lightly. “Shut up, we don’t need people knowing we’re here.”
“As if two vehicles in an empty parking lot at night isn’t suspicious already.” He smirked. “Remember to keep it down when we’re in my truck, too, then. You look like you’re vocal.”
My face grew red at the comment, but I deemed it unnoticeable under the dim moonlight. He began to walk over to his truck, so I followed.
“After you.” He jested, bowing his head slightly while holding the door open for me.
I entered the truck, unable to help but smile at his lameness. I was situated on the other side of the back seat when he climbed in after, shutting the door behind him.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” He joked. “Quite roomy, isn’t it?”
“I guess. I’ve had bigger though.” I teased.
“Hope I can impress you then.” He smirked. “Do I have to play some romantic tunes in order to do so?”
“Oh, definitely. Lit candles would have also been a plus.”
He shook his head in amusement. “Come here.”
I scooted over to him, only to have him lean me back until I was laid down on the seat. He climbed over me and briefly looked down at my face before laying his lips on mine. That was all it took to ignite the heat within us. My hands found the hem of his shirt as we made out, pulling it up as he groped at my crotch. He pulled away momentarily in order to take off his shirt, but he was back to attacking my mouth as soon as he was done.
I pushed him away from me after a few minutes of making out and instructed him to sit up. Once he did so, I kneeled down in front of him as best I could and planted my hand on his crotch. Enticing a moan from him, he wasted no time with unbuttoning his pants and pulling them and his underwear down. His dick sprang out, standing erect already.
My mouth practically salivated at the sight, and I couldn’t help but ask, “How big are you?”
“Like, a little over seven inches.”
I gripped his dick with my hand and lowered my head to it. I breathed in, inhaling a mixture of his musk and cologne that emanated from his body. I pulled his foreskin back and gave the head of his dick a quick lick.
“Do you plan on teasing me?” He asked, his breath heavy.
I darted my tongue out once more in response, only this time, I circled the head with it. I flicked at the clear pre cum at the tip, relishing its sweet flavor.
“Do you like me teasing you?” I asked, sliding my hand up and down his dick.
He gave a breathy laugh. “No. C’mon, just blow me, please.”
Oh, whatever. I wanted him in my mouth already, too. I opened my mouth, engulfing the head first. I swirled my tongue around it a few more times. I continued the decent down his dick with my mouth, all while having my tongue run down the underside of his dick. He moaned, and I looked up from my work to look him in the eyes. However, they were shut in pleasure, his hands placed over the back of his head. I took him to the hilt, the tip of his head making its way slightly down my throat.
“Fuck.” He drawled, spreading open his legs even more as if to allow me more access to his member.
I raised my head from his lap, removing his dick from my mouth and replaced it with my hand as it slid out. Jerking him off a bit, I said, “Throat fuck me.”
Grinning in response, he waited for me to take him back into my mouth before placing a hand over the back of my head. He pushed down softly, allowing me to accommodate to his length once more. He pulled me off, and pushed my head down again, establishing a slow, but steady rhythm.
“Yeah, take that dick, dude.” He bellowed.
Seemingly having enough of the slow pace, he pulled me off halfway and thrusted his hips. His ass lifted off the seat, and his dick plunged into my throat, slightly gagging me in the process.
“Oh shit! Are you alright?” He asked, sitting back down.
His dick fell out of my mouth, and I responded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I actually find that hot.” I shrugged.
He snickered at my comment. “Get up.” I did so, and he tapped his lap for me to straddle him. “That’s enough for me, do you want me to blow you?”
My face flushed for the second time that night as I suddenly became self conscious of my body.
“No, that’s okay.” I stuttered. “Are you sure you don’t want me to finish you?”
He shook his head. “Unless you just wanna jerk me off?” He moved my hand over to his dick which was still very erect and between us.
He didn’t need to ask me twice. I began moving my hand against his dick, a moan quickly emitting from his mouth. I looked up from his dick and to his face, staring at the shadows the moonlight cast on his face. He was staring back at me, his mouth slightly ajar. He moved in swiftly, clashing his mouth with mine and clamped his teeth down onto my bottom lip. I groaned in pain, but I didn’t mind all that much. Instead, I focused on getting him off. I quickened my hand’s pace, the sound of pre cum evident in my movements.
“Oh, fuck.” He croaked. He clasped his hand over mine, and began moving my hand even faster. “Shit, shit, shit.”
His body gave a slight jerk, and I knew his orgasm was close. It only took a few more tugs before he exploded. He took my mouth in his once more, his moan drowned out against my mouth. I gave his dick a few last tugs, his body slightly spasming to my touch.
“Holy fuck, did that feel good.” He mused.
“I’m sure it did. You got some on the ceiling of your truck.” I looked up.
“Oh, no! Seriously?!” He asked, his face panic stricken.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I’m kidding.” I raised my hand to eye level. “I caught it all.”
“You ass.” He sighed and tapped me on my thigh. I took order and removed myself from his lap. “Do you want some paper towels?” He asked as he reached over to the front door and fished for some.
He turned back around, paper towels in hand. “No need for them.” I replied, lapping up the cum with my tongue as I made eye contact with him. I licked it all up and winked. “See? All clean.”
He stared at me for a bit before he snorted. “Your hand is still sticky though, loser.”
I took a paper towel from him and wiped my hand with it. “Well,” I began, fishing his shirt from the floor and handing it to him, “that was fun.”
I opened the door and stepped out onto the cement, and he quickly pulled his shirt on and followed suit. I was already walking away to my car though, but he still called out to me. “I’ll see you around, Marc!”
“We’ll see.” I called back, my back still turned to him.
He let out that signature cat call whistle as I walked away, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.
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I decided I’d give another series a try, since my previous ones “What I Wanted,” and “What I Desired” were both deleted. (Except one chapter.) I plan on making this into a longer series if this is well received. So, let me know your opinions, and any form of constructive criticism, or compliments are greatly appreciated. ALSO, if there’s anyone who would be willing to help me out with the sex scenes, I’d forever be grateful. Those are my weak spots. Thank you!