Cry About It: A Heartfelt Gay Sex Story Engulfed in Passion and Emotional Resonance
A gay sex story: Cry About It
All characters are 18 or older. Any likenesses interpreted by the reader are coincidental.
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“Brandon!” Kelly shouted through gritted teeth, followed by a yelp of pain. “That’s – URGH! – that’s the wrong hole!”
Brandon shoved in again, smirking behind his wide framed glasses as Kelly gasped and tried to pull away. His grip around her wrist tightened as he jolted her back inward, her curly brown hair bouncing so beautifully he just had to grab it.
“Ow, stop!” Kelly pleaded. “It hurts, take it out!”
“Fuck you, this feels great,” Brandon panted, picking up the pace in spite of Kelly’s cries.
Kelly grunted, but she didn’t move. She let Brandon finish before kicking him off and wrapping herself up in her discarded clothes.
“Fuck you, Brandon,” she cried, her mascara running. She clumsily tried to put her panties back on while Brandon leaned back on his bed, basking in the post-coitus afterglow. He had a smug look on his face as he watched through the dim light a small sliver of his cum trail its way down Kelly’s inner thigh.
“You’re lucky you’ve got a small dick, you gremlin,” Kelly spat out as she opened his dorm room door.
“Oh it wasn’t that bad, bitch,” Brandon barked. “You liked it!”
“Asshole!” Kelly yelled, slamming the door.
“Go cry about it!” Brandon shouted after her.
He let the quiet calm him before going to the bathroom. Brandon looked himself over, grimacing at Kelly’s comments.
“Gremlin…” he repeated, pushing up his thick brimmed glasses. Standing naked in front of the mirror, Brandon sighed. She was right…
Brandon was only 4’9″ with brown eyes, olive skin, and dark black hair. Dark black curly hair that covered his entire short body. His arms, his chest, his legs, all the way up to his round rump. Brandon gave himself a slap on the ass, watched it ripple. Like a girl’s ass, he thought.
Worst of all… small dick. 3″ flaccid, 3″ hard, with two grape-sized testicles. Brandon shook his head, trying to shake away the images.
He took a long shower and decided that in spite of everything, today had been a pretty good day.
The next evening, there was a timid knock on Brandon’s door. So timid, he first thought he may have been hearing things. He pulled his earbuds out, listening closely. Sure enough, there was another soft knock at his door, and Brandon beamed.
He bolted up off his bed and strode confidently towards the door. “So!” he started, raising his voice to be heard. “Back for more, are ya, sweetcheeks?”
Brandon opened the door, and his smile waned. At first, he didn’t really register what he was looking at. But being short all his life, he quickly gathered that he was staring at the torso of somebody much, much taller than him.
“You bet, Branny Boy,” a deep, masculine voice replied.
With a gulp, Brandon craned his neck upward. The guy standing before him must have been at least 6’11” with thick muscle covering his frame. He had ruddy, reddish-brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a healthy amount of stubble on his chin. He was smiling deeply, showing off an impressive pair of dimples.
Instinctively Brandon took a step backward, and the giant took this as an invitation to step inside. He nearly had to duck to get into the doorframe, but once he did he reached back and shut the door behind him. Brandon was now alone in his dark dorm room with this titanic stranger.
“Name’s JD,” he said, leaning down ever so slightly to extend his hand out to Brandon’s. They shook, and Brandon noticed the guy was taking care to not squeeze his hand too tightly. Even so, Brandon’s hand looked like a toddler’s cupped within his grasp. Brandon started to sweat.
“I live just down the hall,” JD explained, looking around Brandon’s room, poking his odds and ends with his long fingers. “Couldn’t help but hear you absolutely railing that girl last night. Congrats, dude!”
“Hey, yeah,” Brandon nodded, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat to help compose himself. He then puffed up his chest. “She was a uh… a wild one. Couldn’t get enough, the bitch… ya know?”
Brandon was trying to act cool, but he was failing miserably in front of JD. And the look on JD’s face proved it. He was solemn and no longer smiling. “Thing is… she didn’t sound like she was enjoying it.”
Brandon laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head and looking away. Anything to avoid that critical gaze JD was glaring at him. “You know how bitches are,” Brandon pleaded, trying to nudge JD with his elbow.
“Uh huh,” JD frowned, unconvinced. He paused a moment, then sniffed before letting out a short sigh.
“Listen, that bitch?…My cousin.”
A dark cloud seemed to pass over Brandon, and his face fell.
“She talked to me this morning, and imagine my surprise when I learned this girl I heard screaming and crying down the hall… was my cousin all along.”
Brandon didn’t say a word. He could barely hear JD over the sound of his heart beating out of his chest.
“So… to make a long story short,” JD continued, positioning himself in front of Brandon. “I just stopped by to, y’know… make sure that you’re sorry.”
There was silence.
“I’m sorry,” Brandon whispered, staring at the floor.
“What was that?”
“I’m sorry!” Brandon still wouldn’t meet his gaze.
JD huffed. “As if you’d get off that easy. No.” JD took Brandon’s face into his palm and lifted his eyes upward. Hoisted up like this, Brandon was nearly standing on tip-toe, and he grabbed both hands onto JD’s muscled wrist to keep balance.
“First, you’re gonna suck my cock.”
More silence. This time Brandon knew better than to look away. He watched JD’s green eyes look him over, a bemused grin playing across his face, like a lion playing with a mouse.
“I’m not gay…” Brandon murmured, putting up his last defense.
“Pfft!” JD spat, shoving Brandon down onto his bed. Sitting like that, he was now eye-level with JD’s crotch. “Don’t you know, dude? It’s only gay if our balls touch.”
Brandon swallowed, fear gripping his throat closed.
“Well, come on, Branny Boy, I ain’t got all night.” With that, JD pulled away his gray sweatpants and flung them to one side. Brandon looked straight ahead, saw the bulge bursting at the seams there, and decided he did not want JD’s balls anywhere NEAR him. Although, it wasn’t looking like he had much of a choice.
Brandon hesitated. “What… what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to prove to me that you can use that mouth to do some good for a change.” JD hooked his thumb around the band of his boxers, letting it snap back against his tone, freckled skin. “Do everything I tell you to,” JD clarified, snapping his waistband for emphasis. SNAP! “And me and my cousin…” SNAP! “…will forget everything that happened here.” SNAP! “Understand?”
Brandon swallowed. Hard. “How do I start?”
The smirk that crossed darkly over JD’s lips was haunting, and Brandon had to swallow his courage a second time. JD slowly took Brandon’s glasses between his fingers, gingerly folded them up, then placed them on top of the dorm room cabinet – a place Brandon could never reach without standing on a chair.