A gay story: In Bed with Housemate's Gay Cousin Disclaimer: All characters herein are above the age of 18. Any similarities to persons existing beyond the realm of fiction are purely coincidental. The views of the characters within are also not necessarily the views of the author, or of Literotica. This story is gay and has butt stuff. I think that’s everything covered… yup!
1.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked, no doubt with a dumbfounded expression plastered across my face. I was 25, sharing house with a younger workmate, and no stranger to the experience of waking up to the scene of many a laddish crime. This though…
I had known Ash, in a manner of speaking, for no more than a week. At the beginning of that week I was, for all intents and purposes, heterosexual. No sooner than the moment my eyes opened that fateful morning, I became aware that I was hard, that I was on the precipice of an intense out-of-the-blue orgasm, and that Ash – my housemate Jay’s nineteen year old cousin – was wanking and sucking me off with the passion and skill of a top tier porn star.
Before I could respond, out of the sheer shock of realising all of this in those few sparing seconds, and say something, I was succumbing to Ash’s slurping and slobbering oral ministrations. Before I could even submit to the fact that it felt way too damned good not to cum, I was spurting with abandon into his hot mouth, spurned on by the wet sounds of his sucking and swallowing every next squirt of cum that came and went.
Fuuuuuuuuck!!!
What the actual fuuuuuuuuck???
Wiping the sleep from my blurry eyes to little effect, I was just too dazed and confused to react in a way that might have been more typical of a lad that considered himself straight. Well, erm, the bi, gay, and shemale porn doesn’t really count, right?
Composing myself once my orgasm receded, the all-important question rolled shakily off my tongue. The head of my dick was still in his mouth. I was still hard. And I was twitching and pulsing like a hormonal teen. This was all really too soon, too confusing.
I felt the flat of his tongue slither along the underside of my confused boner, his small mouth stretched around me, cheeks hollowed, as he slowly began to release me from that silken and slippery vacuum.
Inevitably Ash and I separated with a wet pop, not a dribble or a drop to be seen. “Good morning,” he greeted with a coy smile.
2.
Blushing, fighting with all my strength to keep a straight face, I yanked on my briefs and bolted for the bathroom and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Jay’s bedroom door closed. I stopped dead in my tracks, chest thumping deep down. I heard the unmistakeable sound of Jay snoring. And then Ash crept up behind me. I played it cool.
“He came home and was out like a light before ten,” he whispered, giggling, like this was some kind of secret game or in-joke between us. I had every right to be mortified but I guessed that I could afford myself relief from the worry of him having heard his cousin sucking me off in bed.
Of course, Jay had worked a twelve last night – 6pm to 6am – and had come home knackered. We were working separate shifts lately, so while Jay was at work it had been my job to entertain his cousin.
Ash had come to stay until the mood had cooled off back home. Not that his dad was a homophobe. It sounded as though he’d accepted what was never going to change. But having an affair with one of your school teachers is news that gets around fast and doesn’t win over critics.
Jay being Jay saw the funny side. What’s the difference between a gay kid doing what heterosexual lads wish they were doing with their favourite female school teachers? Plumbing. That’s about it. But what I learned quickly about Ash was his propensity for sluttiness, not to mention for testing the heterosexuality of alleged straight men.
This left me with burning questions that I currently did not want answering, or even facing.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked, still sleepy and confused and feeling… well, not knowing how to feel.
“Long enough,” came the unhelpful reply.
I grumbled and walked away, locking the bathroom door behind me. I must have brushed my teeth for ten straight minutes that morning. Five minutes to wash my face, and trim and oil my goatee. When I returned to the bedroom to get dressed, empty now, I saw that it was barely half ten.
What the hell was I going to do with this kid? I prayed to a god I’d never even believed in that Jay would never know about this, because if he ever did I don’t know what I would do, other than to actually die from shame.
3.
I made my way down the stairs and beelined for the kitchen. The kettle was already boiled. Ash, all of 5’5″, 120lbs, and smooth-skinned as a teenager yet to hit puberty, despite his age, stood at the window smoking a cigarette as I tried my best to appear calm and casual while making coffee.
“Want one?” I asked.
“You’re not mad at me are you?” was his response, or more or less what he was hoping to find out before I changed the subject. What did he expect?
“That was…”
I did not have the words. I had a semi-erection though, and I instinctually tried to hide it by pressing my denim-clad crotch up against the cupboard before me. It just made me all the more aware, and all the more awkward for it.
What though? Answer the question, Chris!
“That was… ummm… unexpected.”
The bastard! The cute, adorable boy who had no business being cute and adorable in my eyes of all eyes – because as I said, I was completely 100% straight and in no way interested in waking up to a blowjob I couldn’t purge from my mind for how good it felt no matter how wrong – he just blushed and sort of smiled off into the distance, staring out through the window at the cloud-dotted blue Autumn sky.
I had to ask. No point in being a victim about it, despite being unable to consent, or to refuse what he had done to me.
“Okay,” I began, putting my foot down, but otherwise keeping my voice at a level that wouldn’t disturb the dead upstairs. “I didn’t drink or smoke that much last night and I don’t remember anything happening, or us talking about anything related to what I just woke up to. Mind filling in any gaps I might not be aware of?”
“Nothing happened,” Ash replied calmly, stubbing out his cigarette in the chrome smokeless ashtray we kept by the kitchen door. “We smoked a joint and watched Netflix. Then we went to bed and smoked another joint and we fell asleep listening to your chillout music…”
I nearly scalded myself pouring boiling water into my cup. “We smoked a joint… in my bed? I don’t remember… oh wait…”
Shit!
“You want a coffee?” I asked, unaware whether or not I had asked already. Ash politely took me up. I wiped down the counter, hands trembling, semi-on aching in my pants, and pulled another cup from the cupboard.
“You told me I didn’t have to sleep on the couch, you don’t remember?” he asked. He sounded genuine. I had no reason to doubt him. It was me suffering amnaesia, no doubt brought on by the shock of what I had woken up to.
“I’m sorry I’m being weird,” I compromised. “I did let you sleep with me, didn’t I?” I let out a nervous laugh. That’s right. I had let a gay teen sleep in my bed. The same gay teen that had been “jokingly” flirtatious with me all week. The same gay teen that had seduced his art teacher from school days past.
“Listen, I’m really sorry if I read you wrong,” Ash began to say. Judging by the pleading tone of his voice I started to feel bad for him. He was here all because of his sexual behaviour. Now in his mind he was probably resigned to going home with all the more burden on his shoulders.
“Listen, it’s okay,” I relented, this time managing not to spill boiling water everwhere as I levelled the second cup. “Two sugars, right?” Ash nodded. I continued. “You just need to understand that I don’t know if I sent signals I wasn’t aware of.”
“Apart from spooning me with a boner all morning and virtually touching me all over?” Ash replied too calmly for my liking. Again I was alone in my utter shock.
Self-preservation kicked in. I started chuckling uncontrollably. “Shit, I did that?”
The kid nodded, the corners of his small mouth tensing up into a covert smile. “You literally rolled onto your back and pulled your cock out. I thought you were signalling me to, you know…”
Yeah that sounded like me alright. I had chosen to wear briefs to bed purely because Ash was there. I slept more comfortbly naked any other time, but when I used to wear underwear to bed I woke up practically every day at full mast with dick in hand before I knew it.
Come to think of it, how did my briefs end up on the foor this morning? I wanted to know but I didn’t want to ask. Did he take them off me all by himself? I didn’t recall being disturbed from sleep before waking up to… everything.
My god the mental pictures! I found myself fixated on Jay’s cousin, all but penetrating him with my gaze, realising then that he was staring back at me defiantly, owning with complete ease the fact that he had sexually taken advantage of me.
“You liked it though, didn’t you?” he dared to ask. The nerve. I could have said no, purely on the principle that I hadn’t asked. But then I would have been a liar.
Fuuuuuuuuck!!!
4.
By 4pm that afternoon Jay was still dead to the world. Don’t ask me how but I hung around with Ash the rest of that morning and afternoon just as casually as if nothing had happened at all. Still, what had occurred between us still hung in the air.
I couldn’t quit the memory of what I had seen with my first blinking moments of the waking day. I couldn’t quit the memory of the sensations I had been subjected to. And despite being the straightest man I knew, without the slightest hint of homo, just raw primal manliness, I had surrendered to the fact that I just couldn’t be mad about it.
When the time came to get dressed for work, I left Ash with the XBox and £20 for food in case Jay decided to just sleep the whole day away, which I was no stranger to.
I was about to step out through the front door, car keys in hand, when I knew I couldn’t do it – not without clearing the air first.
“Hey,” I said quietly from over his shoulder, his eyes glued to the screen. “This is just between us, right?”
“Of course…”
I needed more than that. I wouldn’t even be able to do my job tonight for worrying about something like this. I needed assurance, security. “My number’s in Jay’s phone. You can message me if you need anything.”
I walked out feeling dirty. It wasn’t because of what happened that morning. It was because I didn’t know how to be forward without sounding cold about it. This was going to hang over me until we could talk about it more. Or something else happened. I just didn’t know.
5.
That next morning I was home just after 7am, sore, tired, starved, and just needing to unwind before bed. Thinking I was the only one awake in the house, I bypassed the living room and kitchen and went straight to the bathroom to shower.
Twenty minutes later, steaming and dripping water from my hard-worked naked body, I entered my bedroom to find a familiar face poking out of the duvet on my bed.
Ash. He was clearly awake. Despite the gloom, the dawn rays barely touching the blinds on the windows, I could make out his eyes, and the familiar curve of a smile on his mouth.
“Comfortable?” I asked with a dry chuckle. No point in being mad. There wasn’t much he hadn’t seen at this point, or had down his throat.
Ash nodded. I strode across the room in search of my cotton sweatpants, found them, yanked them on with the intention of returning downstairs to eat and relax before a well-earned sleep, and turned to leave.
“Wait a minute,” he said quietly. His duvet-camouflaged form rose to a sitting position on the side of the bed beside the open door.
“Everything okay?” I asked purely out of courtesy, though I was curious as to what this would be about.
I waited, and I waited, and it seemed after a long pause that the boy was purely intent on just sitting there looking up at me, almost adoringly. I was clearly tired and not thinking straight.
“I just need to know something,” he finally started. And I waited. “You never answered me. Did you enjoy it?”
“I didn’t have much time to enjoy it,” I whispered back, nervous again. “I woke up just in time for the conclusion.”
Ash smiled at that. Why did I feel like the fly in the spider’s web?
“Yeah well, we both know what the conclusion was, don’t we?” he asked, now grinning.
“Fuck off!” I chortled, pursing my lips in a failing attempt to maintain a straight face.
“I’ll let you go now,” said Ash as he played down his blatant sense of victory over me. If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought he was still attempting to feign innocence over the matter.
And of course at that point I suddenly didn’t want to go. I wanted to hang around and see what else might come up. I swallowed hard, felt my stomach rumble and fought hard to leave – still barechested and damp.
That morning I ate a hearty breakfast and drank my own bodyweight in tea and juice, and read the morning news, before going up to bed just before half-nine. Around the same time I heard Jay rumbling to life from within his sweaty pit.
Ash was still lying in my bed at that time. I was too tired to care. I closed my door, shucked off my sweats, crawled in naked, and dared to snuggle up to him, specifically pressing my not so flaccid cock up against his butt to see what his reaction would be.
He was naked. Completely naked.
Softly he chuckled under his breath before whispering, “surprise,” like it was my birthday or something. Regardless my eyelids were getting heavier by the second. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around him.
What had begun as a plan to repay the boy in kind, with much intended awkwardness, became more a matter of selfishness as the familiar and lovely sensations of my cooled flesh against his sleep-heated skin began to arouse me.
Obviously he must have been feeling the same things. Ash arched his back and pushed back against my growing hardness. I don’t know what was coming over me.
Well, no, actually I do. Temptation. Our bodies were responding to each other and meeting in a sleepy seductive dance and I could not claim that I was acting completely against my own will.
“He’s going to come in here and find you naked,” I groaned into his neck, inhaling his own soapy clean scent and appreciating it as though he was a girl, not a boy. His body felt feminine under the duvet, smooth and soft in the palms of my hands.
“Or maybe,” Ash then began to correct me, rubbing himself suggestively against the length of my now hardened pole, “he’s going to come in here and find us both naked and too turned on to want to stop.”
“Then we should stop,” I suggested, grazing the exposed side of his neck with my lips. The urge to dare myself – no, us – further, was freeing itself of my diminished self-control. I wondered what would be the response if I dared to kiss him as I caressed his naked form.
Ash turned his head to make eye-contact with me. “Says who?” he teased. By this point he was frankly simulating sexual intercouse with me while we spooned.
“I don’t want it to get that weird,” I confessed nervously.
“I know what you want,” he moaned seductively.
6.
Fear, excitement, the urge to see just how far this could go, the daring and temptation to actually go so far as to let us be found out like this – I didn’t know how to process it.
Sleep had been so close to taking me and yet Jay’s cousin was intent on having me first. Lost in the moment I once again found myself being gobbled up into Ash’s mouth, breathless and beside myself.
I’m nearly eight inches long, uncut, and firm-skinned. When I get hard I feel like I’m going to burst. Peeling back the foreskin to allow the glans to breathe feels and looks like I’m growing another inch and a half. Veins bulge thick and long. I tilt slightly north.
Ash’s thumb and fingertips barely meet as he wraps one hand around the middle of the shaft. The other squeezes me right at the base of the shaft and strangles the tip purple, and he handles me like someone who knows this dick better than any woman I’ve ever known.
The triple-threat is almost too much. Hands gently but firm, small mouth drooling and stretching around me, struggling to fit me in – all this courtesy of the kind of cute teen I’ve secretly masturbated to during lazy nights surfing the internet.
My heart was pounding in my chest so loudly as I lucidly submitted myself to Ash’s sublime sexual assault, I didn’t hear the heavy footsteps approaching the other side of the bedroom door until I was certain I was about to be brutally decloseted.
Then by some miracle the sound of Jay’s clumsy sleepy footsteps against the laminate flooring outside began to fade until we heard him sailing down the stairs.
“That was too close,” I gasped, eyes transfixed on the magnificence of my housemate’s cousin’s oral prowess. I was bathed from tip to shaft in saliva. His lips were gliding up and down on me effortlessly, the only friction belonging to the tastebuds of his tongue grazing the underside of my rampant erection.
“Aahhhhhhh,” was the only sound in the room for one endless erotic moment other than for the obscene wet slurping on his behalf. I was lost for words and lost in bliss. It didn’t matter at this point how wrong or how awkward I thought it was.
I had to admit I was beaten. Heart and mind won over. It was clear in his searching eyes that he knew this. Lay it down to experience. Ash knew exactly what he was doing to me. As I hung suspended on sensual tenterhooks he began to escalate in the use of every seductive trick in his slutty little book, communicating to me that he knew how much we both wanted this.
7.
I don’t know how I did it. I hadn’t gotten anywhere near the amount of sleep I needed to get through the next shift. It was horrible. I even got in shit with the line manager I was so clumsy and distracted that night. All I wanted was to go back home to bed.
The only certainty, if I didn’t die on my feet, was that the night shifts had ended for the next two weeks. At least for me. Jay, who was smoking pot and sleeping whenever he wasn’t working, was going to suffer all the more for it for the next fortnight. And as he slept all day and worked all night, it would somehow once again be down to me to entertain Ash.
The morning after that final night shift was the usual kind, except that I would have to grind my way through to early evening before sleep so that my sleeping pattern could readjust. As had become the usual routine, I would try to last until six in the evening, take my snacks and drinks to bed, and just power nap right through until the early morning alarm.
I got home, grabbed some sweats, showered, ate, chilled, and then pondered on the whereabouts of Ash. I didn’t have to wonder for very long. As I sat back in the deep couch, bare chested and just about cooled off, I heard footsteps descending the stairs.
The living room couch saw through to the kitchen. I followed the sound of footsteps out of curiosity, only to be greeted by his lithe body strutting into the galley to fetch a carton of juice from the fridge. Ash had nothing on but a pair of tight briefs. My curiosity grew. It wasn’t all that was growing.
With a sleepy smile he looked over his shoulder at me from the open fridge and asked if I wanted anything. I declined politely. Then he came over and seated himself cross-legged, right beside me.
“You look knackered,” he asked.
I was short with him, but not unpleasantly. “All that matters is it’s over… ’til tomorrow morning.” I blew an exhausted sigh at the TV screen, not even paying attention to what I was watching.
Fuck it, I thought. I paused the show, reached over to the novelty wooden cigar box we kept on the coffee table and flipped it open, and began to pull a joint together.
Ash remarked, “I don’t know how either of you work around the clock like that.”
My automatic response was, “until better comes along, we don’t have a choice.”
“What other stuff are you looking for?”
“Huh?”
“Like jobs?”
“I’ve gotten lazy to be honest.”
“My dad keeps saying it’s easier to find a job when you’re in one.”
“It’s less discriminate,” I retorted, which seemed to end our back and forth.
And in the silence I heard him unsheath the straw on his juice carton. I heard him penetrate the seal. I heard the length of the straw slide stealthily into the wet depths, and as Ash enveloped his lips around the straw and began to suck, I became unexpectedly overwhelmed by the odd eroticism of it all.
“Have you spoken to you mum or dad about things?” I decided to ask. Honestly I didn’t want to pry, I just needed something to ground me before I started thinking ahead of myself. I was already complicit quite enough. If things went any further…
“No but Jay did,” he replied nonchalantly. “I might be staying a while longer, if that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay,” I was quick to say. I looked him in the eyes, directly projecting the kindness I felt he needed, or at least hoping to. “You should think about doing something though,” I added. “All this sleeping and sitting around isn’t good for you.”
“Like what?” he asked solemnly.
“Well what do you like to do?” I probed, reaching for the cigarette lighter and lighting the beacon. As soon as I took my first pull I regretted it. Here I was telling this kid to do more, and I was going to spend the day half-baked in front of the TV. What a great example I was setting.
“Apart from the usual?” Ash asked me.
“The usual?”
“Sucking on a big cock?!” Obviously.
“I mean…” I stumbled, caught out by that bluntest of statements. “Technically what’s going on there? Are you ingesting more calories or burning more calories there?”
Ash turned from his usual fair-skinned self to an embarrassed beet red in response to that. That got a rise out of me in return. Finally the mask had slipped. I had broken through the cool and unfazed exterior. He didn’t know how to answer.
We laughed. We smoked. We pretended to watch television while the elephant in the room waved its trunk to and fro. I was very aware of mine becoming more constricted under my sweatpants. I didn’t dare remove my eyes from the TV screen though I couldn’t focus, but I was certain that he was looking and that he could clearly see how turned on I was.
“Can I ask you a question,” Ash asked then, breaking the heavy wall of silence between us.
8.
When Ash first turned up on our doorstep things weren’t so different. He didn’t seem like a kid that had the sword of judgement hanging above his head, ready to fall. There was no way of telling from his demeanour just what was going on in the family home.
As I said previously, the way Jay reacted to the news once he heard the top and bottom of it – his cousin being the bottom – was no different to if I had told him about my exploits with a woman. He was almost proud of his cousin, had no reservations for his sexuality.
I still wonder now if there was more to their family than that as a result, but I never scratch past the surface. Partially because I understand that despite how clear-cut things seem in theory, there’s often the facts that you don’t know, and without those facts you’re still just swimming around in the dark, blind as a bat and over-compensating with your ears.
There’s also therefore the things about yourself that you’re not aware of which play a part. Did I ever imagine that less than a week after meeting Jay’s gay teenage cousin that we’d be sexually involved?
A part of me did know, yes. Because a part of me was magnetised to him right from the start. In fact as much as Jay played the song and dance of loving and caring for his cousin, all he did since was sleep and work. It had been me all along, apart from one night on the tiles between the three of us, which was the night preceding the beginning of my journey into the reality of bisexual exploration.
On that night Ash and I had been virtually inseperable while Jay attempted to hook up with various women of dubious quality. We’d had a half-drunken chat outside a bar, smoking cigarettes and taking in the cool night air, when the question came up about my sexuality.
Ash had asked me if I was ever curious. I had whispered in his ear not to tell, and on his word my secret was safe with him. I had told him in so many words that I sometimes found the act of sex between two men attractive, though I didn’t know whether it was because I was particularly horny at the time or because I was genuinely wired that way and subconsciously still wrestling with it.
He told me, wise words in deed, that sometimes you just know, but then that sometimes you don’t know until you recognise the right opportunity to find out.
I read deeply into that and then my own reply was that I believed people don’t choose who they fall in love with, so they compensate a lot when it comes to who they choose to hook up with.
You know, typical druk dickhead talk?!!
No wonder I woke up the next morning with him in my bed, sucking the cum out of my reproductive pipes like a total slut. Drunk on nature’s truth serum, I had set myself up and palmed off all responsibility for my pissed self by default.
So there it was. Was I gay? Maybe not. Was I curious? No, I was beyond that boundary already. Was I hoping there would be more to this? Without a doubt, and I hoped he could read me just as easily as he had that night.
9.
“Of course, ask me anything,” I responded readily, maintaining eye contact with him.
“I kinda don’t know how to ask,” he faltered, though managed somehow to hold my gaze.
“Are you worried about what I’ll say?” I gently pushed.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he specified very carefully.
“It’s just us,” I said and waited.
“I mean, you say you’re open-minded,” he pre-emted, “but sometimes you have to be more blunt with the reality than people can take and that’s the end of it.”
Chris Glover, mental gymnast, weighs up the immensity of the situation from a handstand position atop his cognitive wooden horse, and pirrhouettes into a shockingly rational, “what?”
Again Ash blushed, seemed confused, or did he mistake my response for rejection? “Just say what you mean,” I assured him, chuckling dryly to mask my own rising awkwardness.
“There’s nothing between us, right?” he searched. I didn’t sense neediness. That would have changed everything. “Like, we’re just having fun, you know that?!”
“Admittedly I have been wondering and not knowing how to address it,” I confessed more easily than I thought possible. “But yes, particularly yesterday morning was definitely fun.”
I regarded Ash as his furious blushing cooled to a rosy pink and it seemed to soothe him. Did I expect the fiend within to become so emboldened as a result? No, but I was eager to see where this would go, and so I hoped.
“So,” he said and paused to calculate his words. The elephant in the room took a seat right between us. How else can I explain my own growing acknowledgement of the open space between us on that couch?
“So…”
“Do you think it would be more awkward between us or less awkward between us if we both decided to explore things further?” Ash pondered aloud.
Gravity fluctuated suddenly in the pit of my stomach, or maybe it was the sudden redirection of every bloodcell toward the babymaking department.
“How much further?” I had to ask. He obviously saw no threat or real hesitation in me at that point. And I wasn’t surprised or opposed by his climbing into my lap.
“Well let me ask you this way,” he said, eye to eye with me and barely inches away from my face. I could feel something hard pressing against my hardness. It wasn’t his erection. Ash’s hard-on was somwhere facing north-north-west and poking out of the band of his tight briefs. His firm bulging perineum was resting on the shaft of my hard cock, which was pressed firmly between us.
That hard something was nestled further around behind, between his firm cheeks, and I could feel as he began to gyrate against me that it was not of the natural human anatomy.
“It was pretty obvious to me yesterday morning in bed that, if we were alone and had the time, we’d have ended up fucking,” he presumed, reserving his wicked smile just behind the mask.
“Yeah?” I replied. I on the other hand couldn’t contain myself and smiled unreservedly. Ash nodded, himself warming all the more to the moment, despite clearly being on heat the whole week.
“And I know already that I’d have instigated it the moment I knew it,” he went on, gently grinding himself on me.
“And?” I knew there would be more.
“So really it’s just a question of whether that’d make things too weird, or if you’re past your curiosity enough to want to go through with it and enjoy it,” he concluded. “Because I am getting serious blue balls and my p-spot is so swollen because of it, and a thorough nobbing would really do the trick right about now.”
“What is that poking into me?” I had to ask. My curiosity was now peaked.
Ash rolled his eyes and exhaled deep and hard. My hands were caressing his butt by now, slipping in beneath the leg holes of his briefs to prise his cheeks apart. It was causing him serious distraction.
“I’ve been stretching myself all morning thinking about this,” he said, batting me a wink worth a thousand hints as his hand massaged the aching pole in my pants. “So…”
Could I handle it, he had asked?!
10.
“Don’t even worry about that,” I assured him as I took control. I had laid him down in my bed with care and such eagerness. He had reached instantly to grasp my fullness and attempted to guide me once again into my mouth. But I knew that if we started that way then I wouldn’t last as long as I wanted to.
Excitedly he peeled off my briefs with a glint in his eye. I returned the favour, pushing him down onto his back and then taking the time to explore, to caress his beautiful nakedness.
Just fun, he said. Nothing serious or weird, he said. He didn’t mind me kissing and licking my way up from his smooth shaven testicles to his nipples. He didn’t disapprove of me sucking on his hairless teats or seductively kissing his neck. So I rolled him up in my arms and engaged him in a long sensuous kiss, where we revelled in the sensations of each other’s naked bodies, and the breathless gasps that resulted.
Ash pulled away after a while. “We’ve got all day for that,” was his reason. Rolling onto his back again he raised his knees, bent, and parted his legs beside me, reaching down with both hands, and took a hold of the butt plug that had been stowing away inside of him all this morning.
With a slick pop it came free, coated in lubricant. Ash had come prepared, so confident was he that this was going to happen. The butt plug, a medium-sized black silicone deal, fell to the floor glistening with the anal lube he had applied in order to fit it in. And now he was hitching his knees further back and I was taking my place before the altar of timeless fantasy.
“You’ve done this before, right?” he sought. I nodded, now running the swollen head of my stiff cock up and down the cleft of his prized boy-pussy, as he called it. “I am not going to have a problem taking this,” he assured us both, grasping me by the shaft and guiding me right to the source of our mutual sexual gratification to come.
Gazing into each other’s eyes we smirked like two mischievous kids before the first wave of pleasure took us. First the tip, then the whole of my knob, I was gripped by fleshy elasticity, slippery and fever hot.
Ash groaned aloud and then uttered a chuckle, teasing me with, “the point of no return…”
His feet clamped down on the tightening muscles of my chest and shoulders. I pushed further, hands cupping his bottom, and raised him up so that he could see what I was seeing – me sinking deeper and deeper inside of him.
It was a revelation to me. I was impossibly hard. My body wanted this more than anything. I was using Ash’s lubed sphincter like the tightest pussy, teasing repeatedly with shallow jabs, patiently waiting for him to completely submit to me.
And it wasn’t that he was too tight even with the use of a butt plug. It wasn’t that I was too big for him. I literally wanted to seduce him into total surrender with my cock and own him like a true top should. A third of the way in, halfway, now finally sloppily sliding all the way in until he was moaning unreservedly and my balls were kissing his tailbone, I was embracing my official new sexuality through actions rather than words.
Finally certain that I wasn’t going to cum prematurely from the immensity of the moment’s eroticism I knelt with him socketed onto me and thrust in and out of him like a stud, enraptured by the exquisite snugness and suction of how we felt together in the carnal act of love, and with both hands I massaged his testicles and gently wanked his hard cock up and down.
Something was amiss. Not for me. I was in heaven. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, a very long time. Ash seemed frustrated after a while despite being one hundred percent into how courteous and loving I was trying to be. Like a fat kid in a candy store as the Yanks say!
Urgently he ordered me onto my back, seeing that I was beginning to exhaust, coming closer to my inevitable release. The first of many, so I’d hoped.
He climbed on top of me and squatted down, grabbing my throbbing length, and effortlessly sucked me back in. And then it was time for the craziest orgasm I’d ever been ridden to in my life.
All I recall was that as my mouth yawned open and I began to moan uncontrollably, I witnessed with my own eyes as his butt bore up and down the entire length of my slippery hard cock at a speed I didn’t think humanly possible.
I understood in short time why he wanted to show off such insane bedroom skills but it only occurred to me why else, as Ash moaned into my ear, “oh that’s it, fuuuuuuuuck, that’s the spot,” as he angled himself so that he could use me to abuse his own swollen prostate.
“I am about to cum and I can’t hold back anymore,” I groaned into his ear. I hugged him close and searched for his lips with mine.
“Ungh, do it!” he moaned.
“Yeah?”
“Do it, do it!” he urged.
“Oh fuck, here it comes,” I sobbed as I succumbed to the overwhelming pressure being sucked from the shaft of my erection to the bruised and bulging head. Suddenly I was crying out loud, as was the boy riding me into the next life.
I was coming back to my senses before my orgasm was even over, being bathed in a gallon of hot sticky cum as Ash shamelessly unloaded right on top of me. That, I immediately agreed with my automatic thoughts, was everything that was ever missing from a woman’s climax.
11.
I think we must have spent ten to fifteen minutes afterwards kicking the cum off each other. Just fun, nothing weird, yeah right!
We went at it again three more times over the course of that morning and afternoon, went out for a late lunch, and then came back and fell into bed for a power nap. We stayed awake kissing and cuddling instead.
In hindsight that was something bittersweet. It isn’t often, in my experience, that you can have that kind of carefree intimacy with a no-strings lover. But of course I had kept secret the fantasy for so long of having sex with the ideal kind of cute guy that Ash embodied. And when that had become a reality I was smitten and knew that I could very realistically fall in love too.
I say it was something bittersweet and then go on a tangent. I’m sorry. Towards 6pm that evening I was ready to pass out from exhaustion and racing to clean up after us, leaving no hint or trace of our very messy activities that day for Jay to question.
When he came home, looking particularly stressed and tired, it was Ash who asked him what was up. Apparently his mum had called Jay at work. She wanted Ash home the next morning.
Before I could hope to get a quiet word in he was sullen and clearly disassociating. I wouldn’t even be around to see him off the next morning and he wouldn’t talk to me. Deflated and frankly gutted, I gradually retired to my room and tossed and turned for the majority of the evening before sleep stole me.
I awoke with the alarm the next day. 4am. A rude awakening. The rudest.
I showered, dressed, made a paltry breakfast of coffee and toast, not daring to look through into the living room and the couch that Ash was sleeping on once more. With a heavy heart I turned out the lights and headed for the door.
“Wait,” I heard him whisper. I was now glad that the Autumn had taken back the wee hours to their rightful place beside the night. He wouldn’t see my stinging eyes as I fought back the tears I didn’t think myself capable of.
“I’m sorry,” he offered, keeping two feet’s distance between us, uneasy on his feet, his arms crossed.
“I’m not,” I responded as calmly as I could.
“Fine!” he said coldly.
“I didn’t mean that,” I almost shouted, my voice thick and wavering. “I’m glad you were here… that’s what I meant…”
Ash loosened his folded arms, shoulders stooped still. “I jusg wish I didn’t have to go,” he said, helpless it seemed for more honest words. But it said enough to me. He added, “not just yet.”
“Maybe you can come back,” I offered. Maybe he would want to. I didn’t know if that was the case. Was it really just no-strings fun? Was he really just a slutty gay kid toying seducing another so-called straight male? Or had he felt the same connection between us that I had?
It was too early. I was feeling down, uncharacteristically emotional, and I was too tired to think straight. “You’re always welcome as far as I’m concerned,” I assured him. Quietly he nodded, and it was somehow worse that we couldn’t even see each other’s glistening eyes in the darkness.
And then he slid into my open arms and, all too briefly, we hugged goodbye.
I never heard from him again.
The End
A Brief Afterword:
RIP to my junk. I got a pretty consistent boner during the making of this story, to the extent that I had to whip it out and pet it a little. Just to regain enough composure to finish writing before the evening was through, you understand?!
Some of you may feel that the end result is a bit of a mixed bag, a bit confusing in one area, a bit rushed in another, and not to mention anticlimactic. Allow me to explain. Yes, rubbing one out in the middle of a story is distracting to the author and therefore you should probably leave that stuff to the readers.
In doing so though I was also reminded that I had handled a large quantity of chopped fresh chillies in the making of my dinner earlier that evening and had forgotten to wash my hands afterwards.
So whereas you may feel that this story was not the most competent or original thing you’ve read today, and I would completely understand if you felt that way, frankly I think I did exceptionally well under the stress of having developed blue balls in those few hours and then having to complete the project with my dick on fire as well.
No validation necessary, I actually think that’s impressive if I do say so myself!