A gay story: People Can Only Label Themselves 1
I don’t know what other people do when they graduate college. I suppose they just try to make a break for where they’re hoping to get to, otherwise fall in line with the way their life is shaping up, if they don’t just go back home to mom and dad.
Myself I was twenty-one when I graduated and I was lucky enough to have a permanent job, though not the job I was studying for. Regardless I chose to keep renting the two bedroom apartment that I shared with my buddy Richard. I didn’t have a girlfriend. He was gay and didn’t have a boyfriend, but he had a job that he was content with – same as me – so we both stuck around.
If anything we were sort of extending the frat brother experience, if not orienting ourselves to integrate into the world.
So I’m twenty-one and out of college. That’s enough about me. Let me tell you about Richard, who’s the straightest gay twenty-two year old I know. Because he’s the only gay person I ever knew, that makes him the straightest gay in the world.
Richard’s greatest adversity in life is that he’s too good looking to be gay. Sadly the only gay people he’s encountered so far in this city are either ugly (his words, not mine) or too gay, which I don’t yet understand. Maybe when we’re older he’ll get luckier and I’ll get wiser, but so far his stories of his sexual experiences so far either involve the filthiest and most sordid incidents imaginable, or kiss and tell tales of straight conquests.
Richard, an athletic and tan kid of eastern and southern European blood, neither acts straight or gay, but unless he’s talking about the men he’s had sex with, you wouldn’t know it. He’s a sensible and considerate guy, doesn’t play mind-games with people, and he just approaches everybody with a very honest, polite and straightforward manner.
He’s also pretty loyal for a guy who admits that he isn’t your best buddy. He just looks out for his own. I’ve learned a lot more from him than maybe even he knows.
Richard also likes to watch straight porn for some reason. I don’t know why, because he isn’t into women at all. He isn’t put off by them though. Once I joked that he was probably just watching the guy’s dick and balls work and he just gave me a frank kinda look and shrugged, saying, ‘obviously!’
He could sit there all afternoon or evening just watching pussy and ass being pounded, though, with a beer in his hand. Every now and then I’d give him a glimpse to see if he was feeling okay. I wondered somehow that maybe he was depressed.
Sometimes I’d throw in another comment like, ‘not switching teams are ya?’ and again I’d get that same frank look. I got the same when I asked him if he thought women faked pleasure when they were receiving anal.
Richard was a dude though. He had a strong sense of irony that I liked. It reminded me that he was in fact wise beyond his years, if not just older than he should have been. His dad had all but disowned him when he found out about his sexual orientation. That had to hurt, though hopefully he’d come around and learn to keep his nose out of other people’s dirty laundry.
2
We were a few months out of college and neither of us was getting any luck with our preferred genders. I know what his situation was. I knew that mine was mostly a lack of interest in starting a relationship, which seemed to be what all girls wanted at the time. Between me and Rich watching porn almost every night and me going to work frustrated every day, I was only getting more wound up and then coming home stressed out and too tired to look for hook-ups.
It struck me at some point that whereas he was watching porn that didn’t do much for him, I was seeing almost every day what did do it for me. Why did I have to suffer. One evening when I found him drinking in front of the TV watching porn, yet again, I brought him up on it.
‘Rich,’ I said, ‘you don’t even like girls, but I never catch you watching gay porn.’
That same frank look came across. ‘Does it bother you that there isn’t gay porn on the TV?’ he asked and smirked. His eyes didn’t leave mine for about five seconds before I tried to remember what it was I was observing here.
‘I wouldn’t have a huge problem if you’d rather watch two dudes butt-slammin’,’ I said, and immediately realised that what I’d said would be used against me.
Rich laughed and asked, ‘are you sure about that?’ Yup, he’d found the sexual innuendo, but that sort of gave me cause to make my case.
‘It’s just that I’m the one walking around all day with nothing on my mind but fucking and you’re… well… doesn’t it bother you to be watching porn that isn’t even of your preference?’
‘Fucking is my preference too, you know,’ Rich stated smartly. ‘I think all day and all night of the fucking I’d like to be getting. I’m not getting it, though, so…’
‘Neither am I,’ I reminded him. We both duly nodded in recognition of our shared dilemma and toasted with a beer to the Born Again Virgins Club as we aptly named it. ‘I’m just saying that if you wanted to watch some man on man action…’
Rich laughed childishly at that, cutting me off over and over.
‘Nah, shut up, whatever you call it. Gay sex-
‘No, dude, it’s just sex. There’s no gay before it-
‘Surely there is if you’re gay,’ I argued.
Again Rich laughed. ‘Yeah I wake up as a gay guy every day and I say to myself, “why you know what I’d really be partial to today? I think I’d like me some gay sex!”‘
‘Just saying though, man,’ I stuttered, ‘watch your porn and pull one off if you have to.’
There was a silence for a while. It wasn’t really that awkward except for the notably long time that Rich and I locked eyes and just sat staring at each other. ‘Okay,’ he suddenly piped up and leapt off the couch, bounding for his bedroom. ‘I am going to introduce you to one of my favourite all time gay pornos,’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘This movie leaves me dying to get fucked every time, without fail. So are we sitting comfortably?’
Was I hell?!! ‘Well since you put it like that,’ I replied a little sarcastically. And then the disc disappeared into the player. ‘Rich,’ I started in the silence, ‘is there like something I should do before I watch gay porn?’
‘Like what?’ He frowned with a queer little smile on his lips.
‘Like should I poop and go to church or something?’
Rich’s sardonic laughter started and didn’t stop for a good ten seconds. Weapon of Mass Gayness defused, maybe I could go on without feeling like I’d made a terrible mistake now. My god though, the quality of gay porn compared to some of the alleged professional studio shit I’d seen. I wasn’t prepared for what Helix Studios had presented us with.
3
Two fit fair-haired boys about our age are getting it on like nobody’s business and I note how sensual and seductive they are. I find myself thinking about how they look like they couldn’t intimidate a fucking kitten. They’re gay alright. They’re gayer than Liberace riding a fucking unicorn, but at the same time they could be just any teen next door.
There’s more passion in the first scene of this movie than I’ve seen between a thousand of the other movies Rich has watched on our TV and I’m honestly speechless, and a little embarrassed. It isn’t long before they’re blowing on each other – not literally like they’re both made of fucking dandelion fluff – and then the one with the unexpected horse cock that’s been growing and growing lines up to slow-fuck the other.
Rich keeps looking at me from the other side of the couch with a smirk on his face. By the time he starts talking again, which is way too damn far away from when we both shut up to view the movie, I’ve been silently aware of the major difference between his gay porn and his regular straight porn.
The anal! It’s believable! That question I once asked, about girls faking it when taking it up the ass, I might now know the answer to. The boy taking it bareback from his fuck buddy is ever so gradually reaching for the moon like his ass was made to be fucked. You’d have thought that these guys were long-time lovers in real life. That’s when I notice the slight stiffness down below.
This shit is too good. Say what you’re going to say, Rich. Don’t leave me doubting the one tiny thing I thought I once knew about me and gay people.
‘That’s real anal,’ Rich points out, like it’s some kind of profound genius observation. ‘Women can’t feel that. They have no prostate. You know the thing that gets your dick hard?’
Jesus Christ, Rich. I dare to look at him and can’t help but chuckle, maybe a little defensively.
‘I’ve yet to be fucked like that too. That’s the saddest shit. It depresses me, which is why I watch the fake shit so often. I don’t want to be depressed by the absence of good fucking in my life.’
‘Wow I’m sorry, Rich,’ I started, but he didn’t let me finish. I wanted to excuse myself and to actually compliment his choice of porn. It might not have been my thing but…
‘I mean don’t tell me you enjoy anal with women, because the only convincing women I’ve spoken to say they hate it. Fuck a guy who loves it and that’s the real thing,’ Rich explained a little too passionately for me not to turn red and laugh.
‘I couldn’t possibly comment,’ I concluded, or at least tried to conclude. ‘I’ve never done anal either way, so I can’t miss what I never had…’
Silence again, all but for the sound of two boys fucking in the raw, one about to inject the other’s small intestine with a gazillion doomed little sperm troopers. ‘You’re fucking kidding,’ Rich said.
4
‘I don’t want to have this conversation anymore,’ I said laughing. Wasn’t good enough to end the conversation, so I got up and went to the bathroom.
‘Well, hey, I’m just saying,’ Rich continued from outside the door, ‘you’re missing out, or you would be if you were gay; or at least curious…’
‘Please go away,’ I said, red-faced and laughing to myself as I washed my hands and dried.
‘You don’t even have to be curious enough. All you need is a hard dick and an open mind, if not a who-gives-a-fuck kinda attitude.’
‘You enjoy your porn now, buddy. I’ll be cleaning the kitchen,’ I said on my way to the kitchen. To no avail, Rich followed as the next scene of the movie echoed through the apartment. What the hell had I let myself in for, indeed.
‘Have you ever even wanted to try it?’ he asked.
I sighed a heavy sigh. I knew I wasn’t getting away from this. Letting my shoulders slump, I turned to face him from the kitchen doorway. ‘I mean some porn I’ve seen makes it look alright, but I never thought of it as much more than a gimmick. And if I’m fucking then I don’t want to smell ass!’
‘That’s…’ Rich faultered. ‘Awww, yeah nobody wants that!’
‘So go on,’ I dared him to humour me as I reached for the cleaning spray under the kitchen sink. ‘Tell me all about how gay guys are all about the anal. Or tell me whatever you want to tell me. I’ll listen, over the moans of the fucking happening in the next room over.’
I retrieved a cloth and started spraying down the kitchen worktop and cupboard doors.
‘Well for a start, speaking personally, my ass smells of roses.’
I balked and then laughed. ‘You’re not expecting me to smell your ass, I hope.’
‘I’m just saying. I literally douche and clean myself religiously, and I actually use rosewater to scent my ass so sex with me is as pleasant as it can be. May sound weird but it’s important to me that the experience is as good as it can be…’
‘That’s interesting,’ I accepted, wiping down the cupboards first. ‘It may never be useful knowledge to me, but nonetheless. I suppose there are women who do the same.’
‘Yeah but women get pleasure from vaginal sex,’ Rich said as I wiped down the counter. ‘There are straight dudes who secretly prefer to fuck gay guys if they really love anal. It’s just fact. Like lesbians are all about giving pussy head, too, because they know their lovers almost as easily as they know themselves, gay bottoms know how to work ass!’
That got me. I moved onto spraying the sink and tap and left the cleaning fluid to froth up and do the work for me. ‘If you fuck gay guys you’re not straight.’
‘Who says?’
‘I’d have thought it was obvious,’ I gathered. ‘Bisexual maybe, but definitely not straight.’
‘I disagree,’ Rich said. ‘Let’s say you wanted to find out for yourself and you enjoyed it, but you were never gonna give up pussy or compromise your relationships with girls for boys. You might like it, and you might go back there given the chance, but people can only label themselves. It might seem hypocritical, but politics aren’t for personalities, dude. I keep Viagra in case I happen to stir up someone’s curiosity. He downs a couple and we have a good time, which he otherwise wouldn’t have if he wasn’t that attracted to me.’
‘Well how could no man be attracted to you, you fine piece of ass?’ I half-joked, just a way to disarm my own already fading reluctance. I got back to cleaning the sink.
‘I’m just sayin’, you shouldn’t be afraid to try it sometime,’ Rich concluded. ‘Didn’t mean I was gonna jump on your dick and show you,’ he remarked as he walked back to the living room.
I went for the fridge then, pulled out a four-pack of cold beer and followed him through to where yet more of that crazy-ass anal bareback was happening. ‘Here,’ I said, reaching around to hand him the frosted tins as he wriggled back into his rut, ‘more drinking and less talking…’
5
And what happened that night? Well, being exposed to nothing but Rich’s secret catalogue of gay porn, I gave in and decided to get drunk, or near enough. It didn’t take me much. Rich had to knock back three times as much just to get to the buzz I got.
I had no idea what I might be getting myself in for as I relaxed and got used to what I was seeing. It crossed my mind a few times that the silences were getting longer as we watched on. I was becoming less aware of Rich’s tentative glances every now and then.
I found myself asking more questions on the subject, not giving a thought to how I wasn’t so much firing off Freudian slips as I was becoming Freud’s number one patient. ‘Some of them look really uncomfortably tight. Others look looser than Brigitte fucking Kerkove. What’s with that?’
‘Sometimes it’s trust,’ Rich said. ‘Strangers meeting to fuck for money don’t always take to each other. It’s just a job to some. Others, if they aren’t taking something to loosen up, are probably genuinely turned on and well-acquainted with each other.’
‘I suppose you know what you’re talking about,’ I remarked and stifled a chuckle. I was just ribbing Rich, partly because of his non-stop enthusiasm.
‘How honest can I be?’ he then asked me.
‘How embarrassed will I be?’
‘Oh man the fuck up,’ he laughed. So I let him humour me. ‘When I get accustomed to the guy who’s fucking me, I have this thing where I can mould myself around him and cause like a suction. Guys go fucking nuts for that. They say it’s like pussy but, I dunno…’
‘You can do that?’ I asked, genuinely surprised, and a little more intrigued. ‘I’ve never felt that with pussy. That’s crazy!’
‘Yeah,’ Rich said and sighed kinda sadly. ‘I wind myself up sometimes just talking about it.’
‘Can’t you just, like, masturbate?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, I do that like anybody does, but there’s no comparison, dude. I’m sorry to be so forward but I really need that good deep dick.’
Silence returned. I readjusted my cock to take the strain off the crotch of my shorts. I was hard and I didn’t even think anything of it. I’d been hard next to Rich dozens of times watching Ava Addams or Carter Cruise ride the cock like they invented it.
And for a moment as the conversation faded out of mind, I failed to figure whether Rich had said what I thought he had, or if I’d just imagined him saying it. ‘Just pop a Viagra and try me…’
Nah, that was in my mind, and that gave me a lot of thinking to do over the next few days. And over those days Rich grew into the habit of watching nothing but gay porn when he wasn’t at work.
I hadn’t masturbated over any of it myself. In fact I wasn’t masturbating at all, but that just added to the escalating randiness I was already experiencing. What I needed was a sweet girl with a hot wet little pussy to make myself at home in, or a nice ass if there was one as good as Rich claimed that his was on date night.
Rich crushing a Viagra into my food one night really didn’t help matters…
6
We were watching some lame action movie. It was supposed to be a comedy but I honestly failed to see the appeal in Channing Tatum or Jamie Foxx. So Rich turns to me with that frank look, beer in hand, and asks, ‘may I watch my porn now?’ I relented.
Stupidly I was expecting the usual stuff when I forgot that he was now comfortable with his guy on guy routine. I was shocked back to reality when the opening credits came up with a montage of young guys sucking and fucking each other.
Five minutes into the first scene and this one guy was giving the kind of blowjob I didn’t even think women were capable of. He knew his way around a dick a little too well. Ten minutes later I realised that my woody wouldn’t go down, and it was pitching a tent in my lounge shorts. It was really raging and throbbing too.
When I started to get an idea as to why this was happening, Rich let out a mischievous titter and then held his fist to his lips. ‘If it makes you feel any better, I spiked myself with Viagra too.’
‘You fucker, you didn’t,’ I protested with a gaping mouth. He was smiling right at me and then looking down at the absurd bulge in my pants.
‘Look,’ he said, ‘we’re boner buddies, gay and straight, united we stand!’
I wanted to storm off. I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to…
What I did do was cover myself with a cushion and then I asked him, ‘how could you do that?’
Half an hour later he was at my bedroom door apologising. He accepted that he had crossed the line. Admittedly he was thinking with the wrong brain. ‘The one in your pants?’ I shouted with more than a hint of resentment. ‘No,’ he replied, ‘the one up my ass!’
Alone again, I carried on masturbating, but it just wasn’t going down.
7
“Again, I’m sorry, please forgive me if you’re mad,” read the message as I sat in the cafeteria at work that next day. It was Friday, and thankfully my last working day of that week. I needed to get out and to break the monotony, and the bizarre new routine taking place at home.
I knew it wasn’t entirely Rich’s fault what he was going through. But he was putting himself through it and making it worse. I had a terrible case of blue balls. It was now hurting just to sit on my ass. His ass, however, was suffering whatever the anal equivalent was to my predicament.
Ha! Pre-dick-a-ment! I needed to find a joke for that… or not…
What I needed was a night out away from our usual neuroses, and all the gay porn of course, and Rich’s new food spiking antics. But if anyone needed a night out, and maybe even a chance to score, it was him. Why the fuck not?
“Forget about it, but if you’re going to spike me with free viags, then at least just offer it to me straight up. How about going out tonight instead of watching men bum each other?” I replied. It might not have been a great idea after all.
At 12 midnight we were stood between Rich’s nightclub and my beer garden, wasted and no less desperate. Sorry about that sudden time leap, but the rest of the day was pretty fucking standard. There were no notable erection incidents or promises of sex from pretty ladies. And though we’d compromised for each other and spent time between both night spots, the same could be said.
‘Where the fuck are all the women?’ I asked.
‘Where the fuck are all the horny men?’ he asked.
‘We’re it, Rich,’ I concluded in defeat and so we hailed a cab back home.
We were on the couch, both buzzed but now drinking to drown our sorrows. I figured that I might as well make light of the situation and make fun of myself in the process. Rich was really down. I said, ‘fuck it, let’s drop Viagra and watch gay porn!’
Rich said something like, ‘dude, now I know you’re drunk and you’re just trying to make me feel better…’
‘Well then let’s get hard to some gay sex and feel better,’ I said without thinking it through. And before I realised the possible consequences of what I was saying, there were two of the pills in my hand and I was washing them down with warm beer.
The porn was a blur for the next hour. I was too involved in it, but I was also trying to pay attention to Rich, who was getting back to his usual tricks.
‘I could get fucked like this for hours,’ I remember him saying as one of his favourite stars, a hunky little bastard, was laid flat on his back with his ankles over the other guy’s shoulders as he took an absurdly large dick all the way deep. And then my dick got hard, and it rose and rose.
‘So are you enjoying this stuff now?’
The question caught me off guard, but I was too slow to respond to even feel awkward.
‘Honestly, if it isn’t the Viagra, I must be,’ I admitted and carried on watching.
2am came shortly after and I wasn’t even feeling the lag. I was wired and horny. Rich didn’t even need to be that. He was some forever horned-up automaton that needed no sleep. Beer was his life blood.
‘The only thing I resent about most of these films, no matter how good they are,’ he said, ‘most of them fuck bareback but they never come inside.’
‘Uh-huh?’ I went along, waiting for him to tell me why.
‘It doesn’t matter what your preference is. Every guy loves to come deep inside. Good thing I can’t get pregnant…’
‘I bet you’ll still try, the next lucky guy you offer it up to,’ I said, again without thinking. That sounded like a come-on. I was drunk and sporting a throbbing hard-on. I was thinking about what it would feel like.
‘Hey PF,’ he said to grab my attention. I turned to him, buzzing and red-eyed with a hopeless grin on my face. ‘Dude, you’re a great roomie and a great friend, and you’re gonna be a great catch for the right girl, but I gotta throw this out there at least once…’
‘Yeah?’
‘I’m gonna go freshen up a little more and I’m gonna fuck myself to sleep, and you know this, so don’t even lie.’ Hysterics commenced, but they weren’t to last long. Rich concluded, plain and simple; ‘But you’re as frustrated as I am, and that dick isn’t gonna go down before dawn. I’m just sayin’ that if you wanna try it with me, it wouldn’t be weird. No funny stuff. Do you wanna try some ass?’
What’s the wrong answer when your dick is getting even harder and you’re terrified at the same time? My mouth went bone dry. I tried to lubricate myself with a slug of beer but it had the opposite effect. I could barely breathe, but the pictures in my head at that point.
‘You’ve been working up to this, haven’t you?’ I said. Somehow, for whatever reason, I grinned like an idiot. It wasn’t even that I thought he was pranking me. God help me if he was, but then he wasn’t.
‘I’m not trying to seduce you, man. I don’t want to scare you off or offend you.’
‘I’m not offended,’ I was quick to say, slugging back more beer. ‘I just don’t know what to think. I wasn’t prepared for that kind of question.’
‘Well,’ Rich said, getting off the couch, ‘if you don’t want to, then don’t, but if you wanna at least see what it fits like, knock on my door when I’m done in the bathroom!’
Fuck…
What was I going to do?
8
It was 2:30 by the time the bathroom was free. I needed to piss bad and I could barely get it down enough so not to jet-spray the back of the toilet. Then I went to Rich’s room, buck naked by the way, and knocked on his door. Rich opened the door, and then his eyes nearly dropped out of his head. So did mine.
He was naked to. I was surprised at how nice I thought his body was. I always appreciated his fitness because it motivated mine in kind, but fully-naked he was porn star material. As I thought that over his eyes were transfixed on my throbbing hard-on jutting out in front of me at a 45 degree angle.
‘Are you sure you’re okay with this?’ he asked considerately. ‘Any time you want to back out, it’ll gut me but I’ll understand.’
‘Colour me intrigued,’ I said. ‘Plus this is your fault. And yeah I’m okay with it. You just tell me what to do…’
‘I just have one favour to ask, though technically it’d be me doing you a favour,’ Rich said. ‘I’ll be handling the equipment here and there, so to speak, and you’ll be handling me to some extent. Can I suck on it?’
I nodded. Now he was leading me to the bed and making me lie down on my back. I savoured the chill of his cool bedcovers, hands behind my head as my cock proudly strained toward the ceiling. I was normally about seven and a half inches average. The effects of the Viagra had caused a visible difference, I noticed.
At that point I was still very nervous and concentrating on myself, rather than Rich. When he carefully crawled onto the bed, up between my thighs and then lowered his mouth over me, I didn’t know what to do.
I braced myself, went with the rush, and accepted his touch as one hand wrapped around the base of my stiff pole as his mouth began to gently work me. His tongue already drove me crazy. My butt literally puckered. I could have disappeared up my own ass at that point.
And Rich was careful not to look at me in those first moments. Because of that I dared to look him in the face as he lathered me in his saliva, his eyes closed, his lips wrapped around the head and then gently sliding down.
When he did open his eyes to look at me, I couldn’t help but nod my appreciation. He threw me a wink and went back to work, slowly devouring me before running his tongue coolly up and down the entirety of my length.
‘Not to make you uncomfortable,’ he whispered, ‘but this is my dream cock, you magnificent bastard!’
I appreciate the compliment. ‘You smooth fucker,’ I offered back.
‘Wait until you’re balls deep in me,’ he said and continued to carefully suck my cock into a state of blissful agony. There was no way I’d come too soon. Even if I did it wouldn’t have been a problem, considering the medication, but my nerves just wouldn’t let me. ‘Can you wait?’ he asked.
‘Not for long,’ I admitted.
‘Good,’ he said and retrieved a bottle of lubrication from the bedside night stand. ‘Do you need a condom?’
‘I’m clean,’ I told him now handling myself using his spit as my own lubrication.
‘Me too,’ he relayed, ‘do you want to bareback me?’
‘Hell yeah,’ I accepted eagerly.
‘You won’t be disappointed,’ Rich grinned as he began to liberally apply the gel lube to the tip of my cock. What followed was the most erotic slow hand job I’d had the pleasure of receiving. He added more and then used his slick hand to moisten himself, rolling onto his knees beside me with his ass in the air.
‘Help me loosen up a little more,’ he said. ‘Reaching around isn’t the most ideal for me. I like a finger or two to get used to who I’m with.’
My slippery dick hard, veiny, and bobbing in his direction, I was now behind him and asking him what to do. There in front of me, his admittedly cute little hole puckered at me. He laughed and asked if I liked that. The son of a bitch had blown me a kiss with his asshole. ‘Take some lube and slip a finger in slow,’ he said, so I did as I was told, both trembling and horned up to fuck; as uncertain as I was.
I had one finger slid in to the knuckle and was curling down to stroke his prostate as ordered. Then I slowly began finger fucking him, surprised at the silkiness inside. He wasn’t lying either, when he said that his ass smelled of roses. Soon I added another finger and was experimenting with him, amazed at the ease with which he invited me in.
Now he was breathing harder and appreciating how quickly I was learning. Before long he was masturbating himself as I milked his prostate. ‘I’m ready for you if you’re ready for me, babe,’ he teased. My heart throbbed and threatened to drop stone cold dead for a moment. Yeah, I was already in way too deep to even dare deny myself the experience.
‘I like to take it from behind first,’ Rich said, wiggling his smooth ass at me. ‘Not everybody does. It depends. But I find it easier to accommodate and to relax around a guy’s cock before I really warm up.’
‘I can’t fucking believe you’ve got me doing this,’ I said hopelessly as I first pressed the tip of my cock up against his puckering hole. He flinched against me and gasped. ‘Just let me try to resist you for a minute. It helps me to ease up more. And I haven’t got you doing this. You’re doing this and I’m doing it with you.’
I pushed. I met resistance. I thought of how I liked to tease pussy. Just the tip, and then to tickle her labia. I tried to apply the same practice and rubbed my lubed cock around his tightening sphincter, which got me a groan of approval.
‘Keep doing that and I’ll swallow that gorgeous cock in one,’ he threatened. It sounded more like a dare. I dared, therefore, to make a routine of pushing and then circling around. I wasn’t prepared for when his ass suddenly opened up and received my glans. Just to see my hard cock an inch inside another man’s ass was surreal; the sensation unreal.
‘Oh man that’s tight,’ I remarked bewilderedly, and then he eased back against me, swallowing another inch and then another until I was a third the way in. Rich shivered and hissed through his teeth, but then assured me he was fine. It always stung a little the first time as he stretched around a cock as thick as mine.
‘Balls deep in thirty seconds, see it and believe it,’ he groaned as he eased off and then back on again, swallowing another inch. ‘How does that feel?’
I surprised him by resting my hands carefully on his butt and daring a petting stroke. ‘That’s just wow,’ I said stupidly. He agreed, commenting how I had already filled him up to capacity. Nonetheless he was adamant that he would take me, and in another half a minute he did.
I was eight inches in my roommate’s burning ass, feeling him grip me like a vice, with my balls hanging against his, and it felt guiltily good.
‘Hey quick question,’ Rich asked.
‘Oh, while we’re at it,’ I accepted.
He sniggered to himself then and asked, ‘what would you do right now if I died on your cock and you got stuck inside me?’
9
Sometime later we were face to face with his ankles resting on my shoulders. I was the one hissing now with every plunge inward. Somebody once called these vinegar strokes, because every stroke was a stinging effort not to come.
My boner had no intention of subsiding and all the while Rich felt the need to keep the humour as inappropriate as possible. He was riding me “Reverse Cowgirl” after he’d gotten used to me. I was holding onto the bedcovers for dear life, gritting my teeth through the intensity. He was like a wild animal in control. I wasn’t ever going to be ready for that.
He noticed and apologised then suggested, ‘hey, do you wanna try something a little gayer?’
‘What could be gayer than this?’ I begged to know.
‘Dude, do you even know me?’
So now I was transfixed by the sight of my hard cock slurping in and out of his deep ass and he was asking me how I liked it so far. When I looked into his eyes I couldn’t help but become trapped in his hungry happy gaze.
Sweat was glistening on his forehead. His eyes were lucid and grateful. Gripping my forearms in his hands he moaned and gasped under his breath as his ass gulped and swallowed me whole with every smooth slippery stroke.
I had to agree, this was much gayer. But it was good. So long as I didn’t come, and so long as my erection stayed rock solid, I was going to keep filling him up and making him beg for more.
‘I forgot,’ he suddenly piped up again, and begged me to stop halfway in. His mouth opened to say something, or maybe even to moan out, but he remained silent. All of a sudden I felt his insides grip me powerfully. ‘Now slowly try to pull out…’
I tried. There was a little give, but holy shit he was sucking me in. That was all I could take. I urgently warned him that I was about to come. ‘Oh yeah,’ he grinned. It sounded almost like he was congratulating me. ‘Do it, man, get in nice and deep,’ he encouraged me as I started to frantically jerk and tremble. I lost the feeling in my knees and began to buckle.
‘Oh yeah that’s beautiful,’ he moaned, feeling me expand inside him. With a few final wet slurps and squelches as I rutted into him to breed, both our eyes widened as they met. I lost all self-control and exploded into Rich, filling him with so much hot white seed that the intensity of my own heat seemed to burn me.
‘Are you alive?’ he asked timidly some five breathless minutes later. I had popped wetly out of his ass and still continued to throb, rock solid and pulsating. He was lying next to me, gazing at the ceiling, wasted.
‘I don’t know,’ I replied. ‘For the record though, that was some good ass.’
‘Thanks,’ Rich winced. ‘I think you broke it!’