Sunday, 28 March 2010
Straight Party Guy
I'm not sure how old he is, but Straightboy is in early 20s... a grad student who goes to the same school. He's about my height (6'2"), built like a football player, medium tan, and he has a nice tattoo on his back. When I say football player I mean thick... not fat, but kind of muscular. I think you all can get the picture.
I call him Straightboy because he still considers himself straight. When I'm not around, he's fucking girls. Now that he's had a taste of cock I don't think he's as happy with pussy as he used to be, but that's his problem, not mine! Whenever he texts I'm more than happy to make something happen.
You can probably guess how we had our first time....he was drunk, and I was eager to get in his pants because I knew he was straight. He didn't let me do anything the first couple of times I tried, but finally he gave in!
Before getting to that, guys are horny before they're "straight." If a guy sees a way to get off and doesn't have to worry about anyone else knowing, he's probably interested. This is especially true when guys are involved with girls who don't like to give head or only want to have sex once or twice a week. Guys would much rather be getting some every single day. I doubt it's just me...
Straightboy was such a guy. We've known each other for a long time (not going to say why or how, just that we have). I'm not going to talk about all my failed attempts at getting into his pants, since they didn't work, and instead I'll skip straight to success.
It was a few hours after midnight on a Saturday or Sunday morning, and both of us had been drinking a ton, as college boys tend to do. I stopped and had sobered up, but Straightboy had kept drinking the whole night. He wasn't trashed, but he was still kind of drunk. Everyone else in his apartment had either left or was passed out in a bed or on the living room floor (which happened quite often that year).
We were talking about something just to fill the quiet, since nothing else was going on. Eventually he looked around the room and noticed that we were the only ones still there and awake. I was sitting in a chair and he was sitting on a couch a few feet away.
"So," he started, "what's it like being gay?"
"Pretty good for me," I answered. "Lots of sex with lots of guys whenever I want it. None of the bullshit that comes with fucking a pussy.."
He looked intrigued, taking a long drink of the Jack and coke he had sitting in front of him. "Sounds awesome, man. I wish girls would chill the fuck out about sex and give it up more often."
I saw my chance, letting out a laugh and smiling. "Even if they did, they aren't as good at giving head. And a guy's ass is a lot tighter than a girl's pussy. So I guess you'd still be missing out! Guys are just a lot better when it comes to sex."
A few moments of silence passed before he opened his mouth again. "I've always thought you were cool because you don't try to act like a girl. You're a cool guy who just likes sex with other guys."
"Yeah, that's me. We're basically the same aside from who we fuck."
He took another hit of his drink. "Yeah, man. Hey... have you ever imagined doing anything with me?"
"Yeah, you're a hot guy," I answered honestly without any hesitation. I knew where this was going.
He seemed surprised that I had said it right away, but he didn't look angry or unhappy.
"Thanks, I guess. You're so lucky that you like guys, man. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to put up with all the chick shit."
I saw my chance there, and I was going to take it! "Have you ever tried doing anything with a guy?"
"No, I'm not gay."
I stood up, his eyes following me off the chair and to the couch, where I sat down right beside him.
"Do you want to know what it's like?" I asked with a grin.
He looked extremely uncertain, but his cock was growing in his pants. I knew he wanted it, and I knew I was going to get it.
"You can't tell anyone, man." He looked around, remembering the people who were sleeping on the floor. "Shit, we should go somewhere else."
I put my hand on his cock, stroking it through his shorts. "They're out cold. Don't worry, no one's going to see."
I pushed my head toward his, but he tilted away from me. "No kissing, man. Just suck my dick."
"Sorry," I mumbled, sad that he didn't want to kiss me. I'll never understand why some guys are Ok with getting sucked or even getting fucked but not Ok with kissing another guy.
I unzipped his shorts, pulling them down enough to expose his cock, which was now rock hard. I always imagined he would have a huge cock, but it was pretty average. About 6.5" long and a little above average thickness... which looks kind of small on a guy who's 6'2". I'm not a size
queen though, it was plenty for me--I was more than happy to be there.
I pushed my head into his lap, licked along his cock up to the head. I looked up, seeing that he was staring intently at me, a blank, amazed look on his face. I took his cock into my mouth, using all the tricks I knew with my tongue and started to suck softly.
The moans started escaping from him. He put his hands on my head, feeling it bob up and down on his cock. I sucked harded and took more of his length into my mouth, swallowing it down to the base. He moaned even louder, pushing my head down on his cock.
"Shit," he moaned. "This is the best blowjob I've ever had, man."
I pulled off his cock, shooting him a smile before I went back to work, experimenting with different ways of making him moan. He seemed to really like the hard sucking, so I switched to only doing that, listening to him moan as I bobbed up and down sucking on his cock with full force.
I slid my hands up underneath his shirt, feeling his abs and pec as I kept up my work on his cock. I started pinching his nipples hoping to get him even more into what we were doing, but he didn't seem to respond. I just slid around his abs and pecs instead, feeling his body as I sucked.
"Wait," he ordered, grabbing my head with his hands. "I'm going to cum if you keep going."
"Don't you want to cum?" I asked from his lap.
"Yeah, but not yet."
He looked to my crotch, seeing that my cock was rock hard. Keep in mind how big it is... it's even more noticable than most hard cocks are.
"Take your shorts off," he ordered.
I moved so that I was sitting beside him again, pulling my shorts down and lifting my legs so I could slide them completely off. I was wearing a pair of white Abercrombie briefs (supersoft if you've never felt a pair!), so my hard cock was even more visible than it had been through my shorts. It was pulsing, lifting up and down with my heartbeat.
"Take the underwear off too," Straightboy said in a kind of whisper, as if he couldn't believe he was asking.
I complied instantly, pulling the briefs off and tossing them with my shorts. My dick was in full view, looking eager for attention.
"You're fucking huge, man!" he gasped with disbelief. "Fucking donkey cock! Holy shit!"
I just grinned, stroking it with my hand. "Glad you like it."
He gave me a really intense stare, just looking into my face and not saying anything. Without another word he pushed my hand away and started working my cock with his, carefully sliding it up and down my shaft. He looked fascinated, and I could feel his heart beating incredibly fast through his hand.
"You can try sucking me if you want," I suggested softly. I wasn't sure if he would or not, but at this rate his mouth was going to be on my cock pretty soon.
"I need to finish my drink." He pulled his hand off, grabbing his cup and finishing off his Jack and coke with a few more big gulps. "Ok."
He moved his head to my lap just as I had done to him, and I felt his lips around my cock. Then I felt his teeth. Ok, now I knew he probably really hadn't done this before, or if he had it must have been a long time ago.
I pulled his head off and told him how to handle his teeth. I also gave him a few tips on how to suck well. He learned pretty quickly, and however well he was doing it always feels amazing to have a straight guy sliding your cock down his throat. He couldn't fit much of it in his mouth, but I wasn't complaining... he'd have plenty of future chances to learn, hopefully!
He sucked me for about 5 minutes, experimenting with his mouth and trying to get moans and groans out of me. He had improved 200% in the 5 minutes, and now he was sucking pretty well, flicking his tongue against my head and pushing a couple of more inches in and out of his mouth each stroke.
I grinned when I caught a glimpse of someone sleeping on the floor. I was so into Straightboy that I had forgotten there were other people there! Everyone was still sound asleep though, and I didn't care if they woke up or not. I didn't mind having people witness Straightboy sucking my dick at all. I won't lead you on--no one woke up, unfortunately.
He pulled his mouth off and came back up, jerking my spit-slick dick in his hand. "Hey, man..." he trailed off. "I want you to fuck me."
I was certain he had said "I want to fuck you," but no, I had heard him correctly. "What?" I asked anyway.
"No offense, man. I'm sure your ass is nice, but I've fucked plenty of pussy and I've had more than one chick let me fuck her in the ass. I've already done that shit."
It made sense, but I was still surprised. "You sure? It's going to hurt at first." I wasn't going to lie to him. If this was his first time with anything more than a finger, I knew my cock was going to tear him up.
"Just fuck me. I want to feel what it's like." Straightboy stood up and walked to his room, returning with a bottle of lube. It was water and not silicon so it wasn't going to work too well, but it would be better than nothing. He handed the bottle to me taking his shirts off, pulling his shorts all the way off and positioning himself so that his arms were down on the couch and rest of his body was sticking up.
He didn't bring or ask about a condom, which turned me on even more. Not only was I going to fuck Straightboy, I was going to do it raw and maybe even dump my load inside his virgin hole.
I worked a lot of lube into his hole with my fingers, which had him grunting. I wanted to rim him, but I knew he probably hadn't prepared for that and I wasn't going to take any chances. After a few minutes of fingering I lubed up my cock and pressed it against his hole.
"That felt good, man" he called from in front of me.
"Relax and don't think about what we're doing," I instructed. "Push out
with your ass."
I started sliding in, forcing his football jock hole to part open and take my cock.
"Shit, you're so big. I don't know if I can do this."
I ignored him, sliding a few more inches in. He started to pull away, but I grabbed his ass and forced it into my cock.
"Holy fucking shit, man. We have to stop!"
I slammed the last couple inches in, and he let out a massive groan.
"Just relax and it'll start feeling good. I'll give you a few minutes to get used to me inside you."
I held my position, my jock jammed all the way in his hole. I rubbed my
hands around his ass and up his back, trying to get him to relax.
"Ok, it stopped hurting..." Straightboy said with some uncertainty, his face pushed into the couch cushion.
I slid my cock out a few inches and then back in, taking small strokes to open his ass up and get him used to my cock. He started to moan with each one, his ass still gripping my big cock tightly. It felt so good, and it felt even better when I thought about who I was fucking and how quickly this had all happened.
I fucked him pretty softly for a few minutes, trying to give him as much time to adjust to the experience as I could.
"That feels fucking good," he said from the cushion.
I took that as encouragement to take it up a notch, and I picked up my pace, pulling my cock out further and pushing it in harder. He responded with louder moans and he seemed to like it. I reached my hand around, feeling that his cock was rock hard and even dripping precum. He was definately enjoying himself.
"Let's change positions," I suggested, almost pulling my cock out of him.
"No, man, just this one. Just fuck me and finish up."
I slid the whole length back inside, relishing the groan that came back from the cushion.
"You want me to cum in your hole?" I was super excited about the prospect.
"Do whatever you want, just fuck me and finish up."
Exactly what I wanted to hear. I picked up my pace to the strongest I thought he could take, fucking him with full force, pulling my cock all the way out and shoving the whole length backinside. He moaned the loudest he had all night, letting out a long, satisfied moan of pleasure with every stroke.
I couldn't take anymore. I wanted to keep fucking him, but my cock was ready to explode. I fucked him as hard as I could, my balls slapping against him with each thrust. I dug my hands into his back and fucked full force, feeling my orgasm start to build.
"Oh fuck," I groaned. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill your ass with my hot load!"
"Do it man!" he encouraged, clenching his jock ass against my cock.
That put me over. I slammed into him and felt the cum squirt out of me as hard as it ever had, coating his insides with shot after shot of hot semen.
I pulled my cock out of him, a trickle of cum running out after it. His whole was gaping open, his whole body red..
He got on his feet, turning back to sit on the couch where he had just been plowed.
"Wow. That felt really good, man. That was intense." He looked mesmorized by what had just happened.
I sat down next to him, but he got up.
"Uh... I'm going to run to the bathroom and go to bed. Thanks."
He walked away right that instant, straight to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I didn't have a chance to say anything else. When he finished, he walked right back to his room and didn't even look in my direction.
I thought this might be the only time anything like this would ever happen, and I imagined that he was probably having regrets about what we just did. I decided that he probably wouldn't even mention it to me--he would just act like nothing had happened or say he didn't remember.
I wasn't sure what to think when I passed out on that couch, but I knew hat fucking Straightboy had been damn hot. I didn't even get to see him cum, but that didn't matter... I was completely satisfied and exhausted from pounding his ass.
Fortunately, he didn't play any of those stupid games. Later I would discover that Straightboy had enjoyed his taste of gay sex and wanted more, which I was more than happy to provide. ;-)
Monday, 22 March 2010
MM, alcohol, feigned sleep, oral, size
Ben was a cocky student who worked at the club when he came back home during the holidays. I'd describe him as geek totty.
He was about 6', very slim with a wiry build (you know the ones, where muscle is apparent but they're still damn skinny -- phwoar for me!) and he wore some studenty specs which added to my intitial interest. He was always confident, friendly and outgoing and always willing to flirt a little. This came from his humongous cock that he never shied away from talking about. I'm sure we've all met a 'Ben', if for any reason the subject came up, he would be glad to take over with comments about his thing and the fact that everyone wanted a bit of it . . . . according to him!
After much flirting and after I was about to move on elsewhere with work, we arranged the night out we'd been flirting about for ages. We decided we'd go to G.A.Y. I went to his house and we caught the tube into town, flirting very much the order of the day. At this point, I sort of fancied my chances but was well aware that it was more than likely he was straight and if he
was going to have a dabble at some point, I wouldn't be the one he'd be 'dabbling' with.
Anyway, after a genuinely good night out and most of the flirting out of the way, we headed for the bus stop to catch the night bus home. He lived north east London so it took a good hour. He flirtingly said he nearly always got a hard on when he travelled on the bus. After the sleepy journey, he poked me and got me up to get off the bus. As soon as the bus pulled away, he
told me he'd got a hard on and showed it to me through his trousers.
When he did this, I knew the game was back on! I played on it straight away and touched it (I swear at his invite) Fuck me! It was massive! I was gob smacked and instinct kicked in, I shoved my hand down the front of his trousers and gave it a good squeeze! Twice! Not only did he allow it, he seemed quite pleased with himself that I'd finally paid his main attraction some attention!
I said to him the first alley we came to I was dragging him down it for a closer look. Heart going ballistic in my chest, we walked back to his flat and I was desperately looking for somewhere to molest him! We ended up not finding anywhere, I was shitting it in case someone caught us and fancied a bit of queerbashing so in hindsight, I think I was a bit too choosy and wish to fuck that I'd have jumped him over a hedge or something.
When we got back to the flat, we had a drink and made pleasantries, my heart still going, and I was getting a little dismayed that I hadn't taken a chance on the walk home. Anyway, he got me some blankets and sorted the sofa out for me to sleep on. My feet and head hanging over the ends, he left me and got into his own bed. I was a little disapointed but not
After about five minutes, I plucked up enough courage (aided by the valid excuse of the sofa not being long enough) to take my blanket to his room and declare that I'd have to top 'n tail with him, not to worry and that I'd leave him alone. No protest from him so game on me
After about half an hour where I swear he could have heard my heart pounding in anticipation and excitement, he started fake snoring. It's so obvious when someone does that; no one snores so evenly and as perfect as that. So I joined in 'snoring' and started to move around a bit, occasionally brushing against his leg to get a reaction. He wasn't giving any sign so either he was sleeping or was a bit scared to say anything. I started to move my hand in my `sleep' and each time got a little nearer to his groin area. After what seemed like ages of probing and testing, I was shitting myself but brushed over his cock. I should have fucking guessed, it was
rock hard. Oh how hard was I!
This sounds so cliched but it was busting out of the top of his black Calvin boxers he'd worn to bed. It was bloody huge! I gently brushed a few more times and got no reaction from snoring boy apart from the odd time where he had to swallow saliva that had built up in his mouth. Why the fuck did he have to keep on pretending!!! Off I go at this point, lightly stroking his
most impressively fat shaft through his boxers. This went on a short while and I don't think I gave a fuck after a while. I was in absolute horn heaven.
Fuck me this was one of the horniest encounters I'd ever had! I went for the next step which was to try and get it out. Pull down his shorts or go for the fly buttons? The latter. I gave him his excuse not to 'wake up' and to carry on the pretence. Button 1, button 2 and now to pull the fucker out . . . which took some doing. My God, it came out and I was surprised at the girth and the length. It was easily 9" with a decent foreskin and what surprised me the most was that it was so clean. We'd been out on the piss, were well oiled and most mens' (me not included) penile hygiene slips when they're out on the drink (nothing to wipe ya winkle on at the trough) so for me this made it all the more juicy and suckable.
I started to wank him gently, playing the game, anything too rough and he'd have had to make some sort of reaction. Fuck me how horny am I!!!!! I'm wanking myself now cos I'm so wet, moist, oozing my own precum, it couldn't be left out of the action. After a while I turned myself around in the bed so I could go down on his huge hard on, and may I say his cock pulsed far
too often for a sleeping guy . . . . Jesus, I started sucking it gently then more rapidly, Fuck it, I just couldn't help myself by this time.
I started to speed up and go for it. He was still pretending to be asleep for God's sake, was this guy on drugs?!! I worked it and worked it, played with his balls, needed them, sucked them, licked him to the tip of his big cock, worked the head in my mouth, oh my God I'm going to pop!! He was letting me get away with all this and not say a word. Was this the ultimate
form of denial? Not acknowledge what was, I'm sure, the best hand job and suckfest he'd ever had? Bloody straighties!!
There was a few noises coming from above the covers, I'd like to think he was about to come and what a dilemma it must have been for him! Come and blow his cover or do what he
did which was grunt, moan a bit and put it back in his Calvin's while still pretending not to take part! Fucker! Fucker! Fucker!!!!!
I have to say it was so close but if only he'd have said `fuck it, let's have some fun'. I was gutted and the owner of the biggest hard on in the world!!!!! (not specifically in size but you get the idea).
My world had just deflated. I got the message and backed off and gave a little `snore' of my own.
I'm still gutted to this day It went like it did, I'm sure I could have done more, if only I'd have found the holy grail (alley on the way home). Regrets, regrets, regrets.
Anyway, at least I got what I got and still have the memory to wank about it
10 years on.
Morning came and I said sorry and he sheepishly said no worries and swiftly changed the subject in another display of denial. I've spoken to him a couple of times since and the last time I thought fuck it, lets air this horny secret he didn't want to talk about. Complete memory loss from him! What a surprise!
Oh well, I thought I should write it down and let others have a read. My account is a little wordy but fuck me, If I ever got another go at that big cock I think I'd spear myself on it! Ooh the fantasies keep coming about the time I got lucky with big Ben. The year 2000 was indeed a good year....
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
I had my first blow job when a family friend came to stay a while when I was 18.
Rob was about 34 and realy good looking and we were real good mates so he had the spare bed in my room.
One night I had gone to bed while Rob had a shower and when he came in with just a towel. I pretended to be asleep. Rob dropped the towell and I could see him in all his glory. I hadn't done anything with any other guys just the usual horsing around with a few mates but had n
He was soon in bed but instead of going to sleep he lay on top of the bed and started wanking. He kept looking over at me but I stayed "asleep" and could see him from under my sheet. I was laying on my side with just a pair of boxers on and a sheet pulled up almost covering my face, the way I always sleep.
His cock just kept growing and getting harder so was mine. It looked so nice as he worked on it.
Then he got up and walked over to my bed cock swaying as he walked. I thougtht he had caught my watching him and I got realy nervous, so had to stay "asleep".
He called my name a few times and lightly shook me but I didn't "wake". He then slowely started to pull back the sheet. I was petrified and scared but wanted this to happen
realy know what was happening.
When the sheet was off he ran his fingers down my chest and over my crotch. My cock which went slack with fear of being caught was now getting to attention again. He soon had my boxers down and was jacking my cock. To get a better go at me he gently rolled me over onto my back and now had my cock in his mouth. I had n
but he must have been wanking himself off cause all of a sudden he stood up a gave out a few muffled grunts and I felt splashes of hot cum splatter across my cock and chest.
He then pulled up the sheet and went to bed, after a while I rolled
over and whent to sleep feeling very happy .
The next morning Rob asked me how I slept I said I had a great sleep and must have had a wet dream as I was all sticky when I woke up.
Rob just laughed and said, "Yeah they can be great."
This was repeated nearly
me out but that's another story!