Archive name: drunken.txt (gay-straight sex, alcohol)
Story title : Drunken Frat Boy
Drunken Frat Boy
(gay-straight sex, alcohol)
I'm a graduate student and am as gay as a three-dollar bill. I live in a town, which has one of those 24-hr adult bookstores, with video viewing booths in the back. The owners are very cool about not harassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each other off.
I was cruising around the back room late one Friday night, when this gorgeous young studly guy came staggering in. He was obviously quite drunk; just drunk enough, I thought, to perhaps allow himself some sexual experimentation. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not. Getting no objection from him, I entered the booth. He was still wearing his white cotton boxers (a huge turn-on for me), and I could tell that his cock was hard. I reached down and stroked it through the material finally slipping my fingers into the fly and squeezing his cock.
Up until then, I had been so busy concentrating on his crotch that I had not noticed his shirt, which identified him as a Theta-Chi, as did his archetypal baseball cap. I raised his shirt, revealing a hard, smooth, tanned chest and flat tummy, with just a light dusting of hair. This kid couldn't be more than 19 or 20. I sat down in the chair so courteously provided in the booth, so that his 7-inch boner was mere inches from my face, twitching and bouncing slightly in anticipation of the worship it was about to receive.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his plump, circumcised head and then closed my lips around it. As I sucked leisurely, he caressed the back of my head, gently urging me down on his throbbing tool, both of us moaning with pleasure. Not wanting this encounter to be too brief, I moved away from his cock temporarily, and I started kissing and nibbling his large, dark brown nipples. He liked this also, but I kept moving, sniffing at his neck, tasting his earlobe, and then daring to see if he would kiss me. To my great delight, he willingly accepted my tongue into
his mouth. On the rare occasion that I get a "straight" guy, kissing is one of my favorite things to do. I took off his cap and stroked his lovely dark brown hair as we continued to kiss. He told me his name was Kyle.
"Have you ever sucked a guy's dick, Kyle?" I asked, hopefully.
"No," he said.
"Want to try it?"
He simply nodded, seating himself in the chair where I had been just minutes before. It was hard for me to believe that he had never given head before, as he did it so expertly. Perhaps he had just thought long and hard about doing it. His beautiful, young, warm mouth eagerly engulfed my 6-1'2-inches, as I ran my hands along his peach-fuzzed face and down his now-bare chest.
"Come to my place," I suggested.
He hesitated, asking how far away it was.
“Only a few miles,” I assured him.
He still seemed reluctant so I upped the stakes. "You can fuck me there,"
After a little more kissing, cuddling, and sucking, I convinced Kyle to go home with me. He rode with me in my car, and it was all I could do to keep on the road as I steered with one hand and rubbed his crotch with the other. He told me he had a girlfriend, but that she was in
I asked him if he liked to eat pussy, and he grinned sheepishly and nodded. This really turned me on, as there is nothing more exciting to me than the thought of a straight hunk slurping hungrily at a pussy.
"I'd love to watch you eat pussy," I said, adding, "I wish I had a pussy for you to eat."
He said nothing, just grinned. It didn't take us long to reach my apartment, as I had been driving like a fucking maniac in my frenzy to get this boy to my bed. We went inside, and I offered him a drink.
"Beer would be good," he said, as I took two cold ones
from the fridge.
He said he had to take a piss.
"Can I watch?" I asked.
"NO!" he replied, surprised that I would even ask such a thing.
I myself was surprised that he wouldn't let me, but he said he got "stage fright" if anyone watched, and he couldn't pee. So I allowed him this little privacy, knowing that I would get another look at that cock soon enough.
We went up to my bedroom, careful not to wake my roommates, a straight couple (but very cool) in the bedroom across the hall. We each took a couple of big gulps of brew, and set aside the bottles. I removed his shirt and cap, playing with his lovely chest and tummy a bit before lowering his trousers. Once his pants were off, I once again relished the sight of him in his lily-white boxers, which contrasted nicely with his tan. This was a sight which, I suppose, his frat brothers (Oh lucky men) had seen many times.
"Do you mess around with the other guys in your fraternity?" I asked him.
"Fuck no," he said, "but I've thought about what it would be like I guess."
Even if he was handing me a load of BS, this was exactly what I wanted to hear. He was a straight boy who had never had sex with another guy but had always wanted to. After tickling his cock through the linen of his shorts and gently stroking his pubic hair through the open fly, I pulled the shorts down to reveal once more that magnificent object of my desire. I bent over and briefly, lightly kissed his cock-head, and then quickly shed all my clothes.
I led him over to the bed, where we lay down side by side and started to French kiss, our bodies pressed together, each of our rock-hard dicks pressing insistently against the other's tummy. We lay there for a good long while, just kissing and stroking, as if we were lovers. At that moment, I indeed did love this boy more than anyone else in the world, even though I didn't know him at all.
Finally, I moved over on top of him, letting the tip of my dick trail down his belly and through his soft pubic hair over his balls, as my tongue moved from his lips to his chin to his neck and down to his nipples. I tarried there for a while, as he seemed to like having me suckle. His girlfriend must have done this a lot, I thought (lucky woman!); if not, she should have her head examined.
Knowing what treasures awaited me below, however, I moved on, grazing my tongue and teethe lightly across the line of hair leading down to his navel, flicking my tongue inside his belly-button a few times, and then burying my nose in his bush, inhaling his sweet manly scent. His cock pulsed impatiently at my cheek, and I didn't keep it waiting much longer. I slowly lowered my head onto his member, moving down further and further until it hit the back of my throat.
After just a few passes up and down his shaft, I shifted around into a sixty-nine position. Kyle needed no further encouragement, and he gladly took me into his skillful mouth. As I think I said already, I could scarcely believe that he was a novice at giving head -- he did it so well. But I've always had a theory that most guys just intuitively know how to give blowjobs, since they know
what THEY like to have done to their own cocks. We pleasured each other for quite some time, switching from cock to balls and back again, and then I decided to give him something he had probably never had before.
"Turn over," I instructed him, "and hike your ass up for me. Don't worry I'm not going to fuck you."
He obeyed willingly, offering up his slightly hairy crack to my appreciative gaze. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, licking briefly at his virgin hole. He had been a good boy and kept his ass squeaky clean, so I began to lick more in earnest. He wriggled with delight, moving his ass up and down over my tongue. Before long, I was munching on him with all my heart, making wide passes with my tongue over his whole sphincter, alternately licking and smooching with my lips, occasionally darting my tongue into his insides.
I came up for air just long enough to ask, "What else would you like me to do?"
His reply surprised me: "You can do anything you want to me, man."
I knew that he had been enjoying himself; his deep moans of pleasure and his seductive hip movements had told me that. In a way, I found it hard to believe that no one had eaten out this gorgeous butt before, but I suspect that not many straight women do this for their men. Oh well, their loss, our gain, right guys? So there I am, with a frat boy's bare, saliva-drenched ass staring me in the face, with him saying, "Do whatever you want to me." I took him at his word and decided that he wanted to get fucked. While I'm not really into anal sex (or at least I wasn't before that night), I wasn't about to deny his wishes. Furthermore, I had promised that he could fuck me, so I figured I'd be top while I had the chance.
"Now, Kyle, I want you to tell me if it hurts too much. I don't want to hurt you. You're too beautiful to hurt -- I want to make you feel GOOD."
"Just do it," he urged.
I had slipped on a rubber and lubed it up, so I mounted him from behind, slowly pressing my cock against his cherry hole. "It's easier if you sort of press out at me," I advised him. It must have worked, because my head slipped right in. He moaned a bit more loudly than he had before, so I stopped and gave him a chance to adjust.
"OK, keep going, but real slow," he said.
I did as he asked, moving my cock about another inch into my dream-come-true. After that, it was smooth sailing, as I slid all the way in and then slowly out, back in, and out again and again and again. Before long, I had to stop, or else I would come. I didn't want to come yet. I wanted to prolong this as long as possible.
"My turn?" My dream stud asked playfully, sheepishly.
"OK," I said nervously, "but let's take it really slow, just like I did with you."
"Sure thing," he assured me.
I gave him a rubber and some K-Y, and rolled over on my side. "It's easier for me this way," I explained.
I had practiced many times with a dildo, so there was no surprise for me with the momentary pain. It soon passed, however, and Kyle was sliding his manhood in and out of me at a good clip. We repositioned so that I was face-up and he was fucking me between my legs. As he humped me, I fantasized that I was a young girl and he was my big brother come home from college. I loved it when my big brother Kyle put his dick in my pussy! Sorry for that digression, but it is honestly what I was thinking at the time.
I told him not to come, because I wanted it in my mouth. Obligingly, he pulled out soon afterward, holding his load for a while longer. I asked him if he wanted my cum, and he said "No."
Oh well, I thought, can't have everything. I still wanted his, though, so I had him stand up beside the bed, as I sat and sucked. Within four or five minutes, he was ready to shoot his load. I had been stroking myself all the while, and as soon as his thick, creamy juice his my tongue, I shot all over his legs and myself. He came quite a bit, and I drank every drop.
We hurriedly toweled off; I invited him to spend the night, but typical man that he was, he declined. I drove him back to his car, thanking him for making a fantasy come true for me. He also thanked me for the experience, but I knew somehow that I'd probably never see him again.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!