Fucking a virgin

To fuck a straight boy.

Remember this guy? He (Jay) is the conservative Christian virgin I met at a party a few months back. Well, he hasn’t gone away. We’ve hooked up occasionally since our introduction, but kept our encounters to a minimum until two nights ago.

It was a small little party. Guys and girls getting drunk and playing beer pong. Jay sat in a love seat by himself, harassing all of the girls.

“Show us your titties!” he yelled. “Just one nipple is all we need!”

I felt like wrapping my cock around his neck and strangling his homosexual ass.

I looked at Jay like a shark would eye a tiny little seahorse as I gulped down cup after cup of sizzling yellow beer. I felt the frothy fluid being broken down in my stomach – the ethyl alcohol injecting itself into my veins through my stomach lining. Soon enough I was drunk. Everybody was drunk.

Around 2am I told Jay that it was time for him to take me home. He agreed and we both walked to his car

The short ride was silent. I fiddled with the radio knobs and turned up the music – some bullshit indy band – to flood the pervasive quiet.

We got to the street where my apartment is. Jay drove past the entrance.

“Are you going to stop?” I asked.

Jay exhaled, sensing disappointment.

“Oh, well do you want me to come up?” he asked.

“Sure” I responded as casually as I could.

The silence continued as we walked to my apartment. Once we got inside, Jay went to the bathroom to piss. I yawned a big, loud yawn and then rolled myself onto my bed. My eyes felt like they were stuck together with glue. I had taken a Benadryl an hour before and I was feeling tired and lazy. I only let him in because I had been dying to fuck him for months.

I heard the sink run and then J appeared in my doorway. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his tall, thin body, and then he pulled down his pants. His giant boner popped out of his pants and pointed accusingly towards me beneath his flappy boxers.

I curled my finger and Jay walked up to me, his dick near my face.

I stuck my tongue out and ran it over the cotton fabric, tracing big wet lines over his dick. Jay exhaled and looked down at me in a way that he never does in social situations.

In public or at parties, Jay is semi-awkward. He doesn’t make a fool of himself but people always find him annoying. When it is just he and I, however, he acts completely different. Confident, assertive, sexual -all the things he’s normally not. I don’t find his personality at all attractive, and physically I wouldn’t say he does much for me. I am just incredibly attracted to the fact that he is a virgin and a christian/

Jay pulled his dick out of his boxers, grabbed the base of it with his hands and shook it up and down in front of my face. My eyes followed his cock up and down like a bouncing ball. It looked so big, so thick and so fucking yummy!

I opened my mouth and let Jay push his cock past my lips and into my throat. He fucked my face for a few seconds until my poor little whale ribbed throat couldn’t handle it anymore.

Sensing that my mouth had had enough, Jay extended one knee over me and pushed me down against the mattress. He moved his face in and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue while he humped my groin.

I reached down to pull my boxers off while Jay held my head in his hands. When I was fully stripped, I bent my legs up and let Jay swirl his cock around my ass. He pushed forward with some pressure, but never actually penetrated.

It was right then that I decided it was time to fuck.

I reached over into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. Then I slid my hand underneath my bed, as I am accustomed to, feeling for my bottle of lube. Iit wasn’t there.

I tore my room apart looking for that bottle of KY. I overturned desks, shattered glass and stabbed knives into walls trying to find it. Right before my room was completely leveled, I remembered that I had left the KY in my car a few days before. Silly me. I jogged outside and returned with the precious, slimy ooze.

By then Jay had the condom on his cock. I knew that he had never had sex before, so I was impressed with his ability to put it on. Me trying to put a condom on is like trying to get a monkey to take the garbage out.

I lubed up my ass and got into bed between Jay’s legs. I ran my tongue down the length of the condom and settled in Jay’s balls. I licked and sucked at them while Jay moaned and squirmed. I looked up at his cock while I swirled my mouth over his sack and saw a tiny balloon of precum at the tip of the condom.

He wanted to fuck.

I told him to switch places with me. I got onto my back and bent my legs up to my chest. Jay jacked off my cock for a few seconds and then aimed his dick into me. He put his big hand against my stomach, pushed down and forced his cock into me.

It felt like someone stabbed my asshole with a skythe and then squirted lemon juice all over it.

I kicked Jay back with my feet and his cock slipped out of my ass.

My ass spasmed like a fish flapping out of water. I waited until the pain died – then I let Jay try again. The second time hurt less, but it still felt like someone had thrown a hairdryer into a bathtub containing nothing but my anus.

I pushed him back again and waited for the spasms of sharp pain to die again.

I let Jay try a third time, thinking that it would be futile. His cock pressed against my ass and I felt pain and then – pop. It pushed through the outside and sunk all the way into me.

First timers need to realize that the pain goes away once the cock slips inside of you. Getting past the first inch is the hardest part.

His dick felt real good inside of me. It filled up my whole ass. I could feel the heat from his cock pushing against me. I fucking loved it.

Jay started fucking me after I got adjusted to the feeling. The feeling of his dick pushing in and out of me was heavenly. Hot, sticky pleasure radiated out of my ass.

Jay asked me after a little while if he could fuck me doggy style. I flipped over and let him stick his dick in me again. This time it went deeper than before. It felt like he was twisting his way up into my intestines. He got all the way in until I felt his balls against my ass.

The feeling was rather unpleasant. I felt a sharp pain behind my belly button like his cock was burrowing it’s way into my stomach.

“Don’t go in so fucking far” I whispered, trying to keep quiet to not disturb my sleeping roommate.

Jay moved back a little and then started fucking me harder than before. His pace sped up and he started moaning.

“Shhhhhh” I said, trying to contain the urge to scream ‘You fuck me so good!’

We both tried to keep quiet as the fucking got better and better. He was panting now, breathing out a quick “yeah” with each breath.

Finally Jay was hitting my prostate and I felt a intense heat light up in my center.

“Aw, you’re gonna make me cum” I said.

“Fuck yeah” he said as he fucked me harder and harder.

I concentrated on my ass as the bursts of semen came shooting out of me. For a few seconds, his dick brought me to a heaven of pleasure. Every bit of friction in my ass felt absolutely divine.

I squeezed the last few drops out of my cock and let Jay continue to fuck me. Normally the ass pounding gets real unpleasant seconds after the orgasm, but this time it was tolerable. I liked the feeling of his dick exploring every bit of my ass.

He fucked furiously, trying to have an orgasm himself, but eventually slowed down.

“You need to stop now” I said, “it hurts when you fuck a guy after he comes.”

He fucked me hard a few more times and then pulled out quickly, like an angry kid.

I walked him to the shower and let him suck the last bits of cum out of my dick. Then I squatted down and rubbed soap into his ass and thighs.

I played with his cock in between my lips for a second and then swallowed it. I stabilized myself and then held on to the freezing cold bathtub while Jay fucked my face. Hot water was water boarding down my face. I could almost hear the  American soldiers yelling at me – “Are you gay?! or do you want more water?!”

In only took a few seconds before Jay was having an orgasm. He pushed his cock into my face while my mouth filled up with hot, salty semen.

I waited for him to finish, then I swallowed every little one of his sperms. Poor things, don’t understand that the eggs that they desperately swim after are miles away from my tonsils.

I stood up and asked “could you feel me cum when you were fucking me?”

“Yeah” he said, “it was like your ass was tightening around my dick.”

We toweled off and dressed ourselves in my room. Right as I flicked my jeans up Jay pointed to a book across the room and said “thats a great book.”

I looked over and saw what he was reffering too – “Burning Girl” by Ben Neihart.

I knew then that he and I would never be close. Just fuck buddy’s.

Seven Facts

swingerwife tagged me, and though I don’t know if I want my blog to become a place where I get involved in little things like this, I thought I’d do it this time.

So I am supposed to share seven random facts about myself:

1. I am not good with blogging sites and therefore I do not know how to add people to my blogroll that are not on wordpress. Therefore, many blogs that I enjoy reading on a regular basis are not included. Can someone help me with that?

2. I only masturbate to bareback porn. Though I do not support condom-less sex, I love watching it. I love it so much that I wank off nearly everyday to the sight of two hot guys sperming eachother. Creampies are my favorite.

3. I can speak French. It has gotten rusty over the years, but I can still hold conversations and watch French films without missing anything important.

4. I was strung out on painkillers for about two years, starting my senior year of high school. Since then I’ve been on suboxone, a partial opiate that curves opiate cravings. It’s also a real bitch of a medication to get off of. One of its most morbid side effects is a loss of libido which, oddly enough, I do have.

5. I came out of the closet to my family when I was 15. I came out to everyone else when I was 16. I guess that’s pretty young compared to most guys, but the age of reason is getting younger and younger each year due to the internet. Before that I had a girlfriend. She was a hot, blond bitch.

6. I keep reading self-help books, trying to find the one that will force me into a sense of inner peace. “The Secret” intrigued me for awhile, but it became too mainstream and too abused. Right now I’m reading “The Power of Now.” I think this book has more potential.

7. I used to lie a lot, and from that I developed a sort of organic lie detector. I am really good at telling when someone is blowing smoke up my ass. I have many friends (even good friends) who I know lie to me and yet still I never call them out on it.

Cum eater

I sat in my math class and patiently waited for the minute hand to point down to hell. I tapped my pencil and shook my leg, anxiously imagining the rush I was about to go through.

I had made an appointment to see a client 20 minutes after the class ended – and the drive to his place took nearly that long, so I was left with 73 seconds to run home, clean myself off and change into better clothes.

Next to me sat an Indian guy named Rob. Rob is good looking in a conventional sense – he’s well built, has a near perpetual five oclock shadow and speaks in a slow, heavy voice. He has some acne scars on his cheeks – but the red blush heightens his good looks.

“What are you doing later?” he asked, “I don’t have anyone to study with.”

“I got work tonight, but give me your number and lets figure something out over the weekend” I replied.

He flashed me a smile that made me think he was interested in more than just the upcoming midterm. The prospect of having sex with him excited me.

We exchanged digits and I sat back impatiently in my seat until time was up.

Through some miracle of god the traffic parted and I was able to make it to my clients place only ten minutes late. I rang on the door bell and was greeted by a good looking kid close to my age.

“Are you Adam?” I inquired, thanking the universe for sending my yet another attractive client.

The boy at the door threw his head back and let out a long, dingy laugh that sounded like the metallic chiming of a bell.

“Oh god no” he said, “but you’re at the right place.”

I was led to a room where four young guys stood in a circle around Adam, the forty-something client that I had spoken to earlier.

“Cyrus, is it?” he asked me.

Right then I figured that I had not been the only escort Adam had called. I soon learned that he was a “cum eater,” a guy who derives pleasure out sucking the semen out of younger guys.

I stripped along with the other four guys and joined the circle surrounding Adam. As luck would have it, I was the first guy that Adam decided to blow.

He put my limp dick in his mouth and slowly massaged it to life with his tongue. It took awhile but eventually I was big and hard.

The oral sex felt good, but I felt self-concious. All of the other guys were jacking themselves off and looking at me. I knew had to make some sex sounds, so I let out a few labored moans.

Adam sucked and sucked on my cock, never stopping to give my balls or any other part of me a lick of attention. It felt good but I knew that his mouth wasn’t enough to bring me to orgasm.

I leaned my head back and looked up at the ceiling, which resembled a giant white blizzard due to it’s spotty texture. I tried to think sexy thoughts to get myself to cum, but it was futile.

Eventually one guy yelled out “Ah, I’m gonna cum.” Adam swung himself around and walked on his knees over to the boy, who had curly, blond hair and a thin, tan surfers build.

Adam grabbed the penis out of its owners hands and sucked down on it as hard as he could. The boy moaned as his stomach and thighs flexed.

Eventually I saw cum rolling out of Adams mouth. He continued sucking on the post-orgasm dick for a few more seconds. Then Adam moved his head back and licked the seed of of his lips.

Adam then shuffled over to another guy who had dark hair and a thick, hairy build for a guy who looked to be no older than 20.

Adam swirled his mouth and hands over the boys dick. The kid moaned and sucked big breaths of air through his nose.

Eventually the boy tightened his legs and said “I’m gonna cum….oh yeah.”

Adam sucked down the boys load and then moved his head back to let some of it roll out down his mouth. Then he move back in and licked the last few drops of cum of the big, thick dick.

I watched the action and jacked myself off furiously. By the time I was nearing orgasm, Adam had already moved on to another boy.

I told Adam I was gonna cum and then I let go of my dick. The orgasm pumped through my cock even when it wasn’t being touched. Semen drooled out for a second before Adam got it into his mouth.

Adam sucked on my dick so hard that it hurt – and yet it felt insanely good. I could feel him slurping the semen out of me like a straw – puckering his cheeks to add to the suction.

The feeling became overwhelming, but I didn’t stop Adam for fear of dissapointing him.

The last boy began to moan and Adam moved over to him – saving me from the unbearably intense blowjob.

I looked on as Adam licked up his final load.

Afterwards, Adam shook all of our hands and then delivered our much awaited money.

All of us stood together and counted out our bills. I noticed that some guys had less money than me. Adam was paying each escort their asking price.

We all thanked Adam once again and then left the house together. Outside we all let out a quick laugh. The boy who had greeted me the the door continued laughing long after the rest of us stopped – the bells in his giggles continuing until all the rest of our faces faded from smiles to annoyed frowns.

I got a few guys numbers. They were good looking guys who could serve as useful friends, fuck buddy’s or coworkers.

The hottest client yet

*ring…………….ring……………ring…..pick up*

Me: Hello.

Unknown male: Hey whats going on. I’m calling you about your ad.

Me: Hey. Not much…chillin’. How about you?

Unknown male: Well I’m looking to see if you wanna hang out right now.

Me: Yeah, sure. I’m actually at the library right now. (I pan my head around and make sure my voice isn’t disturbing anyone – or giving away the content of my conversation) I should be done in an hour or so. Can we meet then?

Unknown male: Yeah yeah sure – I got all day. hey look, can I ask how big you are?

Me: Yeah.

Unknown male: …….so….?

Me: Oh, umm, eight.

Unknown male: Centimeters or inches?

Me: Centimeters?? Who the fuck uses the metric system in America. Inches.

Unknown male: Is it thick?

Me: Yeah. Not like a coke can, bit it’s big.

Unknown male: And are you hairy or smooth?

Me: The latter. I got (I lower my voice as much as I can) hair on my legs, and I don’t shave all my pubes, but my ass and my stomach and chest are naturally smooth.

Unknown male: Alright, awesome. I’ll text you my address.

Me: Okay cool. I’ll see you soon. Can I ask what your name is?

Warner: My names Warner.

Me: Okay cool Warner. I’ll call you in an hour or less.

I finished reading a few more pages in my book, and then I got up and left. I had to pass through several metal detectors to both get in and out of the library. I’m guessing they’re afraid people might come in and shoot at the books, or take a knife to the computers.

I lazily followed the directions Warner had sent me and let anxious thoughts pop up into my mind. How ugly is this guy gonna be? Damn it, I keep forgetting to ask “If you’re over 55 or really fat you are going to have to find someone else.” It’s such an awkward question, so I rarely, if ever, let it slip off my tongue.

I got to Warner’s place and knocked on the door. I had this odd day dream of a child answering the door and tripping over the words “He-llo. My daddy is sha-ving his balls but he’ll be ready in a minute.”

I heard the knob fumble and then twist. The door swung open and revealed Warner – he was (to my shock) young, hot, shirtless and wearing a Santa hat.

I couldn’t believe my good fortune! “Finally,” I thought, “I get to fuck someone who I’d pay to fuck.”

We said our hello’s and I walked in. Warner pointed towards a couch and sat me down. I could tell immediately that he was drunk, or stoned, or something.

Warner offered me cigarette and then lit both of them with a match. He passed me mine and then leaned back in his chair. He rolled his head back and exhaled a galaxy of twisting smoke.

I looked at Warner’s thick, tan neck and chest. His body was smooth, wood colored and in stark contrast to the jet black, curly hair that seeped out beneath the underside of his festive hat.

Warner told me that it was his birthday and that he had never been with a guy before. He told me that he had been drinking all day, so he apologized if he stumbled over his words.

I told him that I didn’t mind as I sucked on the filter of my cigarette.

We made pleasant small talk as we continued smoking out cigarettes. Then we both squished them out into a glass ash tray. Warner, still sitting, reached his hands down to the seem of his shorts and pulled them down off of his legs. Then he threw them across the room, leaving himself completely naked.

His body was thick and muscular. His thighs were thick and lightly dotted with thin hairs that thinned out around his ass and darkened around his dick.

Warner asked me to take my shorts and boxers off. As I did he moved himself closer and squatted in front of me. Then he pulled my dick out of my boxers and put it in his mouth. It was soft at first, but his hot, warm tongue brought it to life in seconds.

I leaned back against the fluffy couch and stared at the twisting ceiling fan while he sucked my cock. For being a first timer Warner was quite good at sucking dick. I’m guessing he learned from all the porn he’s watched.

He swirled his tongue around the head of my dick and then slid it down the back of my cock to my balls. Then he licked and sucked on my balls.

I’ll be the first one to admit that I prefer getting my balls sucked over my cock. And I prefer getting my ass sucked over my balls. Basically, the farther down you go on me, the better it feels.

I felt my balls tense up in Warner’s mouth. All of the semen swimming around in me was preparing to shoot out to freedom. I had to work hard to keep it where it belonged.

Then Warner dragged his tongue down farther until he got to the top of my ass. Then he looked up at me and said “I like your ass. I wanna eat it.”

“Fuck yeah” I said. “I love getting my ass eaten.” (Momentarily I wondered if I had said ‘eat’ properly in the past tense. The syntax sounded awkward when it came out of my mouth.)

Warner swirled his tongue around and then pushed his mouth into my ass as hard as he could as though he was fucking me with his tongue. Then he licked around the crack of my ass before eating me again. My dick was so hard that it hurt.

At this point all I could think about was Warner’s dick. I had seen it before and it was big, nice and hard. It had a few decorative veins running along its sides which made it look incredibly appetizing. I imagined him squatting down as he was – the red ball at the top of his Santa hat pointing down his back, his nice, round ass cheeks flexed slightly apart, his big dick hanging down between his legs.

I wanted to rim him – which says something about my attraction towards him because I rarely ever feel the desire to reciprocate.

I let him lick my ass a bit more and then I told him to stay the way he was – balancing himself on his feet.

I moved down to the ground and then got behind him. I looked at his ass and felt like jizzing all over the floor. It was nice, practically hairless and exposed to the air. I looked up his tan back and admired the muscular lines that paralleled his spine.

I grabbed onto his ass cheeks and spread them apart even farther. Then I moved in and thought for a second “I really hope this isn’t nasty” before I stuck my tongue out and ran it from his hanging balls up to his hole.

It tasted fine – kind of like axe body wash. I flicked my tongue back and forth and then shoved my face in, savoring every bit of his perfect ass.

I reached my hand underneath him and felt his dick. I swirled my hand over the head of his dick and felt the slimy precum oozing out. I could tell Warner wanted to fuck as much as I did.

I kissed his ass one last time and then said “I want you to fuck me.”

He stood up, turned around and said “Awesome. I wanna fuck you on the floor.”

I looked at the wirey carpet and then lowered myself onto my back. Warner got down onto his knees and grabbed me by the shoulders.

“I wanna fuck you like a dog” he said.

I thought it was an odd, semi-degrading way of reffering to doggy style sex, but it also turned me on. I spun myself around and got onto my hands and knees.

Warner rolled on a condom and then greased up my ass with some lube. He gave me a little bit to rub on my cock, then he snapped the bottle of KY closed and pushed down onto my back with one of his hands.

His dick rubbed around my ass for a few seconds and then pushed into me, hard and quick. I felt a sharp pain and told him not to move for a second. He complied, waiting for my word.

I adjusted to the feeling of his big dick in my ass, then I asked him to fuck me.

He moved his hips back a little and then started thrusting – harder and harder with each pump.

Sometimes I don’t like the feeling of a guys dick in my ass. Usually it’s just a fast way to make me cum, but this time was different. His dick felt incredibly good in my ass. It filled me up and rubbed against all of my pleasure inducing nerve endings.

Warner grabbed ahold of my neck and squeezed lightly.

“Beg for me to fuck you” he said, “beg for my big dick.”

I could hardly pay attention through all of the gooey pleasure radiating from my ass, but I listened.

“Please fuck me” I said, “fuck me harder. Yeah, that’s it, fuck me hard.”

“Yeah you like it when I pound your ass, don’t you?” he said with his teeth grit together. “Yeah, it feels so fucking good.”

I moaned and grasped ahold of the carpet fibers like they were the only thing keeping me balanced. My whole body swung back and fourth after awhile as he fucked me harder and deeper.

I could feel the cum in my balls slowly spinning through the tubes in my groin, waiting to burst out onto the carpet.

“Yeah, cum in my ass” I groaned. “I wanna feel you cum.”

He adjusted his position and then fucked me until his pelvic thrusts reached a crichendo.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum” he yelled. “Oh fuuuck yeah.”

I could feel my ass warm up as he pumped the thin condom full of jizz. Once I knew he had cum I went for it. I reached one hand down and pulled at my dick a few times until an intense, hot pleasure radiated out of my ass.

He was finshing up his last few strokes as I came. Every inch of his dick felt amazing. I could feel my ass pulsating with heat as cum drooled out of my dick.

He and I both let our dicks unload for a few more seconds. Then he pulled out.

I stayed on the floor for a bit to catch my breath. Then I got up and accepted a wad of 20’s from Warren.

He thanked me, I thanked him, and then I was on my merry way.

Frat parties and too much beer

I got drunk at a frat party last night. Schools out for a few days so I decided to indulge in some school patriotism.

I found a guy that I thought was cute. He swirled his hands 63% faster than the average male as he spoke, so I interpreted his speedy nature as possible homosexuality.

I befriended him and took a few shots with him. I knew I was on the rim of nausea so I replaced my shots with crystal clear, life giving water. Soon enough Joe was swaying back and fourth and rolling his eyes – clear signs that I was about to get laid.

I walked him home and invited myself up into his place.

He jumped into his bed, his dirty shoes still on his feet, and cocooned himself into his sheets like some alcoholic moth.

I stood next to him and ran my hands across his forehead. He remained motionless for a moment – then he moved his head and took my finger into his mouth. He closed his eyes and sucked on my finger like a Pacifier.

I put my other hand on his chest and slowly slid it down. I could tell that his dick was hard because the sheets were tent-posted, meaning that his hard on was powerful enough to lift his underwear, jeans and bed comforter. I knew then that it had to be big.

I started pulling the sheet off when – zzzzzz – I heard the piercing roar of his snoring. The first little snore’s sound waves blasted through the room, rattling the windows, and then funneled underneath the door and diluted into the air of the dorm hallways.

I tried to shake Joe awake but he wouldn’t budge.

So I stole a beer from his refrigerator and walked home.

I started researching Dr. Phil on Wikipedia, and before I knew it I had clicked through a maze of blue links and I was looking at an article on Transmutation.

True Story – Getting fucked by the captain of the football team

After high school graduation, a few of my friends and I bought ourselves a handle of cheap rum and got plastered drunk. I lost count of how many shots I took after four or five, but it was probably more than I could count with both hands. My organs were working overtime like a pod of depressed, exhausted slaves – chopping corn with skythes and trolling around heavy plows, trying to process the gallons of alcohol that I had drunk the final few weeks of high school.

The alcohol was seeping its way into my fragile brain and penis. After awhile, my dick was hard and I could think of nothing other than sex and cock.

The drunken conversations with my friends soon dissolved into total silence. Next door I could hear a loud graduation party being hosted by one of my old friends. He and I used to spend every waking moment together until we reached highschool. Then he started partying, joined a bunch of varsity sports, and left me in the dust to pursue popularity and pussy.

I knew his house was packed with all of the drunk, horny guys that I had masturbated to countless times since my pubic hair grew in.

I told my best friend that I wanted to go find dick. He grabbed my arm and asked me not to, but then his girlfriend stepped in and told him that there was no use trying to stop me. He looked at me, asked me to be careful, and then released his grip on my arm.

I stepped over all of our passed out friends and then skipped my way down the street.

The giant house party was full of flashing lights, screams of laughter and drunk kids talking in tight little circles. I walked in and was immediately greeted by a forest of eyeballs. A few girls that I had been friends with ran up to me and gave me a big hug – but everyone else looked at me like I was carrying small pox.

“Where the fuck is the alcohol?” I yelled. “I’m fucking thirsty.”

My old friend who was hosting the party looked at me apprehensively and then pointed over towards a giant, frosty keg.

I waited in line with my red cup. When it was my turn, I filled my cup up, chugged all the foamy beer, then repeated the process.

When I felt like my thirst had been quenched, I scanned the crowded room like a cougar on the prowl – using my night vision to identify the hottest, drunkest and easiest guys at the party. I finally honed my attention onto Nick, a guy that I had gone to school with for more than seven years. He was on the football team, the soccer team and the volleyball team. He had blond hair, tan skin and a nice, thick build with little body hair. He had these perpetual dark circles underneath his eyes that made it look like he hadn’t slept in days.

I could tell Nick was drunk by the way he spoke. He was slurring his words and missing high fives with his friends.

I leaned against a wall and stared at him, slowly sipping from my drink, waiting.

Nick finally left his circle of buddies and went upstairs. I looked up the staircase and saw that there were no people or lights on up on the second floor, so I waited a few seconds and then went up.

I found Nick puking in the bathroom. I opened the door and asked if he was okay. He didn’t answer and continued puking out streams of yellow beer.

I sat down on the floor next to him and told him I felt sick too. I patted his back a few times while he heaved out the remainders of his stomach contents. When he was finished he looked over at me with his half open eyes and asked me to give him some mouth wash. He rinsed his mouth out a few times and spat the green juice into the toilet.

Nick lowered himself onto his back and sprawled out across the cold, tile floor.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, “are you trying to fuck me?”

I was glad he had asked.

“Maybe” I said, “but I’m also feeling really sick.”

Nick closed his eyes and slowly ran his hands up and down his sides. Then he grabbed his shirt and pulled it up to wipe his face. When he was done he kept his shirt up, leaving his tan stomach and light blond happy trail visible.

I couldn’t help but put my hand on his stomach and draw circles into his warm skin. Nick didn’t respond, so I slid my hands down slid my fingers below the seem of his boxers. Still no response. I decided to go for it.

Nick kept his eyes closed while I unzipped his pants. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder and heard him say, in a real quiet voice, “don’t.”

I didn’t look at him and instead continued pulling his pants down. His hand released its grip on my shoulder and slid down to my ass. Now I could tell that Nick was interested in hooking up as well.

I pulled down his jeans and stared at his boxers, which were pitched up by his boner. I could tell through the fabric that his dick was nice and thick.

I put my face onto his stomach and slowly peeled his boxers off. His cock snapped up towards my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of it.

His crotch smelled like man – musky, salty and cherry topped with a hint of cinnamon body wash.

I repositioned myself between his legs and licked long strokes up his cock while it rested against his stomach. Then, using only my mouth, I pulled it up and started sucking it.

I thought I was going to orgasm. His dick felt so thick and appetizing in my mouth. I pushed it as far down my throat as I could and sucked on it hard. Nick didn’t react – except for his breathing, which slowly quickened into a pant.

I sucked and sucked at his cock and slurped up the salty pre-cum oozing into my mouth.

Before I could finish him off Nick grabbed my head forcefully and pulled me closer to his face.

Then he whispered “Take off your pants.”

I felt nervous, since I had never really been penetrated before, and because I wasn’t ready, but I felt reassured by the fact that I had just taken a long, hot, soapy shower a few hours before.

I pulled off my pants and underwear and released my cock, which was so hard it hurt.

Nick stood up, his eyes open only part of the time, and pushed me over towards the bathroom sink. I think he wanted to fuck me on the counter, but I didn’t see how that could be done without causing great discomfort to myself, so I grabbed his cock and guided him into the shower.

We didn’t have a condom, but I felt assured that he didn’t have any std’s since he had a girlfriend of more than three years and because I knew this was his first time with a guy.

I moved to the head of the shower and then leaned myself forward so that Nick could have access to my ass.

My swirled his hands over my ass cheeks – pulling them apart and then pushing them back together. Then he moved his hands up to my shoulders and gripped them tightly. His hold on me was slightly painful, but it also made my dick steal – no, diamond hard.

I felt his dick prod around my ass and slide up and down my crack. Then he tried to push it in but it wouldn’t go because there was no lubrication.

Of course, I thought, Lube. We need lube. I looked around the bathroom and saw nothing but sunscreen. I reached over and grabbed it off of the counter. Then I filled my hands with it, turned around and doused Nick’s big dick with it. I rubbed it over his cock slowly, feeling the shaft and balls as much as I could. Then I turned back around and grit my teeth.

Nick stuck some of the lotion into my ass with a few fingers. Then he grabbed my shoulders again and pressed his dick against me. This time I felt it slide in – and fuck did it hurt! I let out a squeal that sounded something like a frog being stepped on or a rabbit being raped.

I swung my hips forward so his cock popped out of my ass. Then I waited for my ass to finish with its dramatic spasms. When it had calmed down, I reached my hand around and pulled Nicks cock in for a second time. The second time hurt like a bitch too. He slowly pushed it in and I think I was only able to tolerate it because I was so drunk.

For the first time I felt a dick in me and it felt…horrible, but also incredible.

He slid his dick all the way in until I felt a sharp pain behind my belly button. Then I felt his balls against the bottom of my ass and realized that he was all the way inside me.

He bit the back of my neck and and slowly started withdrawing his dick, then he pushed it in slowly again.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot” he said quietly as he pulled his cock out. I turned around and watched him jack himself off until cum was drooling out of the head of his dick and onto the floor of the tub.

I kneeled down and licked the head of his dick a few times – trying to eat his cum but instead all I could taste was sunscreen and ass.

I grabbed my cock when he was stroking out the last few pumps of his seed and started jacking myself off furiously. I was so turned on but I couldn’t reach orgasm, probably because of the rum twisting its way through my veins.

I finally gave up and rinsed my mouth out with water.

Then I got dressed and told Nick to lye back down on the floor. He did and, before I left, he made me promise to god that I wouldn’t tell anybody what just happened. He said his father would kick him out of the house and not send him to college if he thought his son was gay. I promised and then left the bathroom.

Some guys in the hall asked me what I was doing in the bathroom for so long and I said that Nick was really sick and I was trying to help him.

Then I skipped out of the party and called every single person I had ever met in my entire life to tell them what had just happened.

My ass is trying new things

Today I broke into my grandfathers house, stole his underwear and decided to snap a picture of my ass in them.

Truthfully, I have always found myself desperately attracted to men wearing briefs – assuming, of course, that they guy wearing them is attractive. Ever since I saw the opening sequence of Nightmare on Elm Street – when Tina’s rag doll body is thrown into her whitie tightie wearing boyfriend who then collapses onto a nightstand and heads face first into the floor with a lamp – I’ve found them morbidly sexy.

Recently, me and the guy I’ve been having sex with for free, have been trying kinkier stuff in bed.

*sound of the bed squeeking*

Oh, you wanna fuck, Moses? Alright, how do you wanna fuck me?

*sound of chains falling out of Moses’s hand*

Oh yeah – that sounds hot, where do you wanna tie me up?

*sound of hand patting front bed board*

Alright, here I am. Tie me up.

Mmmm, yeah, that feels good. Oh, what are you doing spreading my ass cheeks like that? Uhnnnn – that feels good when you rim my ass.

*slurp slurp slurp – lick lick lick*

Oh, yeah, now you’re gonna fuck me. Go slowly….ouch! Uhnn, that hurts, not so fast. Uhnn, slow the fuck down. Awww, that hurts like fuck but feels really good. Yeah, fuck me.

*slap*

Oh yeah, slap my ass. Fuck yeah.

*hard slap*

Fuck yeah. Fucking slap me.

*WOMP*

Haha, okay – Ouch!

*kick*

Hehe, that fuckin tickles!

*stab*

Ouch, geez – maybe I’m not cut out for this S&M stuff.

*choke*

Hhehe – ack! hfhjhsasassddf

*gunshot*

Oh yeah, this morning I get a series of text messages from Moses saying that he is “in love with me and would do anything for me. I don’t care what other people say, I’m in love with you. I’d fight someone for you and beat the shit out of them if you asked me to.”

Trouble is that I don’t really like him too much.

But its nice having someone say they’re in love with me. Only heard that from females before.