Cum For Me Alex, And Your Little Stories Too

Alex was a name I thought no one would ever call me in real life. It was the name of the first boy I ever had a crush on. Well, it was actually the name of the first PERSON I ever had a crush on, not just a boy. It was the pen name I used for years so no one would ever know my true identity.

I set up email accounts, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Instagram, and pretty much every other social media or method of contact for Alex. In private, I called it Project Alex and here’s why. You see, Alex wasn’t just the name of the boy who wrote stories online of his wildest fantasies in bed. No, Alex wrote to other gay men and women all over the world asking for their advice on how to tell his family that he was gay. Asking them for advice for how to tell his friends. And asking them the unthinkable, how to tell the world without losing everything he built up over the last decade with a perfect life outside of love.

When I told my real-life family that I was gay, I told them I also created a pen name a few years prior to help me get advice on how to come out of the closet but refused to tell them what it was. So, even those closest to me never knew how big Project Alex was or how sexual it became.

A short while after telling my family the truth, I called a boy my boyfriend for the first time. We went out a few times, spoke on the phone every night, messed around a little while watching movies on the couch, and all that really fun relationship stuff like holding hands in the park. Nothing too sappy but c’mon, we’re gay so it’s bound to get sappy at some points.

I kept writing for Project Alex but decided never to bring my real-life boyfriend into any of my stories. I knew he would never read them but I didn’t want for myself to think that I was just taking every very intimate moment we had together and making it into a story I tell to thousands online. That wouldn’t have been fair to him nor to me. Our moments were our intimate moments and just that. The stories were something on the side.

Skip ahead a few months and now I was leaving some of my clothes and other belongings over his house. It just made things easier in the long run rather than running back and forth to get a toothbrush and other odds and ends.

In real life I do tons of research online for work and to do that research, I obviously need a computer. So, I own two of them. One in my office at home and the other is a laptop I can take on the road with me when I’m travelling. But seeing how much time I was spending over my boyfriend’s house, I decided to take my laptop over his place that way I can do research lying in bed while I waited for him to get out of the shower or something. That was my first mistake.

One night he was taking a shower and I did as I always did, legitimate research for work. I normally emailed myself a link to an interesting article or story if I planned on using it on my next piece for work. That way I could access the story again on my phone or on my home office computer. But I forgot to copy and send myself the link that night over his place. That was my second mistake.

The next morning, my editor was on my ass about getting him the next story. I was in my office at home and knew I didn’t have time to find the article again or drive to my boyfriend’s place to grab my laptop. But I knew he was home so I figured; what was he harm in my boyfriend opening my computer and sending me the link? That was my third mistake.

So, I quickly called him and after explaining the situation, without thinking I asked him to open my laptop and send me the link to the article I was reading the night before. I knew he wouldn’t find anything bad on my search history because I no longer have the need to watch videos online. I had him for everything like that now. But I gave him my computer password and allowed him to log in. That was the final nail in the coffin for me.

No one, and I mean no one ever was allowed access to my computer without my careful supervision and without me behind the keyboard and mouse. But I trusted him to get the link and close the laptop. I even heard him shut the laptop through the phone. Too bad I made my password too easy to remember, after all it included his name – ‘cuteasstroye’. And yes, he laughed when I told him what it was but he also thought it was cute that I thought of him like that. Like I said, us gays are sappy as shit sometimes.

But while he was on my computer, he just happen to spot the file saved on my desktop called ‘Project Alex’. Inside the file was every story I’ve ever written. I’ve been writing for over two years now, publishing 55 stories a year, and tons of stories which don’t make the cut.

Troye told me early on he had been cheated on before by a boy who didn’t know how good he had it until Troye was gone. So, I could understand Troye’s curiosity getting the better of him when he read another man’s name on my computer. I can’t blame him for opening the computer up after I got off the phone with him and logging back in. I can’t blame him for wondering if I was the same kind of guy as his ex.

He apparently opened up the file, saw the hundreds of documents in the file with very erotic names. Names like “Wet Dream Cum True” and “A Crusty Sock”. You know, the kind of stories you don’t have to read in order to know they’re sexual. But right then and there, Troye knew that I was not cheating on him. He knew that Project Alex must have been a pen name I used to write very sexy stories. He didn’t know I had readers online but he wanted to be a reader himself.

He told me later that he feared I set up some firewall on the computer to notify me if someone was reading those stories so he copied them onto his flash drive, closed my computer and started reading them all one by one using his laptop. He said it took him several days to read them all because most of them made him want to – you know, touch himself. And that took a ton of time away from the reading portion of his endeavor.

But eventually he made it through them all. After reading, he knew all my wildest thoughts and fantasies. He was the first and still is the only one to ever put a face to the man who calls himself Alex. And Troye liked that. He felt bad for snooping but at the same time, he felt more connected to me because my deepest secret I kept from him was something him and I could enjoy together.

A couple nights later in bed, we started making out and we both knew where it would lead. But he called out for me to stop for a moment because he had a surprise for me. He ran into his washroom and came out with nothing but a football jersey on. I was really surprised since we never did roleplay before but I always wanted to fuck a football player so I was too into the mood to notice it was the first of many signs he had read my stories.

The next time we got into the mood, he was about to make me explode all over his chest. He suddenly reached underneath his pillow and pulled out a sock which had his dried-up cum already inside of it. He rolled it onto my cock like a condom and made me cum inside atop his previous load. When I asked him about it, he told me that he thought I might like to use the same sock he did the night before when he thought about me for too long and just had to touch himself or else he wasn’t going down. Oh, and he also explained how it made for an easier cleanup. So, I paid it no mind.

A week past and he still made no direct mention to my stories. But a week and a half later, we were watching this really romantic scene in a film on television. We were lying in his bed under the covers with me resting my head on his arm like we always did. I loved the smell of his armpit and the safety of him holding me. It was cute as fuck – get over it. He commented how he thinks there should be more movies made with a gay couple instead of always showing a guy and gal get it on which I tend to agree with him on. So, I asked him how he would make the film better.

He explained he would cast the best looking guy he knows as the lead actor and himself as the costar. But that begged a deep question. So, I rolled over slightly, put my hand on his chest, and blocked the television with my head as I rested my chin on my hand. I asked him who the lead star would be then. Basically, I asked him what celebrity he would want to kiss if given the opportunity.

I fully expected some actual film star. You know, the Harry Stiles, Jake Gyllenhaal types. But no, he told me that he would cast me as the lead actor, the best looking guy he knows. Sorry, I did warn you we get sappy as shit sometimes.

“Oh really” I said, “And what would you have the characters do?” I continued, fully knowing how he would respond.

And he responded better than I hoped, forcing his hand under my pajamas and playing with my balls as he told me the first part of the story. “I’d have my character play a little game at first and tease his co-star. Then I’d have them make out.” He said as he forced his tongue deep into my mouth.

Before too long my dick was rock solid and so was his. We both threw our clothes off to the foot of the bed and had the sheets down on the floor. What can I say? We loved fucking with the lights on and seeing each other’s every move.

I was pinned onto the bed and he started to get the lube he kept in his nightstand for just this occasion. He knew I got excited for him, after all he was sexy as hell with his short brown hair, skinny chest, and smooth ass. He gave me head plenty of times before but every time we fucked, he really saw no point in blowing me when I got excited for him at the drop of a hat anyway. So, he just skipped the middle step and started pouring the lube onto my mushroom tip and slathering it all over my shaft with his long fingers.

Before he climbed back on top of me, he took one of his now lubed up fingers and slid it into my ass and fucked me with his finger a few times just to get me more excited than I already was. Troye then climbed on me cowboy style and positioned my dick right below his ass before slowly sitting down, allowing me to penetrate his tight hole.

His ass felt fantastic around my cock. As he got more and more used to me being inside of him, he started riding me faster and faster. It took me a while to get to the breaking point but I wanted to enjoy every second of him riding me. The first time he rode me, I cummed way too early from the pure excitement and I wanted to remember this one a lot better. Plus, I loved seeing him work up a sweat for me. It was getting me more and more in the mood to have him in my ass a few minutes later.

But eventually, I was nearing my breaking point. He saw me look up at him, dead in the eyes with an open mouth before I whispered to him that I was about to shoot my load.

With one last push down so my shaft was fully inside of his ass, he called out to me “Oh, cum for me Alex!” while he massaged my chest with his hands. But that just pushed me over the edge. I started shooting my huge load deep inside of him with a feeling of pure ecstasy on my mind and every nerve in my cock feeling like lightning bolts were going through them.

After he could feel I was done shooting, he leaned down to kiss me with my cock now sliding out of his ass with ease. Before he got all the way down, I took my hands and pressed them up against his chest, pushing him back up.

“Why the fuck did you just call me Alex?”

“I thought you liked being called that.” he replied.

“Why?” I said as I looked at him in utter confusion and disgust.

“Because that’s what you call yourself in your stories.”

“Wait, what stories?” I now looked at him with a shocked look on my face with my heart pounding that my deepest secret was exposed.

“You know, Project Alex. Those sexy stories you write.”

“You read my stories?”

“Of course.”

“Do you comment on them?”

“Wait…comment? They were just word documents on your computer… Comment? Holy shit, that means you post those somewhere.”

“Umm, yeah. Are you mad?”

“No. Are you mad that I read them?”

“When did you read them?”

“Remember that day you gave me your password, well, I saw the name Alex on your computer and I thought you might be cheating so I opened it up and low and behold it was your stories.”

“I would never cheat on you. But how many did you read?”

“All of them but it took me a while seeing that almost all of them made me cum half-way through.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. You know I love making other boys cum. But I promise I don’t talk about us in those stories.”

“I know. But I’ve noticed a common theme.”

“What’s that?”

“Alex’s boyfriend is always named Troye.”

“Yeah, funny how that works.”

“Even the stories that are dated months before we started dating have Troye as Alex’s boyfriend.”

“Yeah…funny how that works.”

“So, you started making me your boyfriend in your stories right when we first met and before we started to date?”

“Of course, I knew you would someday be mine. I just didn’t know how long it would take to get you in real life. So, I made you mine in my fantasy world in the meantime. But then everyone fell in love with you so I had to keep you in the stories after we made our real relationship official.”

“Other people like me?”

“Why wouldn’t they? You’re sexy as fuck in the stories and even sexier in real life. Plus, you wanna know the best part?”

“Sure.”

“When I first introduced you in the stories, I didn’t know how big you were so I just guessed. Now everyone knows you for having an average dick. But in real life, I get to know you for having a much bigger cock.”

“Oh really” he said in a seductive voice as to hint at what he wanted me to do to him in return.

“Yeah but although I can understand why, that big cock still went snooping on my computer without asking me what Alex was. I would have told you if you asked but seeing that you can’t keep your paws out of places they shouldn’t be, I guess you’ll just have to use one of those dirty paws of yours to show me what you do when you’re reading one of my stories.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to sit up like that…”

“Yeah…”

“Think about one of my stories, whichever one you want…”

“And…”

“And show me what you do to yourself as you read all my stories.”

“But you came in my ass?”

“And next time, you’ll cum in my ass too, I promise. But right now, you’re in the doghouse and this is your punishment.”

“Yeah, but you like me being a puppy in a doghouse and you like handing out punishments.”

“So, you have read all my stories. Now do you wanna cum on me or not?”

“I do.”

“Well then, you can kiss me as much as you want but you better get to it.”

He bent down to give me a giant French kiss as he started to stroke himself rapidly. It didn’t take him very long to get to the breaking point. He sat back up like he was when he rode me like a cowboy and started shooting his load all over my chest and into my awaiting, open mouth. After he was all done, I wiped my hand across my chest wiping up all the little white droplets and I licked each of my fingers dry. His cum tasted like the best kind of cake frosting you’ve ever eaten, sweet and made with love.