Just a dumb fuck

Taboo

What makes me gay? A few months ago I was straight. Now, I am sat here, naked, in a jacuzzi with an amazingly gorgeous girl, with awesome tits and I’ve just seen her pussy, and I’m thinking about her brother. He’s similar to me in physique, but a ginger, with creamy skin and a cock just a bit smaller than mine, yet I prefer to look at him, think about him, rather than his sister.

I’ve had sex with a girl, well, three of them, all of them pretty hot too, just a few weeks ago. I kind of enjoyed it. Physically anyway. It felt good as they all took turns to suck my cock, let me suck on their tits. Then they straddled me and rode on my cock. Made me cum. I loved that. Seeing their tits bounce as they rode up and down, moved my cock around inside them, gave themselves an orgasm on my dick. I even managed to get hard again and fuck one of them for a fourth time, put her on all fours, rammed my cock up her wet pussy from behind, mounted and mated her like a dog, shot my cum inside her. Okay, that was about the end of me. I couldn’t manage any more than that. I fell asleep.

That’s when my world sort of imploded. I got woken up by the girls jumping out of bed, leaving me there as the parents of one of them arrived home unexpectedly, discovered the party, discovered me and three girls in bed. I didn’t tell my mates in my tweet that I fell asleep. Not the done thing. But to be fair, I was worn out. I bet none of them could fuck three girls in a row and stay awake. Maybe I should have had less to drink. Stuck to lemonade.

Then there’s Shane. Beautiful Shane. He’s not just a nice person, he’s actually beautiful. I’ve slept in his bed several times. Put my arms around him. Smelled that sweet scent he has. I even buy the same ginger and orange shower gel he uses, but it smells better on him. He just looks so good. A sweet smile. Curly blond hair. Awesome blue eyes. A body to die for. Not muscular like mine, but not weedy. Just perfect. Smooth. Cute little pink nipples. His cock too. So perfect. The feeling of touching it in the shower that day. Why do I like him so much? He’s straight, maybe just about to get a girlfriend, but he likes me too in his own way. Doesn’t mind that I like him as more than just a friend.

Plus there’s Jackson and Jayden and Connor. Awesome muscle guys. Heavyweights. Lean and fit as fuck. Different but similar. Threatening. Bad boys. Fucking awesome boys. Physically perfect. And behind those officer facades, superior and aloof, they are guys that I like. Honest. Decent. Reliable. I know what they think about me, but they don’t know the truth. We could be friends if I didn’t screw up so much. I’m not sure if Jackson and Jayden are gay or not. They were fucking each other. I saw Jackson really hammering away at Jayden’s arse. He admitted too that Jayden fucks him. Is what they do just physical, pure lust? Or something more? They don’t behave around each other as if they are in love. Both of them were eager to hunt down girls at the exhibition tonight.

Kyle is gay, in love with Lee, and doesn’t mind who knows it. Both of them are hot. Physically fit – well, you have to be to be a football quarterback. All that running around and posing. But they are so normal. Just like a boy and girl. They hold hands. Kiss each other. Share a milk shake and a slice of pie. Lee even smiles and winks at me at times. Just to keep Kyle on his toes I guess because he does the same to Shane and Travis and Noah and Will. He always makes sure Kyle notices. I can just imagine the two of them getting old together.

Then there’s Nathan. Older than me by a year. My superior in rank. Our dorm senior now. The water polo team deputy captain even though he’s just a sophomore. Awesome body. His cock is about as long as mine, but a fraction slimmer. I can just imagine what it might be like to hold it. Dream of finding out what it might be like to taste it. Lick it, suck it. Feel it rubbed against me. What it might be like to put him on all fours in front of me and ram my dick up his bubble butt, fuck him like Jackson nailed Jayden. That’s got to make me gay, right?

I’ve fucked girls and enjoyed it. But that was physical. I look at guys and feel different. I haven’t fucked a guy. I’ve been naked with guys, even played with Travis and Shane in the showers. Touched their cocks. They are straight, but it was a turn on. Then, that night at the country club, and those nights in the dorm when I shared a bed with Shane, held him close, snuggled up to him, smelled him, that was awesome. It felt better than with the girls, even though we didn’t have sex. Just touched.

Is that what love is?

“BOOTS?”

What the fuck? Nathan’s just asked me something. I haven’t got a clue what he just asked me.  

“Sorry, Sergeant,” I spluttered automatically.

“Sergeant?” Elizabeth is looking right at me. “How cute. If you throw him a stick, Nathan, will he bring it back to you?”

Nathan glared at Elizabeth. “Ignore her, Boots.”

“I was just asking if you’d mind getting me another drink, Craig,” said Elizabeth, holding out her empty glass. “This one seems to have evaporated. But thinking about it, it would be best if my little brother went to get one for me. He knows where the wine is kept, and won’t get embarrassed standing up in front of me, will you brother?”

Nat smiled at her, took her glass, climbed out of the jacuzzi and disappeared back towards the kitchen. Bloody hell, that leaves me alone with Elizabeth. From what I’ve just calculated, she’s either twenty or twenty-one. Probably the best-looking girl I’ve ever seen, clothed or naked. And she’s definitely naked right now. Just three feet away from me. I can see her tits through the water. So why do I think about Nathan more? That has to be proof I am gay, right?

“Are you going to torture my baby brother all night, Craig?” asked Elizabeth. “It’s painful to watch. He takes you to dinner, plays lots of boy’s games with you like driving in his silly car, plies you with drink and gets you naked, yet you still don’t cotton on. You really are a dumb fuck. Either give him a punch on the nose and tell him you’re straight, or put him out of his misery and at least give him a kiss. Surely he’s earned that much.”

What? I just looked at Elizabeth, hardly believing what she had just said. Nathan doesn’t fancy me. He’s straight. He’s never given me any indication he likes me, at least not that way. He’s just a friend. At least, he’s a friend away from college. At college he’s my sergeant, and he can be a scary strict sergeant at times too. Like he should be.

Elizabeth is still looking at me, expecting an answer.

“I don’t think Nathan is interested in me that way, Elizabeth. And you said he prefers to bring girls back here.”

“That doesn’t count for anything, Craig, does it? You had sex with those girls at Oakdale, but I‘ve seen you looking at Nathan too, and he’s definitely been giving you the same kind of look all weekend. You don’t seem to have grasped that my sweet little brother is definitely try-sexual.”

Trisexual? That’s a new one. I’ve heard of bisexual, I might even be bisexual myself. Sort of. I still find it hard not to look at Elizabeth sat naked right alongside me. Nathan’s kind of hotter though. In a completely different way. Not just physical.

“No, Craig, not trisexual,” smiled Elizabeth as she revelled in my bewilderment, “Try sexual. As in my horny little brother will try and stick his dick anywhere that he thinks is available.”

“Well, he’s bloody well not tried it with me,” I blurted out, “Or Riley, or any of the guys at Swim Club, or in the dorm. He’s just not interested in boys.”

“You sound almost disappointed, Craig.”

She’s as bad as Nathan. It must be something genetic. Just staring right at me, making me feel like I’m under a ten zillion lumen spotlight and just have to reply.

“Well, I guess it’s your call. It seems Nathan’s definitely learned that lesson. He’s not going to make the first move this time, Craig, but he has done everything he can to make it plain to you he’s interested. What do you have to lose? You tried the Oakdale girls, and by all accounts didn’t seem that enamoured by them until they decided you needed a helping hand, so why not look elsewhere? Just the once maybe, for the experience?”

 Elizabeth might just as well have hit me over the head with a sledgehammer. She definitely knows something about that night at Oakdale. She’s just playing with me, sticking pins in me like a voodoo doll, letting me know that she knows something. What is she up to? I’m no good with girls like her. So pretty, so deadly. I’d much rather do five rounds in the ring with Jackson or Jayden than five minutes with her. At least then I can fight back. Girls have an unfair advantage. Guys can’t fight back against girls. Okay, I know some guys do get violent towards girls, or at least verbally abusive, but they shouldn’t. That’s not right. But it’s not right when smart girls take advantage of that. Twist you round their little finger. Like the Oakdale girls did. Well, some of them, the ones that thought they could steal me away from Mackenzie.

“There wasn’t anything going on between me and Mackenzie at that party, Elizabeth, other than a little bit of flirting.”

I can’t believe I’m telling her this. I haven’t told anyone this. And now my mouth has just disconnected from my brain and gone into overdrive.

“Mackenzie was nice to me, and she knew how old I was. I was her brother’s science class partner, that’s all. The flirting was just fun for both of us, it wasn’t going to lead anywhere, but some of the other girls decided to muscle in on that, decided things were going to go further. I don’t think it was just because they fancied me, I think it was more because they wanted to take what they thought Mackenzie wanted. It was as much about getting at her as it was about getting me in bed. ‘Taking her toy away’ as you put it earlier. Is that what this is about? Are you trying to get at Nathan somehow through me too?”

The expression on Elizabeth’s face has changed. It’s not that haughty, icy stare any more. It’s almost friendly. Like the way she looked at me at the Parents’ Weekend when I held the door open for her in the Commandant’s office, and when I escorted her and Mrs Bauer into the auditorium to see Nathan get promoted. As if she might actually like me.

“No Craig, I’m not trying to get at Nathan through you. I was just trying to get through to you. To see if the rumours about you are true before you hurt Nathan. Despite what you might think, I actually care very deeply about that brat of a brother of mine. Care about him throwing away his future and going to West Point instead of the Juilliard because that’s what papa expects him to do. Care about him getting close to someone who would take advantage of him. Someone who rumour says isn’t beyond using drugs to get a girl in bed. But that’s not what happened though, is it Craig? You’re more Lear than lecherous, isn’t that so? More sinn’d against than sinning?  Well, as things stand, only you can close those pent-up guilts, and your time’s running out.”  

I was still struggling to think what to say to Elizabeth when the door opened and Nathan came back in with another glass of champagne for her. He placed the glass on the edge of the jacuzzi beside her and then went over to a cupboard, took out some rolled up towels and bath robes, and placed them by the side of the jacuzzi. That’s useful. When he climbed back in with us, he made a point of sitting between me and Elizabeth.

“So, as the water hasn’t iced over, I’m guessing you two managed to find something almost nice to say to each other while I was off raiding the cellars?” said Nathan as he took a sip of his whisky. I hadn’t touched any of mine since he had left me and Elizabeth alone together. I wasn’t sure I wanted any now, no matter how good it is. I need to keep my head clear. That is a lesson I have bloody well learned around girls.

“Oh, we’ve just had a very enlightening discussion, haven’t we Craig? All about your school. What’s the motto again? Honor. Integrity. Courage. All very noble qualities of course, but can cause real trouble when misdirected. Isn’t that so, Craig?”

Now they are both looking at me. Elizabeth knows something, and I’ve just about gone and confirmed to her that she’s on the right track. Nathan’s clearly suspicious too, and Elizabeth will probably tell him what she knows. I took a cautious sip of my whisky, buying time, trying to think what to say next.

“Come on Boots, bring your glass, we’ve still got time to go and get in a short film before bed.” Nathan climbed out of the jacuzzi and stood by the side, picked up a towel and held it out for me.

Elizabeth smiled and glanced at me. “He can be very gallant at times, I think maybe he’s catching that from you, Craig. Anyway, I’m not looking.” She actually did look away as I climbed out of the jacuzzi and grabbed the towel from Nathan, dried off quickly then slipped on the big fluffy bath robe.

“Remember, Boots,” called Elizabeth gently as I followed Nathan from the pool room, “Punch him or kiss him…”

* * *

I followed Nathan to his bedroom, then followed in after him when we got there. As he switched on the big screen and flicked through the menu to bring up his film collection, I placed the tuxedo and shirt I’d borrowed from him carefully on one for the spare chairs.

“Thanks, Nathan,” I said.

“That’s no problem, Boots, I can’t wear two at once and you looked good in it. Plenty of people were eyeing you up tonight. It always pays to dress a level above everyone else at events like that. Stand out and focus attention.”

“No, I meant thanks not just for loaning me your tuxedo, but also for rescuing me from Elizabeth in the jacuzzi.”

“You didn’t need rescuing Boots, I keep telling you, she likes you. She actually likes me too, believe it or not, she just has a strange way of showing it. I even like her. Trust me. We just have our little act. It drives most people mad. Next time she visits me at college I’m tempted to let her get a marker pen and put tiger stripes in my hair again, see what people make of that. I think even Kyle would flip. Jackson definitely would. And speaking of Jackson, did you see the way she was playing him tonight, just reeled him and let him think he was the one making the catch?”

Nathan would actually look kind of cute with stripes in his hair.

“That’s better, Boots, you look better when you smile. Jump onto the bed, it’s more comfortable than the chairs. I’ll swing the screen round to face it.”

As Nathan swung the screen round on its arm to face his bed, I sat on the edge of it and put my glass of whisky, which was still almost untouched, on the bedside cabinet. Nathan’s glass was almost empty but he soon had that fixed. He walked over to his desk, which is a huge old antique writing bureau, opened one of the cupboards built into and took out a bottle of whisky to top up the glass. It was another bottle of Isle of Jura, 1965. He has his own bottle of Jura.

As Nathan turned around and walked over towards me and the bed, I stood up, grabbed my glass and took a big slurp of it. I managed not to cough. As I stood holding the glass, thinking, Nathan paused just a foot or so away from me.

“Sorry, Boots, I didn’t think to ask, I thought your glass was still full. I can top it up for you.”

“No, Nat, I’m good with the whisky. It’s just that, well…, I was going to say, about tonight, that…”

Nat’s standing there, looking at me. Those big sparkly amber - hazel eyes. I’ve forgotten what I was going to say. I don’t think I actually knew what I was going to say. Words didn’t come into it. Well, not my words anyway. But Elizabeth’s words were still ringing in my ears. ‘Punch him or kiss him’.

I kissed him. Put both my hands on his shoulders, pulled him right up to me and kissed him. Just held him tight to me, felt the warmth of his body through our soft cotton robes, smelled a hint of cologne on his neck. For a moment Nathan stood there transfixed, as if he thought I was playing a trick on him, kissing him just for devilment as I had done back in the gym when I’d hunted him down for playing his prank on me with the jammers. Then he relaxed, realised I wasn’t pranking him. His eyes seemed to glow, then he leaned forward and kissed me too. Held me close to him. For a moment neither of us spoke, neither of us moved, then, simultaneously, we both twisted around and put our tumblers down on the bedside cabinet.

I’m not sure if he pushed me, or I pulled him, but we fell onto his bed together, rolled and twisted, vying for supremacy, each of us trying to get on top of the other, to take control. I kissed him as we competed. He kissed me. Then I had him, pinned him down under me, sat astride him with my hands on his wrists, holding them beside his head, leaned forward, smiled at his amazing smile, licked the tip of his nose, kissed his lips again, eased the lapels of his soft cotton robe aside with my chin, licked on down, exposed a nipple, licked it, kissed it, heard him sigh gently as I continued to lick and suck at his sensitive nipple, switched to the other, then back up to his lips, kissed him again.

As I relaxed and began to take in his gorgeous smile, Nathan suddenly tensed up, managed to surprise me and flip me off him, rolled me over onto my back and then lay on top of me, his lips against mine, kissing me, now holding me down with both his hands on my shoulders. My hands were both free. I reached up, grabbed the collar of his robe, pulled it back off his shoulders, pulling his arms off me and trapping them by his side. He wriggled free of his robe, tried to pin me down again, his beautiful, pale white, naked body against mine as I struggled out from under him. Nat smiled as I broke free, and smiled even more when I didn’t break away, just rolled over onto my back again and smiled up at him, allowed him to lean over, to kiss me again. He slipped my robe open, leaned across, lay on top of me, his naked body against mine, our lips touching as we kissed once more, his eyes sparkling unbelievably.

His cock was hard. So was mine. Touching each other. Nathan reached down, took both our stiff cocks, held them tight together in his hand, began to slowly stroke us both. I sighed with pleasure as we continued to kiss, amazed by how good it felt to have him naked on top of me, the warmth of his soft, smooth body against mine, the fiery red fuzz of his short pubic hair pressed against my dark cock hair as he wanked us both simultaneously, slowly and sensually enhancing our pleasure. I ran my fingers down his back, feeling every inch of him as we continued to kiss each other, to move together, rubbing against each other. It didn’t feel anything like this good with the Oakdale girls.

Guys are different to girls. The girls were soft, rounded, curvaceous, their bodies yielded to my touch. Nathan is different. His body is hard, angular, lean. It doesn’t give beneath me, has impressive strength on top of me. And always there is that taboo presence between us: his stiff cock digging against me, mine poking against him. I think it’s that taboo element that adds an extra dimension to this. A dimension beyond his wolf eyes, his fiery copper hair, his creamy skin, the few freckles on his shoulders. Bloody hell, he’s hot.

I caught Nat off guard, rolled him over onto his back, lay on top of him, pressing him down onto the bed as I grabbed his wrists, pinned them beside his head once more. He relaxed, didn’t resist as I kissed him, slid my stiff cock between his thighs. If he were a girl, I could fuck him like this, my cock inside him, kissing him. Nathan clamped his thighs around my cock, moved them against me, massaging my cock, exquisitely pleasurable. I gasped out loud, relishing the feeling, compounded by the feel of his stiff cock trapped between us. Nathan was smiling. Whispered in my ear, “Almost as good as fucking a girl, isn’t it, Boots?”

It’s better. I can’t describe how, or why, but it’s better. A fit, muscular guy under me, my cock between his legs, thrusting back and forward, seeing him smile, encouraging me. Feeling his stiff dick leak pre-cum against my stomach. Those eyes. Nathan. Beneath me. Naked. Hard.

Suddenly he’s no longer beneath me. He’s managed to throw me off him, rolled me over onto my back again, twisted around, straddled me. He’s on all fours above me. His mouth around my cock. His tongue flickering over the sensitive tip of my achingly stiff cock. Almost unbearable pleasure. He’s starting to suck me, slowly and sensually. Taking more and more of my cock into his mouth. That feels so good.

Nathan’s cock is above my face. His balls tight. That copper fuzz around the base of his dick, lightly covering his balls. His cock. A guy’s cock. Long and slim. Just inches from my mouth. I opened my mouth, stretched up, licked the tip of his cock. Tasted a man for the first time. Enjoyed it. So dirty. So horny. So fucking awesome! I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m loving doing this. Nathan shifted position slightly, pushed his cock down to my mouth again, into my mouth, eased it in, began to face fuck me, slowly and gently. All the time continuing to suck my cock. The Oakdale girls didn’t suck me like this. Couldn’t give me a cock to suck on. Sure, I sucked their tits, licked their pussies. Neither compared to this. Having Nathan ram his cock into my mouth. Fuck my mouth. Wow! That’s amazing.

I reached up, placed my hands on Nat’s tight, smooth arse, pulled him into me, eager to prevent him taking his cock away. I want his cock. Sucking his cock is so good. He’s got to be enjoying it too. He’s moving with me, gently rolling back and forwards as he sucks me, fucks my mouth. I’m thrusting up into his mouth, delighting in the awesome feeling of his tongue pleasuring me. We’re both sighing and gasping. Nat’s stroking my balls, lightly running his fingers between my legs, gently, softly, caressing, stroking that sensitive area between my balls and my arse. His tongue still pleasuring the very tip of my cock, right where I’m most sensitive.

I’m going to cum.

I tried to warn Nat, to give him the chance to pull away, tried to pull my cock out of his mouth. He pinned me in place, continued to suck me. Continued to thrust his own beautiful cock into my mouth. I felt his balls tighten, felt his cock begin to throb and spasm, felt the torrent of sperm he unleashed flood into my mouth, struggled to swallow it. I was cumming in his mouth, thrusting upwards. Forcing my cock into him as he sank down onto it. For a few seconds we both struggled to take each other’s cum, to swallow it. I can’t describe how good it felt. How dirty. How hot. To shoot my sticky warm sperm into a guy’s mouth. To take his cum. This is so wrong. So fantastically good. So hot.

Neither of us could move. Neither of us could speak. We stayed, frozen in position, for what seemed a lifetime. My hard cock in Nathan’s mouth. His in mine. Tasting the last drops of each other’s sperm. His musky scent flooding into my nostrils. A weird, salt-sweet taste on my tongue. Nathan’s taste. I can’t describe how t felt as he gently licked the tip of my cock, devouring the last drops of my semen.

After an eternity, he rolled off me, twisted back around, kissed me. We climbed into his bed, kissed again. We jostled for position and I won, drifted off to sleep as big spoon, my arms around him, my cock nestled against his naked arse.