Johnny came over last night. I wasn't expecting him. We had decided that since he's my brother's best friend that we would cool things down and take a step back. Neither one of us wanted to ruin our relationships with him. As far as my brother knew, Johnny was straight and so was I.
But last night, Johnny showed up and I let him in. I tried to ward off his advances but he's just so fucking sexy and charming. And his body is off the charts. And he fucks like a machine. He's the first dude I've ever been with so I don't have anyone to compare him to, but all I know is that when he's inside me, I want him there forever.
He rolls over on top of me and kisses me. My dick is instantly hard. I can still feel his loads inside me from the multiple times he fucked me last night. I asked him once if I could fuck him. He laughed in my face and said, "Fuck no. You're the bitch in this situation." He was half kidding, I think. It pissed me off and I didn't talk to him for a whole day. By late that night, he was balls deep inside me yet again.
"Morning, baby boy," Johnny said between kisses. He always called me that, maybe since he was five years older. He made me feel like a kid, even though I'm not small. Sure, he's more muscular but that's just because he's naturally a bigger dude. I'm lean muscle. He's big muscle. He made me feel protected.
"Morning," I whispered. My voice was gravelly from sleep.
"God, you're so fucking cute when you sleep." That sounded so weird coming from a guy that always acted so overly masculine in public.
I blushed. "I always sleep good when you're here."
"Yeah? We should make that a permanent thing."
I looked up at him surprised. "What?"
"Maybe we should make this permanent. Move in together?"
"Johnny," I stuttered, "I think that's premature. We've only been hooking up for a couple months. I mean, I've never been with a guy before you."
"You call this hooking up?" he asked me. He looked confused or hurt.
I shrugged. "I guess. I don't know. I thought that's all you wanted."
"Weston, you think I'd spend this much time with you if I weren't serious?"
"Dude, I don't know. I've only known you to be with women. You always hook up with women. I just assumed that's what this was."
Johnny shook his head. "No, Weston. I'm serious." He did a push up over me and looked down. "I don't want to be with women anymore."
I looked up at him. I know I must have looked doubtful. "Ok, what about Drew? You want to come out to him? He'll be pissed when he finds out we've been fucking."
"I don't give a shit. I would have to come out anyway. We would have to come out."
I lifted my head and came up on my elbows. "Woah, wait a minute. Who said anything about coming out. I don't even know what this is. I don't even know if I'm gay."
He sat up, straddling my legs. "What? Weston, we fuck all the time. You love to get fucked."
"I love it when YOU fuck me. I don't know if I like it when other guys fuck me. I wasn't expecting to find out either."
He looked like a mixture of hurt and pissed. "I fucking love you, Weston."
"WHAT? You do?"
"You don't love me?"
"Johnny, I don't know. I... I don't know." I didn't know. I was still getting used to getting fucked my another dude all the time.
He looked down at me and sighed. "You don't think about me all the time?"
I contemplated the question. I did think about him a lot. "Yes. I do."
"You like to spend time with me?"
"Johnny, all we usually do is fuck. So, yeah, I do like it."
"We don't fuck ALL the time," he said with a frown. "We hang, watch movies, sports, eat out sometimes."
I kept looking up at him. His brown eyes were soft and warm. His square jaw had stubble. His thick black hair was messy with bed-head.
"Yeah, I guess we do."
He slowly lowered himself on top of me again. I loved to feel his weight on me. His hard muscle against mine. I could feel his big cock harden and lengthen against mine. He gently kissed me. Then he maneuvered himself between my legs. It took me a while to get used to that as well; another guy spreading my legs like I did with women. I knew what he was doing and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. As we kissed I felt his cock nudge at my hole.
"Johnny," I whimpered. "No. We need to stop."
"I'm not stopping, Weston," he whispered. "You don't want me to either."
I pushed up on his chest but he wouldn't budge. "Johnny, come on, man. We can't do this. I'm not gay."
Then I felt him thrust a little bit, the tip of his cock breaching my hole. "Fuck," I gasped.
He smiled down at me. "There you go, baby boy," he cooed in my ear.
"Johnny," I murmured. "Holy shit." I grunted when he sank in all the way.
"You feel so good, baby boy. So, fucking good. So warm."
I raised my legs and spread them wide. I put my arms on his hips and held on. I watched my feet flop up and down as he fucked. God, it was so fucking good. The whole time, he just stared down into my eyes.
"Johnny... fuck me," I whimpered. "God, don't stop fucking me."
"I won't, Weston. You're my baby boy. I'll take care of you," he whispered in his deep, sexy voice.
I arched my back and straighten out my legs at the intense, erotic sensation jetting through my ass and up my spine. "What are you doing to me?"
"Making you mine, Weston. I'm not letting you go. I won't stop until you accept that."
He thrust long and deep like he was making love, not just fucking. It was so fucking romantic. That was the first time I saw him differently. He wasn't just some hot straight dude who was experimenting with me. He was more than that. I could see some kind of future with him. I started questioning my whole life, my whole identity. Was I gay? Or was I just in love with the person and not the gender?
I kissed him. I felt like such a girl at that moment, his weight, his muscle, his masculine smell. This must be what it feels like to be a girl when she's with a serious guy. I felt like I was love sick.
"Damn it, Johnny," I said in between guttural sounds coming from my throat.
"What?" he asked with a smirk.
"I don't know what you do to me. I can't stop wanting you."
"Then don't, baby boy."
I saw that familiar look on his face. That look when he's about to cum. I spread my legs as wide as they would got and straighten them out. I gripped tighter on his waist and pulled him in tight. Tightening my legs and ass always made my orgasms last longer. He closed his eyes and his mouth fell open as I felt his cock expand. I felt the warm sensation of his jizz filling me whole. Then I came without touching myself. It splattered all over my chest and chin. That was something I had to get used to as well. My own cum on my face. There was that time Johnny swiped some off my chin and fed it to me. That was when I knew I was going to be his bitch.
He collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face was nestled against his neck. I sighed. "When can you move in?"
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