I met Marcus in a public park just off campus. I was there working on a suntan, and Marcus was across the park playing the trumpet. I immediately thought playing the trumpet in a public park alone was odd. Still, Marcus was a talented trumpet player, extremely good-looking, and the trumpet playing mattered very little in my thought process. Marcus was Hot! I played the trumpet in high school and felt that was my way to introduce myself. Something in common might lead to other things.
I remember crossing the park wearing just a pair of board shorts and feeling very confident. I had been “out” for a good 2 years and had become very comfortable with myself, and my confidence level was through the roof. I looked at men with lust and desire and never feared making a proposition. I had become somewhat of an insatiable bottom, and there were just not enough cocks around to satisfy me.
My buddies on the baseball team knew I was always down to fuck and always ready. I’d become the most notorious bottom in our sex group, and I loved it, but I didn’t want to limit myself to the cocks I knew and could have at any time. I needed fresh cock and I was always on the lookout.
Marcus stood 6ft tall, just a tad shorter than me. Had olive skin that looked smooth and soft, very light brown hair, and a strong, lean physique. I extended my hand when I reached him. “Hello”. I’m Dave. Are you a student? “Yes,” he said. It was instantly apparent that he was painfully shy and uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you,” I replied. As incredibly handsome as he was, he didn’t seem to have that self-awareness of his own true beauty.
“I had to know why you play the trumpet in the park, of all places. I play the trumpet as well, but I’ve never thought to play it in the middle of a park,” I said. Marcus smiled shyly, then looked down awkwardly at the grass he was sitting upon. “I hate the practice rooms, and my roommates hate that I play the trumpet. The park is the only place I’m comfortable practicing,” Marcus said. “Ok,” That makes sense. I said. “ I think it's cool, and I notice you’re using a mute; everyone can still definitely hear you, but you sound great. You’re obviously exceptionally talented. These small compliments made him blush, but not in an uncomfortable way.
We made small talk for about 15 minutes, and then I asked him, “Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”?. Marcus almost looked offended and said defensively. “I’m not gay”. I smiled… “That wasn’t my question, Marcus. I don’t care what you are; I was just asking if you had a girlfriend or a boyfriend”. I said. Marcus took a few moments and said. I’m currently single. ( good answer).” Me too. I said. “ Well, there is someone I’ve been seeing off and on for years, but right now we’re off, so I’m just out here having fun. I don’t know what to call it officially, but I’m on my own presently”.
Marcus and I had a lot in common, and I found him increasingly attractive as the conversation progressed. “Do you have any plans tonight?” I asked. “Nothing of any importance”. Marcus answered. “I live in the red brick building across from the tennis courts. I’ve got some beers and was going to order some Chinese. Do you want to join me? I asked. “I haven’t had Chinese in forever, but I don’t have any extra cash. He said. “No problem. I said. “My folks send me a few bucks here and there. It’s my treat if you care to join me. “Hell yeah”, he said. “Sweet.” We traded cell numbers and agreed on a time.
I did not get the “Totally Straight” vibe from him, and I was confident I could get him to fuck me after a few beers. I’ve been pretty lucky with the seduction game lately. I was currently 3 for 5 in getting “Straight” guys to fuck me. I didn’t find it much of a challenge. Men are always horny, and when you present a horny man with a warm hole, a lot of them won’t turn it down. I’ve had to resort to some strategic tactics, but they’ve rarely failed me. When a guy is more straight, but curious, I make sure to make them as comfortable as possible. Sometimes having more than one cock in the room is a deal breaker. I typically wear a jockstrap so my cock is covered and only my ass is exposed. I also keep my asshole waxed and moisturized. I’m fair-skinned, in great shape, and almost hairless. Making my hole that much more appealing gives me an advantage. If my asshole is pretty, pink, and hairless like a girl's, I like my odds in most seduction scenarios.
Marcus and I had agreed on 7 pm. I had a twelve-pack of local brewery beers and menus set out to order. The Chinese restaurant I typically ordered from was only two blocks away, and delivery is always quick. I took a shower, cleaned myself out really well, and did everything I could to make my asshole inviting. If Marcus has never had anal sex with anyone, I wanted his first time to be mind-blowing.
Marcus arrived on time, and we immediately engaged in conversation. We really did have a lot in common, and I was surprised to learn that he had never played any sports. “How are you in such good shape?” I asked. “I think it's mostly genetic, and I do a lot of bodyweight exercises. Mostly push-ups and sit-ups, but I do them religiously every night.” He said. “Damn.. that’s pretty impressive”. I said. I’ve been playing baseball and running since I was a kid. My dad made sure all of his boys were active in something. My oldest brother is a decent tennis player, and my other brother is a wicked good golfer. I preferred team sports, ran cross-country, and started playing baseball in Little League. We’re all pretty athletic, but I’m the only one who got a sports scholarship.
Our conversation flowed smoothly and moved back and forth with ease. He asked me personal questions, which I was glad to answer, and I asked him personal questions, but he wasn’t as open as I am. “Marcus, before we go any further, I want you to know that I’m gay. I’ve always been gay, and I’ve been totally out as gay for about 2 years now. I have an on-and-off-again boyfriend, which I mentioned earlier, but he’s away at school, which means I’m not attached to anyone. How about you? Do you have any recent dates, or is there anyone you’re interested in? I asked. Marcus didn’t seem at all phased by my confession. “I thought you might be gay, but I wasn’t certain. I’ve got loads of gay friends”. No issue here. He said.
Marcus got really quiet after that and then finally spilled the beans. “I’ve never been in a relationship, and I’ve never been on a real date. I don’t have a lot of confidence in that area, and I’ve put most of my energy into school and music. There have been plenty of girls I’ve wanted to ask out, but I could never muster the courage. He said. “That is insane,” I said. You’re fit, smart, incredibly handsome, and nice. You’ve got everything going for you. Don’t you want to be with someone? I asked. “Of course I do. It just hasn’t happened. He said. “Marcus. Are you a virgin?” I asked. Marcus looked up at me and turned bright red with embarrassment. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, but you’re what… 21? I asked. Marcus nodded in the affirmative.
I’m sorry, Marcus. I’m not judging you one bit. I’m simply surprised. Based on your looks alone, I assumed you couldn’t possibly be a virgin. I’m no stranger to jerking off, but nothing compares to getting off with someone else and getting your dick into a warm hole. ( my warm hole for starters ) Do you want to lose your virginity? Are you holding out for someone for some reason? I asked. Marcus shrugged. “Honestly, I just haven’t made it a priority, and I’m of the attitude, It will happen when it happens,” He said. (Let's make it happen tonight, is what I was thinking) My doorbell rang, and our food had arrived. Perfect timing.
We could enjoy the food and change the subject entirely ( for now). We discussed life on campus, our respective majors, our post-graduation aspirations, and our future living arrangements. I confessed a little bit about my group of baseball buddies, how we discovered one another, and used each other for sex. Marcus found it fascinating. He was not turned off at all by my being gay and talking about having sex with boys. To align myself with Marcus as a straight guy, I lied to him and told him that before I had sex with boys, there were girls, but after many attempts and encounters, they didn’t click for me. I found them to be pretty and soft, but being with men seemed far more desirable. I also told him how easy it was to get sex with men. I could see that he was thinking deeply about it. I was long and hard thinking about Marcus.
We enjoyed the Chinese food and were both about four beers in when I asked him. “What do you jerk off to? Do you like porn, or do you use your imagination? The beers had finally kicked in, and Marcus was much less closed off and answered without hesitation. “I’m on porn hub all the time.” I typically bust a nut twice a day.” We laughed. “That’s about normal, Marcus,” I think men of our age are horny 24/7. I’ve had a few record days where I’ve busted at least 10 times, and the last nut basically produced nothing but dust. Marcus busted out laughing. He’d finally let his guard down.
What do you look for on porn hub? What gets you off? I asked. Marcus pulled out his phone and loaded up a video. The video was of a very petite blonde taking big cocks in every hole. There were more cocks than pussy for sure. “This is like my go-to video. She’s so good at what she does”. “I’ll say”, I said. Have you ever watched any gay porn? I asked. “Not intentionally, but I’ve watched a few. Honestly, it looks painful. I can’t imagine being rabbit-fucked like the guys in those videos. It just doesn’t look sexy, and the guys rarely look like they’re into it. ” He said. I was surprised by his answer, but the beers had really loosened him up. “Not all gay porn is like that. I said. A lot of it is overproduced and unrealistic, and a lot of those guys are “Gay for pay, just in it for the paycheck. There are some really great vids out there which I find erotic, and those are my go-tos. Would you mind if I showed you one? I asked. “Not a bit,” he said. I showed you mine, show me yours. ( I liked the way he was thinking)
When I’m down for a jerk session, I prefer to watch porn on DVD and not on my phone or laptop. I want to be hands-free when I’m stroking. I turned on the TV and turned on the DVD player. I had a DVD loaded and ready and pressed play. The plot to this porn was simple. The boy is gay, but his best friend doesn’t know. The boy wants to tell his friend, but doesn’t know how to go about it. Eventually spills the beans, and the best friend says, “Took you long enough,” and they start fucking, but fucking in a romantic, sensual way. Marcus was watching with such intensity that I didn’t know if he was shocked or into it. I let the DVD play and then made my move. I moved closer to him, rubbing my cock through my pants. “It doesn’t all have to be Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma’am sex, Marcus. It can actually be quite lovely. Marcus looked at me, and I could see fear, as well as curiosity and desire. This was going to be so much easier than I anticipated.
We continued to watch the porn, and I could see that Marcus was turned on. His light gray sweatpants did nothing to hide his arousal. I gently pushed Marcus back against the couch, then made my way between his legs. I started by rubbing his legs up and down, and there was no hiding a very pronounced bulge from underneath his sweats. I ran my hand through his hair and then cupped his chin.“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Marcus. And please, stop me at any time if you’re uncomfortable, but if you give it a chance, I think you’ll enjoy this.
Marcus gave no indication he would resist. I slipped my hands into the waistband of his sweats and underwear and pulled them straight off. I had them around his ankles, and Marcus was fully exposed. I was delighted by what I had just revealed. A nice, thick, uncut brown cock, 7 inches at least, fully erect and dripping with precum. He smelled deliciously clean, and there were simply no more words for me to say. I took his cock into my hand and then into my mouth. The sound that came from Marcus was almost indescribable. A mix of surprise, excitement, and relief all at once.
I didn’t want him to bust from the excitement and took him ever so slowly, working my way up and down the shaft of his cock. These were new feelings for him, and I was determined for him to enjoy every aspect of what I was offering. I gently cupped his balls with one hand and rubbed his chest with the other. I wanted this more for me than for him, and I did not want him to cum too quickly. I took my time, giving him just enough pleasure, but not taking him near the edge. I wanted his cock in my ass more than my mouth, and nothing was going to prevent me from making that happen.
I worked his cock sliding up and down the shaft and working the head for at least 15 minutes and backed off when I felt he might be ready to unload. I worked his balls for quite a while and tongued his taint and slightly the outside of his asshole. I could tell this was utterly foreign to him, but he had totally given in to the pleasure I was providing. This was all going so well, but I had something much more selfish in mind and would not be denied. I stood up and removed my pants. I was hard and barely contained within the jockstrap I was wearing. I reached into my pants and pulled out a small container of lube. Marcus looked up at me, terrified, suddenly realizing what I had planned, looking like he wanted to escape. That was not an option. I opened the lube container, squeezed a fair amount onto my hand, and hastily greased my hole with it, then quickly lathered his throbbing and angry cock before he could even consider resisting.
Marcus looked at me with fear and longing, and I would not delay this experience for him any longer. I brought one finger to my mouth, gesturing for him to stay silent, then mounted him. I was oblivious to the initial pain of taking him inside me so rapidly and greedily. Once again, there was no resistance or hesitation from Marcus, despite being visibly shocked. Shocked, but ready and wanting. I took him inside with such force I thought he might cum at that very instant, but he maintained control, allowing me to slow things down while looking into my eyes the entire time. They were so wide as if he couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was, and he was a willing and enthusiastic participant.
It took a moment, but Marcus was finally balls deep inside me. I placed my hands upon his shoulders and whispered into his ear. “Fuck me”.
It was as if Marcus had been holding his breath. He let out the most erotic sigh I think I’d ever heard. Suddenly, he was thrusting himself in and out of me like he’d been born to fuck ass. I let him fuck me at his pace, but slowed him down when I felt he might bust. We kept looking at one another, but I couldn’t read what was going through his mind. That’s when he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn’t a 1st. Sometimes, though rarely, even the straight guys get caught up in the act, and kissing is just part of the encounter. We kissed passionately and aggressively and Marcus seemed to enjoy it very much. To think, I was not only going to take his virginity, but I would be his 1st kiss.
“Enjoy this,” I said. “Take your time and let's make this last”. Marcus finally spoke up. “If we continue like this, I won’t be able to last. I’m so ready to cum. That wasn’t the plan. I immediately pulled myself off of him and directed him to the floor. I got on my knees and put my ass and yearning pink hole in the air. Marcus hesitated, but his instincts kicked in and he knew exactly what to do. Marcus entered me roughly, but this wasn’t my 1st rodeo. I flinched slightly, but encouraged him to fuck me as hard as he wanted. He was a natural. Now that he was more in control, he fucked me like he knew how to fuck for years. For a virgin, I was very impressed.
In a surprise move, Marcus abruptly pulled out of me and pulled off my jockstrap. He reached underneath me and began stroking my cock, then roughly entered me again. In my experience, straight guys usually need more time before they’re ready or even willing to grab another man's cock, but I wasn’t complaining. I could tell Marcus was trying to be a more active participant, but that didn’t matter to me. I took over stroking from Marcus and had him place both his hands on my hips.
“Fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me hard”. I demanded. With that, Marcus increased the pace of his thrusts, and his breathing became louder and more labored. Again, I said, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Marcus”. The length of his cock was incredible, and I could feel every inch of him inside me as his balls slapped against my asscheeks. Within a few moments, I could feel the urgency in his tempo as he pounded my hole just like in the porn hub videos he’s watched. Marcus yelled, “I’m cumming”. “Breed me, Marcus. Give it all to me,” I said.
Marcus let out a guttural scream. I could feel the heat of his seed filling me up, and that was all I needed to release the cum from my balls. Marcus slammed into me again and again until he had nothing left to give as I sprayed cum all over the floor. Marcus collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, completely spent. I matched his breathing as he lay upon me.
Marcus was still very hard and still very much inside me for quite a while. I imagined he was wrestling internally about what had just happened, but I didn’t dare say a word. I didn’t want him to vacate my hole. I was loving the feeling of his still very hard cock filling me up. He eventually caught his breath and perhaps came to terms with what we’d done, and eventually pulled out of me slowly as pools of cum spilled from my hole.
“Let me grab you a towel,” I said. I sped towards the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel, and decided to clean him up myself. I was surprised that he didn’t object. I cleaned all the lube and cum from his still hard cock, then quickly wiped my hole of any remaining lube and cum.
Marcus looked a bit dazed, but he wasn’t upset. We sat next to one another on the floor, our bodies touching in a very natural way. I was the 1st to get up, and we got dressed. I offered him another beer, which he accepted, but there wasn’t really much to say. If he wanted to talk about it, we could do it another time. The after-sex atmosphere was too intense.
When we finished our beers, Marcus said he should probably get going, and I wasn’t going to stop him. I’m sure his brain was processing all that happened, and it would be much better for him if he were away from me for clarity. I got what I wanted after all. I was batting a thousand as far as I was concerned, and that’s all I really cared about. Hopefully, Marcus enjoyed the pleasure and the experience I just gave him. If not, well, that’s for him to work out. I got fucked and fucked good. That’s a win in my book, and my percentages were up. Everyone is a little gay if you push the right buttons. I had pushed all the right buttons tonight.
“Marcus, if you need to talk about this, you have my number. If you want to go again, you have my number.” You’re a gorgeous man with a magnificent cock, and it would be my pleasure. I shook his hand and held on for a moment. I actually wouldn’t have minded if he had decided to stay a little longer.
Marcus released my hand and went through the door, then turned around suddenly, pulled me in, and kissed me deeply. “Thank you, Dave. I really mean that. Thank you for all of it.”
Marcus never called, and there was no round 2. We shared no classes, and there was no reason for me to run into him on campus. Our initial meeting was simply by chance.
About four months later, I was back at the park where we had met, and he was there practicing his trumpet again, but he was not alone this time. A lovely young lady was by his side, and it was obvious they were together. I saw him and he saw me. It wasn’t uncomfortable. We stared at each other for a moment, smiled, nodded, and he gave me a thumbs up, then gestured towards his girl.
Nothing more needed to be said or expressed. What happened between us was a beautiful thing and may have been a turning point for Marcus. I can at least tell myself that. I spread out my towel to soak up the sun as I listened to Marcus practice his trumpet, reliving the pounding he gave me. Life is good.
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