Servicing ass

It had only been 48 hours since I had come out as bi-sexual. My friends were overall happy for me, with the exception of a few, but I knew they’d come around eventually. I hadn’t been treated very differently by most, just a select few. Mostly other guys who automatically assumed that just because I was into guys I had a crush on them. 

At the end of the day, I went down to the lockeroom to get ready for basketball practice. A few of my teammates directed slurs at me; I just ignored them. 

After practice, Max and I hung behind to shoot some hoops as usual. We didn’t really say much to each other. I was trying to avoid conversation so he wouldn’t bring up my coming out as bi-sexual. 

After around 20 minutes, we called it good and went up to the lockerroom to change. Some of the last few boys who choose to stick around and take showers were just on their way out. It was just me and him, and I had no idea what was about to happen. 

“Yo, I’m gonna take a shower.” He said as he walked into the shower room. 

He stripped down, and once I heard the shower turn on, I entered the room too. Our school is fortunate enough to have shower curtains on all the stalls so I didn’t get the chance to see Max naked—yet. 

I stripped down as well and entered the shower stall located across from the one Max was in. Just as I turn on the shower, Max asks, “So dude, are you really bi?”

“Yes.” I respond hesitantly.

“So does that mean you’re into guys as well as girls?” He asks. 

“Yeah, that’s basically what being bi means.” I respond. I was standing there waiting for the next question, which I was dreading to have to answer. I was afraid he was going to ask if that meant I was attracted to him. I would have said no, of course, but that would have been a lie. Thankfully, the question never came.

Truthfully, I have been attracted to Max as long as I’ve really known him. I’d seen him without a shirt on before, and trust me, it’s quite the sight to behold—I started to get a hard on thinking of him. This rush of hormones drove me to desire seeing more of him. 

I snuck out of my shower stall, making as little noise as possible, and slowly walked over to the edge of the one he was in. The curtain was drawn open a couple inches on the edge. I look in and see him standing with his back to me, and oh my god, his butt was amazing. It was covered with the perfect amount of hair and had cheeks that made you wanna just bury your face in-between. 

I started to wank my cock; not bad in size, around 7 inches, but not nearly like what I was about to see. Max turned around. His chest and abs were looking sexier than ever, and my eyes went downwards to his cock. It was circumcised and around 5 inches flaccid! 

All of a sudden, Max looked up and saw me. 

“What the fuck are you doing, bro?” He shouts. Meanwhile, I pause in horror. He opens up his curtain and tells me to get on my knees. I do. He shoved his cock into my face, and I inhaled the smell of his manly musk. “You wanna suck it? I haven’t gotten a blowjob since Anya and I broke up.” He says. I nodded my head yes.

I opened my mouth and fit the whole length of his flaccid cock in there. I could feel it starting to harden and grow. He started to thrust lightly in and out of my mouth. I intended upon giving him the best blowjob he had ever gotten so I focused my attention on his tip and balls. He moaned lightly—a sign that I was going my job correctly. He had grown to around 8.5-9 inches. I was overwhelmed by the size. It was the largest cock I had ever sucked. 

He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled it in until my nose was pressed up against his nicely trimmed pubes—it was really uncomfortable. Deepthroating made me feel uncomfortable, but I continued since I didn’t want him to get angry and leave. 

After a couple of minutes I felt his cock begin to pulse. I pulled my mouth off of it and stroked him until he jizzed his warm juices all over my face. I liked the rest off the tip of his penis. 

“Did you like that faggot?” He asked assertively. 

“Yes sir.” I responded.

“Good.” He said. 

“Can I—.” I began to say and then got cut off.

“I’m not going to fuck you.” He said.

“No, I don’t expect that. But can I rim you though?” I asked.

“I’ve never been rimmed before, that sounds nasty.” He says. “I guess you can have at it, just don’t use fingers, I’m not into that gay shit. How do you want to do it?”

“Lean face first against the wall.” I suggest. He does. I use my hands to spread his cheeks and am awed by the sight of his hole. I lick around his hole and then go in for the best part. He moans. I probe his hole with my tongue and start to go all-out. I use my tongue to draw different shapes over his hole. He thrust his ass further into my face. I dug my tongue as deep as I could. 

I started stroking my self again in the process of servicing his hole. After no time I ejaculated all over the wet floor. After a couple minutes, he pushes back and steps away.

“Damn, no girl has ever done that before. I can’t believe you’re into that fag.” He said. He  steps out and starts to dry off. I shut off the shower, and then go over to shut mine off. We change back into our normal clothes together. 

“Next time I might fuck you.” He said. I gulped at the though of doing something like this again. “Would you like that.”

“Yes sir.” I replied.