Trace
"God you make my dick hard,” he hissed between bouts of our deep kissing. I couldn’t respond because he dived back down into my mouth, his tongue taking residence inside my throat. His mouth was open so wide that it encompassed mine. I could hear him breathing heavily through his nose and feel the warm air against my own. He was so aggressive and forceful. His hands cupped the sides of my head as he struggled to kiss me harder. He was like someone opened a fire hose on full blast.
I finally needed to breathe, and I pulled back. “Dude... fuck,” was all I could say. I was speechless. And then he went in for another kiss. I lost my balance as he pushed me back against the wall, my head banging against the siding. I put my hands on his solid chest and braced myself against him. He was coming in hot and heavy. It was so unexpected.
“Fucking shit,” he mumbled while taking a breath. Dude loved to kiss, that was for sure. He put his hands on my hipbones and pressed his hips against mine. “Fuck, your body is so hot, bro.” He began slowly humping me as we made out.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was the last thing I expected tonight. I could feel that he had his index fingers hooked onto my belt loops because he was pulling them towards him as he humped me. I wasn’t normally this docile, but I was so taken aback, and I was so into it.
I pressed hard on his chest, leaning him back from me. “Dude. What.. What is fucking happening?” I asked as I looked into his eyes which were staring right back into mine. He pulled my hips hard while thrusting his hips forward creating a thudding noise and making me gasp.
“Who the fuck cares, bro,” he replied back in a loud whisper. “Feels fucking good.”
I agreed that it did. “Someone’s gonna see us,” I whispered back, slightly pushing him back.
“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he growled.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ do, bro,” I reminded him. “You of all people should fuckin’ care.”
“Fuck them,” he growled.
“Dude, you’re fucking drunk. I’m fucking drunk and
high.”
Cort
“Shut up,” I said before slamming him back against the side of the building and attacking his mouth. He made a grunting sound. I kissed him hard and rough. I was going to get some, and he wasn’t going to stop me.
We came up for air. “Cort, dude...” he started.
“My dick is so hard for you, bro. Let’s get the fuck outa here,” I said. I looked around as if suddenly realizing just now that we were in a vulnerable place to be seen. “Fuck,” I said under my breath. I can’t smash him here.
“What?” he asked. “What? Where?” I chuckled inside, he was probably asking himself if he was seriously hooking up with a dude? I think he was actually sobering up a bit, becoming more self aware.
I looked back at him “Bro, I don’t fucking care,” I said like he had just asked he dumbest question. I couldn’t resist placing my hand on his right bicep and squeezed. “Fuck,” I murmured. It was the size of a baseball and hard as a rock. “You got a place?”
He recoiled at the question. “Uh... no,” he replied, his turn to sound like I just asked a dumb question. “Roommate.”
“Fuck!” I exclaimed in frustration. “Same.” I just stared into his eyes. My eyes flitted around his face, up to his hair. My large hand rested in his cheek, my thumb grazing his bottom lip. “Goddamn you are fuckin’ handsome.”
“Th... thanks,” he replied unsure of what to say to the hottest man he knew telling him I thought he was attractive.
Then I had another idea. “What do you drive?” I asked impatiently.
“Uh... Jeep Cherokee,” he replied confused. My car was way to small.
Yeah, that’s big enough. “That’ll work,” I said as I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the side of the house. “Where did you park?”
Trace
My head was spinning, and my dick was hard. I struggled to remember where I parked, and I was stumbling as he pulled me. My equilibrium was still fucked. “Just down the block. I think.”
“Nice,” he mumbled. We made our way through the side yard and then through a gate that divided the front yard from the back. I could hear the loud music of the house party we were leaving. Cort was walking fast as he pulled me. How was he so fucking strong and able to walk a straight line? We had the same amount of beer and weed. As we walked past the front porch, there were people hanging out on it, smoking and drinking.
I continued to trail behind the muscular brute in front of me. I studied his wide back, thick traps, bulging triceps that strained his t-shirt sleeves. His big, high and tight ass in unbelievably tight jeans. His backward ball cap with curly hair exposed out the sides. Damn, he was big.
As we walked up to my jeep, I unlocked it with the fob. He went straight to the back, looked around nervously and then heaved the back hatch up and open.
He gestured towards me. “Get in,” he whispered loudly.
I looked at him with confusion on my face. God, I was so high. I stepped closer to him and stopped. We were chest to chest. We both looked at each other intensely and I could tell his heart rate must be sky high; mine was. I then started to climb in the back of my jeep but stopped and looked back.
“Dude, I don’t... I think...” I sounded like a fucking idiot. I couldn’t finish a fucking sentence. I knew what he wanted to do. I knew what could happen. I was fucking insecure as hell because I’d never been with a dude like this. “I’ve never...”
He put his hand on my back and pushed me in. “Get the fuck in there! Jesus!” And then he climbed in after me and closed the hatch.
Before I realized it, he was on me. He pushed me onto my back and mounted me. Luckily, I had the back seat folded flat or else we wouldn’t have been able to fit. We were both way to big to fit otherwise. He lay flat on top of me, his heavy, muscled body felt hot, and he smelled like the woods, some kind of rustic cologne, very masculine. He attacked my mouth again. Then he grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. He humped me again while we kissed. With a combined weight of at least four-hundred and twenty pounds, that jeep was rocking back and forth pretty hard.
Then I felt him prying my legs apart with his knee.
I turned my head away from him breaking the kiss. “Bro, what are you doing?” I asked.
“Shh,” he hissed in my ear. “Come on,” he added and started kissing my neck.
“Come on what?” I asked him as I tried to keep him from between my legs.
He pulled his head back so I could see his face. He had the cockiest sneer I had ever seen on a dude, and I should know, I’m a master at cocky sneer. It was hot as fuck. Now I was seeing what every girl he’d ever fucked saw.
“Let me in, man,” he said as he rolled his crotch into mine.
“Let you in?” I asked with both brows raised.
I knew what he was doing. He was doing to me what he had done a hundred times to a hundred different girls. This is how he gets laid. Again, I should know. I do that too.
“Yeah, bro. Let me in there,” he said seductively.
I chuckled nervously. “Cort, that ain’t happening.”
I felt his hard cock in his tight jeans as he expertly rolled back and forth against mine. He moved like a fucking stripper. I was pretty sure I had pre-jizzed in my boxer briefs. His dick was huge. It felt so good. He saw me close my eyes and then I sighed. I actually fucking sighed.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Trace. Fucking handsome as fuck.” He paused and then gave me this hungry, passionate look and whispered, “I never thought I would say this to a dude, but I want you, man.” And he said it so fucking sexy. He gently kissed me on the lips.
I laughed. “Bro, I know what you’re doing,” I told him. “Sweet talk me all you want. I’m not some drunk sorority girl. You’re trying to get up in me.” I pulled him in for another kiss.
We kissed and then he looked at me like he may have met his match. His voice was low and gravelly. He started to pour on the charm. “Up in you... that would be so hot,” he said grinning. Then he became serious. “I think I’ve always wanted you, Trace. I’ve thought about you, about this. Come on, dude, I know you have too.”
I hesitated before admitting, “Yeah. I have. But that doesn’t mean I want you up my gut.”
“Are you sure bout that?” he asked, making me question myself. “I think you have. I think you want me up your gut.”
I rolled my eyes. “Take it easy, cowboy.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t mean right now.” He smiled down at me. “You’re so fucking hot, bro,” he said as he kissed my neck.
“So are you,” I said back as I stretched my head to the side, exposing more of my neck to him. His grip on my wrists was tight. I didn’t know what was happening to me. Why was I letting this guy take control of me? Why was I submitting?
“You taste so fucking good,” he whispered.
I sighed heavily. “You smell good.”
He grinned at me showing his bright, white, perfect teeth. “Wanna smash with you, Trace,” he said. “Don’t fuck with me. You’re fucking feeling it too, bro. Come on, don’t leave me hanging.”
I slowly nodded. I did feel it. I wanted to do more stuff. But now I was sobering up enough to be scared. He kissed me again and his knee was between my legs and then his other knee. It felt so good. He was taking over.
“Cort... fuck...” I sighed. I heard him chuckle quietly. The fucker knew he had me. “Come on. Stop it...” I whimpered.
Cort
“Shhhh...” I said in a hushed tone. “Spread those big fucking legs.” I let go of his wrists, reached back and hooked my hands under his knees and lifted them up to my sides. “There you go,” I whispered. He felt me manipulating his ankles until he figured out what I wanted and wrapped his legs around my waist and interlocked his ankles. “Good boy,” I said quietly before kissing me again.
He knew what the fuck was going on and he fucking let me do it. He fucking let me control the situation. I knew that he would submit to me.
I leaned forward into him, rolling his ass up. As I kissed him, I buried my cock against his jeans covered hole and thrust against it over and over. Then I took his wrists again and held them over his head, which made him fucking whimper. I wouldn’t have guessed he would have been so into being manhandled.
I felt like a dam had broken and everything I had ever buried deep down inside of me about men was rushing out all at once. Yeah, I did find other guys attractive. Yeah, I had thought about sex with dudes before. It wasn’t until I met Trace that I felt something inside trying to crawl it’s way out, something I couldn’t control. I just kept stuffing it back down whenever he was around. I didn’t want to admit that I wanted this dude so bad. He was the perfect guy for me. He was big and muscular, masculine, handsome, athletic. That’s the kind of guy I deserve and I’m the kind of guy he deserves. I just knew that I was definitely a top even though I’d never fucked a dude. And judging from his reactions, he was going to be the perfect bottom.
Trace
Now, it very much dawned on me that I was really sexually attracted to Cort, and I always have been. I never thought of myself as gay, but I did have thoughts from time to time about other dudes. I guess I had a lot of thoughts about Cort. Who wouldn’t? The dude was rock hard fucking hot. I always thought if I were to mess around with a dude, I would want it to be Cort or someone like him. I was curious about gay sex. I just didn’t want to admit it. But now I heard him admitting it to me, and I was admitting it to myself. Many times I’ve boned up thinking about sex with him. Now it was happening, and I freaked out. I had this overwhelming sense that he was going to take what he wanted, and for the first time in my life, I felt powerless to stop him.
“Cort, have you ever...”
“Nah,” he replied and then he kissed my neck again.
“Me either,” I said as I ran my hands over his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re jacked.” I loved the hardness of his traps.
He was slowly thrusting against me. His steel blue eyes mesmerizing me. “Fucking love your body, Trace. Fuckin’ muscles, bro. You always make me bone up.” He laughed softly. “Can’t believe I just told you that.”
I laughed too. “Neither can I. In fact, I’m fucking shocked.”
“You’re shocked? I’m fucking shocked. You want me just as much.”
“Dude, what the fuck is this?” I asked seriously.
He looked down at me. “I dunno, man. I dunno and I don’t fucking care. I just know I wanna hold you down and ruin you. Sorry, but I do.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said and then I pulled his head down in for a kiss.
We made out and I was rolling my pelvis up to meet his. He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. “It was that fucking kiss, bro. That fucking kiss did it to me. Never fucking felt anything like that before. Never felt that way with a girl,” he said with a shake of his head. “Always wanted to try it with you.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Know what you mean. The fuck was that?” I tightened my ankles around his back.
“I’m not questioning it, Trace. Just hot you felt it too.”
“Guess playing Truth or Dare was a good idea,” I said grinning.
Earlier:
Cort
“Sup?” Trace said coming in close.
“Trace” I said giving him a bro-hug, taking in his hard body. “Swole, bro.”
He smirked at me and nodded. “Same, bro.” His eyes flitted over me.
I smiled because hearing that I looked good from a dude like Trace, that was a fucking compliment. But I also knew that I looked hot as fuck.
The house was packed and loud. Music thumping through over-sized speakers. Vape and pot smoke floating like a haze in the air. I handed him a beer. He twisted the cap off and tapped the top of the bottle against mine.
“Cheers,” he said.
“Cheers,” I replied, and we took a swig.
We made small talk. It was homecoming and I had just played in the football game a couple hours earlier. My body was still pumped and the way my clothes clung to me, the backwards ball cap, it all made me look cocky and tough. I knew Trace admired the fuck out of that. He was a specimen too. I always watched him when he worked out. He was so fucking symmetrical, made me jealous. He looked good tonight, wearing a nice form fitting t-shirt, very tight wrangler jeans, so tight that his ass looked like it was going to bust the seams, and square-toe cowboy boots. That fucker is hot, and he knows it.
I liked hanging out with Trace. We weren’t best friends or anything, but we got along. I found it hard to give him eye contact because I was afraid he would see how I was crushing on him. I would see him at parties from time to time and always saw him at the gym. I think we both had a certain respect for each other since we both had jacked bodies and cared what we looked like. There was always an unspoken admiration, a look from time to time, like we were both checking each other out, measuring each other up. Outwardly, I was thinking that. But inwardly, I may have thought about him more than I should. There were times when I would see him, or a guy like him, and I would wonder what it would be like to mess around with him. I think it was normal for guys to experiment in college, but I had never planned on making a move. I was probably open to it but wasn’t going to go out of my way. But I was sure of one thing: with an ass like that, I bet he was tight. There I go again, thinking about sex with a dude.
My buddy, Jeff, came up to us and handed Trace a joint. He took a puff and then handed it to me. It was some good shit. I felt it taking affect rather quickly. I could tell Trace was feeling it because he was getting giggly. He had that big white grin, laughing at nothing, eyes getting glassy. One thing about me, and apparently Trace too, was when I smoke, I get touchy feely. I felt him constantly touching my arm, rubbing my shoulder, playful slaps on the back. I reciprocated. It was a good excuse to feel his muscles, feel his gains.
There were so many people in the house. We felt like we were caught in a wave, being pushed towards the center of the living room. My friend Ainsley came up and hugged me.
“Cort!” She shrieked. Her long blonde hair in a ponytail, his low-cut tank top revealed her huge tits. She was so fucking hot. We boned a few times but decided to just be friends. “Bout time you showed up! Come on, we’re playing Truth or Dare in the kitchen. You too, Trace!”
Before I could say anything she grabbed Trace’s elbow and my hand and pulled us into the kitchen. There was a group of about seven or eight people standing around in a circle. I knew most of them and it seemed Trace did too. Normally, I wouldn’t play the stupid game, but I was high and a little drunk. I would have done anything anyone told me.
“You in?” I asked Trace, putting my arm around his shoulder.
He shrugged. “Bro, I’m in for anything right now.” He fist bumped me.
There was a ton of dumb Truth or Dare shit going down. It was hard to stay focused, but it was pretty funny at times. I don’t know when it happened, but it was Trace’s turn. Ainsley grinned at me with a very devious look. I knew she was going to embarrass me somehow.
“Truth or dare?” she asked Trace.
He shrugged with a bored look. “I dunno. Truth?”
She bit her bottom lip all sexy. “Have you ever kissed a guy?”
He scoffed and replied, “Uh, no. Never.”
She giggled. “Never say never,” she said cryptically. He frowned at her confused. The fuck was she up to?
She looked at me. “Truth or dare?”
I gave have her a very cocky smirk, one side of my lip turned up in a sneer. I’ll show her I’m not going to let her embarrass me. “Fucking dare,” I said boldly like a challenge.
She stepped back looking at both of us. “Kiss Trace.”
I about choked on my beer.
“What?” we both asked simultaneously.
“You heard me. You have to kiss Trace,” she replied.
A chorus of “Kiss him!” came from the other people in the room.
“Not kissing him,” I said laughing.
“Pussy,” Ainsley said to me.
I shook my head. “Fuck you,” I said grinning.
Than another chorus of “Pussy!” came from the room.
“Fuck off all of you!” I yelled out at them, laughing.
“You have to,” Ainsley said. “those are the rules. You pussy boy.”
That made me stop. No one calls me a pussy boy. I looked at her kind of frowning. I looked at Trace. He just looked back and shrugged. I was pissed. She was making me look like a fucking idiot. Then, out of spite, I decided to not give a fuck and quickly, I went in and pecked him on the lips. His eyes were wide in surprise.
“I ain’t a pussy,” I said to her. “Happy?”
Now, a chorus of “Boo!” surrounded us. Trace still looked surprised by the quick kiss.
“No,” she replied. “You two have to kiss for real.”
Trace started laughing. “Real?”
“Huh?” I asked. Even with that small peck, there was something going on down there. I wanted to slam him up against the wall and stick my tongue down his throat. But I knew if we kissed, I was gonna bone up.
“You two have to kiss... on the mouth...for thirty seconds,” Ainsley said, her tone was very challenging to Cort.
“Ok, that’s fucking stupid,” I said pissed off. “You told me to kiss him, and I kissed him.”
“That wasn’t a fuckin kiss,” she said back sternly. “Don’t be a little bitch, Cort.”
Trace
Cort’s eyes grew dark. He took a drink of his beer while staring down Ainsley. He smacked his lips after taking the drink. He was silently shooting lasers at her from his eyes. I was still standing there wondering what he would do. I wasn’t exactly protesting. What the fuck was in that weed?
“You a little bitch, Cort?” she taunted. “You a little pussy bitch?”
Cort slowly looked at me. I blankly looked back. He turned back to Ainsley. Everyone was quiet in the room, waiting for his reaction. He stood there frowning.
Ainsley looked at me and just said, “Trace?” Like she was asking my permission or something. Knowing Cort, I wouldn’t have had a choice.
I just stood there and shrugged.
“I’ll time you,” she said bringing her phone out of her pocket.
Cort
I looked at Trace. God, he looked fucking cute. He seemed like he wouldn’t care if I kissed him. Hell, I didn’t even know if he would remember it. And, I really wanted to kiss him. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to kiss him.
Ainsley had this stupid smug smirk. She mouthed the word ‘pussy.’ I mouthed back ‘fuck you.’
I looked at Trace again and said, “Fuck it.” I reached over behind his head and pulled him in and just covered his mouth with mine. And what the fuck... fucking fireworks or something. The shit just felt right. He tasted like weed. God his hair was so thick in the back. His skin was warm. I swear I heard a whimper. I was getting stiff.
Trace
“Go!” Ainsley said hitting the start button. “Thirty seconds, boys!”
I realized he was kissing me. His lips were rough but warm. His breath smelled of weed and beer. I know it’s cliché but all I saw were fireworks. His grip on my head was aggressive as was his kissing.
“Twenty-five left!” Ainsley called out.
I found my hands moving up to his neck. I felt his other hand come up to my cheek. His skin was almost hot.
“Twenty!”
I moved in closer, my head tilted for better access. I could smell his cologne.
“Fifteen!”
Fuck he was a good kisser. Then I felt it. Tongue. I felt his tongue brush my bottom lip. Instinctively, I reciprocated. My tongue went into his mouth. I heard a quiet muffled whimper from him.
“Damn, boys!” Ainsley said when she saw our open mouth kissing. “Ten!”
At this point, we were in a heavy make out session. I actually had my hands wrapped around his shoulders. Cort’s hands on my waist.
Cort
Oh my fucking god, I wanted this guy in the worst fucking way. I didn’t want to stop kissing him. I wanted to taste him all over. And I really, really wanted to fuck him. I wanted to bury my dick so far up his gut that he yelled my fucking name. I’d never wanted to fuck a dude more in my life than I did right now. I heard his soft whimpers into my mouth, I felt his tongue take a deep dive down my throat. He was like puddy in my hands. I felt him slowly submitting to me, even if it was fleeting. I knew I could have my way with him. I was going to have my way with him. He was going to fight me at first, but I knew he was going to give in. Finally, I get to find out what it’s like messing around with a dude, with Trace. Finally, I was going to mess around with Trace, for real. And I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Trace
“Five!” Ainsley called out.
All I know is, I didn’t want it to stop.
“Time!”
And we didn’t stop.
“Time!”
I was lost in him.
“HEY! I SAID TIME! TWICE!” she said slapping me on the back of the head.
Suddenly, Cort pushed me back. He brought his forearm up and wiped his mouth. He was staring at me, a seductively stare, a knowing stare. I wiped my mouth off as well. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. We were both in shock. I wondered if he felt what I felt.
“Jesus Christ, boys! That was hot as fuck!” Ainsley squealed. Everyone in the room agreed with lots of yelling and clapping.
Someone yelled out, “Twenty bucks if you do it again!” Everyone laughed. Cort just shook his head and drank his beer. He kept looking at me. I guess I was still staring.
“What do you say, boys? How about one full minute for twenty bucks?” she asked us bouncing up and down, her tits jiggling.
“No,” Cort said. “I think we’re good.”
“No fun!” she yelled out. “Fine,” she pouted.
“I’ve had enough games,” Cort said as he tapped his beer down on the counter. Then he looked at me, nodded his head to the side once and said, “So have you. Come on. Let’s go get more beer.”
Obediently, I followed him out of the room. He walked into the living room and then made a hard right down a back hallway. I was confused because he walked right past a keg. I looked over his shoulder and could see a back door leading to the back yard. I kept following. I closed the door behind me and kept following. He was looking around the area suspiciously. He kept ducking in and out like he was looking for something behind trees and corners.
I stopped and just watched the big jock disappear around the corner of the house. There were no lights on outside on this side of the house. He came back and gestured me to come to him.
I walked around the corner and found myself crushed against the house, his hulking body against mine.
“Whoa!”
“Shut up,” he snarled. “Be quiet.” I did. Then he smashed his face against mine. I opened my mouth and let him come in. My first kiss, well, my third kiss with a dude. The same dude. And it was way better than the first. I mean, fireworks and fucking lighting and thunder. My fucking dick was getting hard.
We made out like fucking sluts. He finally came up for air. He looked at me with those fucking beautiful but glassy eyes. He gave me one nod. I gave him one nod back. And then we were kissing again. Kissing and feeling each other’s bodies. I know I was moaning into his mouth. He was grunting quietly. Then we heard a noise and froze. We both stood there rigidly, listening for approaching footsteps but heard none.
We both took a sigh of relief.
“Wasn’t just me then?”
I cleared my throat and replied, “No.”
“I didn’t know this would happen,” he said as if he was trying to reassure me.
I just shook my head and said, “No. Didn’t think you did.”
“Did you feel that?” he asked me.
I knew what he was talking about. “Fucking fireworks?”
“Fuck, yeah, bro. You felt it,” he said in awe. “What... what the fuck, bro?”
“I dunno.”
“Me either but fuck, bro, you’re a good kisser.”
“You too.”
“Can’t believe I’m saying this but, bro, you are so fucking hot,” he said almost embarrassed.
I smirked at him. “Always thought you were hot as fuck.”
He kissed me again. It was a slower kiss, deeper. Then he stopped and said, “God you make my dick hard.”
Cort
The jeep was rocking as we both rolled back and forth like we were trying to swallow each other whole. I had pulled his t-shirt up to his chest and was licking his abs and sucking on his nipple. Every time I sucked on one, Trace would tense up and scream out, his normally deep voice squeaking up an octave. Being an athlete, I’ve seen my fair share of abs and chests in the locker room, but Trace’s was a fucking work of art. He had a fucking eight-pack and not a hair on his torso. Every time he made an unnatural sound; it sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. I loved making him squirm. I loved that I could make a guy like him squirm. This was really gay, and I didn’t fucking care. I could feel the heels of his boots digging into the small of my back. God, he looked sexy in cowboy boots. Trace had taken off my hat and threw it aside. His fingers were raking through my thick, curly hair.
“You have the hottest ass, bro,” I said to him.
He chuckled and said, “Oh yeah? All this time you’ve been perving on my cakes?”
“Fucking right I have. Can’t stop thinking about it.”
I could feel Trace’s heels pulling on my ass every time I thrust into his.
Trace
I was trapped under this big hulking football player, my legs wrapped around his waist. He was thrusting against my ass and the more I stared into his eyes, felt his kisses on my lips, the more I started thinking thoughts I never thought I would have. I wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked. I pulled my boot heels back, pulling him against me with each thrust he took. I wanted this hunk of muscle to dominate me, use me, own me. And I knew that’s what he wanted to. The hunger in his eyes gave away his intentions.
“Fuck, your dick is big,” I said, my eyes closed, he was kissing my neck again.
“Scared?” he asked me with a smirk.
“Who wouldn’t be?” I replied.
“Bro, suck my dick,” he suddenly said to me. It wasn’t a question or a suggestion.
I froze. He recognized the conflict on my face.
“Cort, bro...”
“Come on, Trace. Suck my dick, bro.”
I untangled my legs from around his waist and set my feet on the floor. He felt my unease and he knew I was going to say no.
“Come on, Trace. Don’t be a little bitch,” he said to me with his brow furrowed. “I thought we had an understanding.”
“I’m not sure there’s an understanding and I’m not being a little bitch, Cort,” I said defensively. “I’ve never sucked a dick before.
“Great. There’s a first time for everything,” he replied very confidently. He sat up, careful not to hit his head on the roof. He unsnapped his jeans, unzipped and hauled out the most perfect dick I had ever seen.
“Cort, I’m not ready, bro. Come on, let’s make out some more and then get back to the party,” I said trying not to sound like I was pleading.
“You’re not putting out?” he asked, looking irritated.
“Putting out?” I asked with a laugh. “Bro, I wouldn’t even know where to start. And I love how you just assume I’m the bitch here.” I knew damn well what my role was here. I was trying to save face, not give in so easy.
He put his hands on his hips, looked up and laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, Trace, Trace, Trace. You ARE the bitch here AND you know you are. You knew from the first kiss how this was gonna go.
I was silent. He was right. It felt like he was reading my mind.
His tone became softer. “Ok, Trace. Sorry, that was a dick thing to say. I just meant that I knew during and after that kiss, that this was going to happen. I could see in my mind what our roles were here. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. Not even a girl.”
I knew he was really pouring on the charm. He was a player, and he was trying to play me. The problem is, I was being pulled right in. Fuck, he was so fucking handsome and charming.
He continued, “You know what I’ve dreamed of seeing? You’re beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, my dick in your mouth, those soft lips of yours wrapped around my dick. Seeing you look up at me is the hottest thing ever. I’ve thought of it a few times and it always made my cum. It would make me so fucking happy if you sucked my dick.”
Fuck. I was actually thinking about it. He was stroking his dick while he charmed me.
“You want to make me happy, don’t you, Trace?” he asked me with the most beautiful smile.
“God damn it,” I said with a sigh. “I can’t fucking believe this.” I hauled myself up to my knees.
He smiled. “Bro don’t lie. You want to suck my dick.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, now I do!”
Cort
Oh, hell yes! I couldn’t wait to see this big masculine muscle head making eye contact with my dick in his mouth. His pink, puffy lips. I can’t wait to see his eyes water.
Trace looked down at my cock as I stroked it. He cleared his throat and then rubbed his palms together like he was getting ready to role dice at a craps table. He kept looking down at my dick and then took in a deep breath like he was about to go under water.
“Fuck it, here goes,” he mumbled and came down on his hands and knees and engulfed my cock. I gasped at the warmth of his mouth.
He gagged and spat it out quickly. “Damn it,” he snapped. “That was fucking weird, bro.”
I was silent. I gently put my hand on the top of his head and pushed it down. His eyes were looking up at me as I pushed his head down to my cock. He mumbled something and then engulfed me again. This time he didn’t try to swallow it. He bobbed back and forth on it. He licked it. I sighed and made little moaning noises. He became more animated, and I could feel him getting into it.
Then suddenly, “Teeth!” I barked at him when he started to get a little to aggressive with his mouth.
“Sorry. It’s my first dick,” he said when he came up for air. He smiled at me and went back down. It wasn’t the best blow job, but it didn’t matter because of who was at the end of my cock. He gagged a few times which I thought was fucking hot.
“Eyes up,” I commanded. He changed the angle of his head, and his eyes looked up at me. His blue eyes looked like they were glowing from all the tears in them from gagging. “Good boy,” I whispered to him. “Good boy. Suck that dick.”
I clamped down on his head, grabbed fistfuls of thick hair and guided him back and forth on my cock. His eyes were focused on mine as I controlled his head. God, he was fucking beautiful, and he was mine. I left my room tonight not imagining anything like this was going to happen. I knew I would hang with Trace tonight, but I never expected this. I should have known it would happen eventually.
I started to fuck his face. He started to gag and make muffled noises. He reached up and grabbed my wrists to pull my hands away from his head. Seeing his muscular forearms struggle against my hands, his bloodshot, watery eyes, his thick traps tensing... I lost it. I came. In his mouth. And he was not happy.
Trace
“Fuck! You just came in my mouth! You fucking asshole!” I yelled at him. I was wiping my mouth with my forearm.
Cort looked surprised and sincerely sorry. “Bro, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
“Fuck you! Can’t believe you fucking came in my mouth the first time I’ve ever sucked cock. FUCK!” I was so pissed.
“Trace, man, I’m so sorry. Honestly. I didn’t mean to.”
“Yes, you did!”
“No! Look at me, Trace. If you could see what I saw you would have shot too. You’re so fucking beautiful, man. Seeing your face looking up at me, your lips around my dick, you were getting into it... I couldn’t help it. It was the fucking sexiest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I felt like a fucking dumbass, sitting there looking at him, listening to him rave about me. He was grinning, he was panting, he was spent. I did that. I made him feel good. I made him happy. I just sucked off the dude of my dreams.
“Don’t do that again. Ok?” I said to him. “Next time warn me.”
“Next time?” he asked, his eyes lit up. A big, bright grin on his face. “So, there will be a next time.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, there’ll be a next time you fucking idiot.” I punched him in the shoulder. “God, you’re an arrogant prick,” I said with a smile as I went in for a kiss. His arms came around me, pulling me in tight.
“Right back at ya,” he said after the kiss.
We laid back down on the floor, side by side.
“What now?” I asked. We were both staring up at the ceiling.
“I dunno. I guess we just go with it?” For once, he didn’t sound like he knew everything.
“Go with it? Dude, I just sucked your dick. And I liked it. I think there is at least a general direction where to take this,” I said sarcastically.
“All I know is that I’m definitely gonna fuck you,” he said confidently.
I winced. “Dude, baby steps.”
“Oh, I’ll put a baby in you,” he said with a cocky tone.
I turned my head to look at him. “Ew,” I said bluntly. “Please don’t ever say that again.”
He laughed. “At least admit you want me to try.”
I lay there silently for a few seconds. I’ve come a long way tonight. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want him to fuck me.
“I’m going to regret this.” I rolled over and kissed him on the lips. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it before. Only with you though.”
“I knew it.”
“But if you cum in me, I swear to God, I’ll punch you in the dick.”
