Adventures of Josh Part 4
This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Josh's trips to Epic Video had gone a long way toward satiating his appetites. Josh started going one or twice a week, then three times a week. On a good day, Josh would find a hot cock to suck. On a great day he would find two or three. If that was a bust, there was never a shortage of men (usually older) eager to suck Josh's big dick. And while Josh didn't find himself as attracted to most older men, Josh was a raging ball of hormones. A mouth was a mouth. And Josh secretly loved the attention. He often found himself watching a man in the hall watching him as a grey head bobbed up and down on his own cock while the stranger's hands ran absent-mindedly along Josh's near hairless chest and abs.
On his fourth trip to Epic, Josh found four different dicks (one small, two average, one huge) and swallowed each. And while he loved every minute of it, he had a sobering moment of reality and began to worry about the possibility of disease. A trip to the campus health clinic, a clean STI screening, and a PreP subscription had him back on his knees in just three weeks. And then Josh found "the apps". Josh had heard of the apps of course. And who can say why he had not tried any of them out before. A crippling shyness gripped him in most parts of his life. But in the pursuit of dick, he had really started to come out of his shell.
The thing that shocked Josh the most was just how specific you could go. There were general apps for everyone (though it looked to be mostly beautiful people being beautiful but with an attitude that made them less so). There were apps for just bears, just twinks, just farmers, just married men. Apps for kinks in general. Apps for some very specific kinks. And while Josh was pretty down to earth, he knew he was attractive. Young, fit, smooth olive skin, a cute, crooked smile, and a big dick. He quickly found himself very popular on whatever app he went on. It was all very overwhelming.
But Josh was looking for something very specific. He wanted to get fucked. So far, Josh's experience had been almost exclusively oral. He had let Letterman jacket sit on his cock. He had also sat very still while a slightly chubby Hispanic man had done the same, in the very same booth at Epic only a few weeks after Letterman. Both had been fun enough experiences. But at night, when Josh gently probed one or two fingers inside himself while gently tugging his big boner with the other hand, Josh longed to be on the receiving end. But he was also kind of terrified.
He had started that conversation with plenty of men, but either they would lose interest or Josh would lost interest, or the vibe just wouldn't be right, or they couldn't find a place to do it. After a month on an app geared toward kinks, he began talking to man who called himself Chris. Josh had no way of knowing if that was really his name.
Chris was tall, beefy, but with more muscle than fat. His hair was cut short, close to his scalp. This haircut combined with his build made him look like a 1950's linebacker. Chris was obviously more dominant. But Chris was patient enough. Answered questions, asked his own, and clearly wasn't just trying to find an ass to fuck that very moment or not interested (as was so often the case on this particular app). Josh had expressed his desire to "lose his cherry" (a phrase that Chris used constantly and Josh at first thought off putting but later came to love. Boundaries were discussed. Josh wasn't exactly a submissive. He wasn't looking to be dominated, but was looking for someone that could be gentle, and patient, but show Josh how to bottom. Chris had even suggested Josh try a toy on himself first to get an idea of the sensation. Josh had done so (a six inch, somewhat realistic pink phallus purchased at Epic) and with other advise from Chris (preferred lube, position, etc) Josh had opened up in more ways than one.
After a few weeks, Josh couldn't put it off any longer. After working out the details, Josh found himself knocking on Chris's door at a suburban house on a Thursday morning. Chris (22) still lived with his parents. But he had the place to himself while they were at work so it was agreed that this was a good place to meet. Josh was so nervous and though his dick wasn't hard, felt like he might cum just standing there waiting for the door to open. It was a strange, nervous, horny feeling.
Chris answered the door. He wasn't smiling, but there was a glimmer of recognition with a soft, "Hey, come on in." Josh knew that this was Chris' manner They had video chatted multiple times, sometimes just talking, usually masturbating together. Chris was quiet, stern, a little bossy. This was part of his allure. He was wearing a pair of sleep pants and a muscle shirt (which Chris called a wife-beater, a name that Josh didn't like). Chris motioned Josh in before turning and walking up the stairs. Josh knew intuitively to follow. He shut the door behind him and took the first few steps quickly to catch up.
Moments later, they were in Chris' room. It was very much the room of a teenage boy. Posters of cars on the wall as well as one of beautiful young woman with her breasts exposed. Josh didn't know if that was an indication of Chris being bisexual (something he had never suggested in their conversations) or if it was just camouflage for his parents. Chris was the type you could definitely see being closeted.
Chris immediately pulled down his sleep pants, exposing his already hard dick. His dick was impressive. Probably seven inches, thicker at the base than the tip, and curving upward like a banana. Josh was immediately hungry to have it in his mouth and was about to take a knee when Chris said curtly "go ahead and strip". Josh did so nervously, but soon found himself naked as Chris walked around him slowly, putting a hand on Josh's right buttock as he did. "Perfect" Chris said quietly. Josh was going to say "Thanks" or something, but Chris seemed not to be speaking to Josh, but to himself.
Josh was so nervous, but Chris seemed either not to notice or not to care. Chris sat on the bed and seemed to look not at Josh, but just past him. "Come on" motioning toward his cock with a nod of his head. Josh stepped forward and began to take a knee. As he did, Chris placed his hand gently on the back of Josh's neck, guiding him down as he went. Josh took all of Chris's cock in his mouth and to the back of his through.
Chris was big and thick. But Josh had practiced his oral skills a lot as of late and he was able to deep throat Chris without too much discomfort. Once a mouth was on his cock, Chris began to actually make some noise. He grunted and moaned and said things like "oh yeah." He was still quiet, but he had something to say at least. Chris gently rubbed the back of Josh's neck and occasionally moved up to touch the top of his head. Every once and a while he would pull Josh's head down tighter, causing just the beginning of a gag. Each time he did this, Chris would utter a low, gravelling, "yeah."
Josh began to stroke his own cock which had been hard since Chris had locked the bedroom door. Chris didn't notice this at first, but when he did, he quietly chastised Josh. "Don't do that. Don't touch yourself." He wasn't angry or yelling. These were just instructions. When Josh didn't immediately stop playing with his own cock (either not hearing or not understanding the instructions), Chris said, "here, give me your hands". There was just a hint of impatience in his voice this time. Josh looked up at Chris, his eyes watering slightly with Chris's thickness in his throat. Chris made a motion with his hand as if to say "come on" and Josh did as instructed offering both his hands to Chris, never removing his face from Chris' cock.
In a practiced move, Chris took both of Josh's hands and placed them on the back of Josh's head like some kind of power yoga pose. Chris held Josh's hands as they held Josh's head, then guided them up and down, so Josh's head and hands were one solid mechanism, moving up and down on Chris' shaft. The strokes got deeper, with Chris seeming to relish the deepest penetration so that Josh would gag a little. Josh's eyes watered more as Chris fucked his mouth.
This went on for a long time. Josh initially had trouble maintaining his balance. His long torso bent awkwardly over the edge of the bed, he had to rely on Chris' strong arms to hold him up. Josh wondered if perhaps this was the point. Josh began to get tired. Also, he wanted what he had come for. But he had to admit, he was still very nervous. There was a part of him that wanted to stop. To politely say that he had changed his mind and that he wasn't ready. But when Chris said lowly, almost in a whisper, "you ready to get fucked?" Josh found himself instinctually nodding yes (with the cock still in his mouth) as he looked up at Chris with tears in his eyes.
Chris finally released his firm grip on Josh's hands, allowing Josh to finally pull the cock from his mouth. He quietly gasped to catch his breath and lost his balance, keeling forward into Chris's lap. Chris leaned forward, grasping Josh's left bicep in his strong, meaty hand. "Come on, get up on the bed." Chris' tone wasn't angry or short. It was just matter-of-fact. Josh also noticed how strong Chris' grip was. Almost painful. Like an angry store keeper that had caught some kid shoplifting. Like someone who either didn't know their own strength, or did know, and wanted you to know.
Josh stumbled to his feet and lay on the bed while Chris stood and stepped to the dresser across the room. The bed was high, and Josh, though tall, felt awkward trying to climb up into it. He lay first on his side, then on his belly, not sure the best way. He also thought that it might help his nerves if he didn't have to look at Chris' face as they did it. He listened as Chris came back toward him. He waited to feel the bed shift as Chris climbed on top of him, but after moments, Chris said softly, "turn over." Josh wanted to say how nervous he was, how he thought this position might help and might be better for him, but he was too nervous. Afraid was the right word. But something in that neighborhood. He did as he was told, rolling over. Chris looked at him for a moment with an expression that said, "that's still not right." Chris grabbed one of Josh's ankles in one hand and grabbed under the kneed with the other and in a quick motion, slid Josh 90 degrees so that he was perpendicular to the bed and his ass was facing Chris, almost perfectly lining up the height of Josh's ass on the bed with Chris' hard, curving dick. "Like this." Chris said. There was just a hint of impatience in his voice.
Josh wondered again if he should ask to stop. But he was too nervous. And maybe he didn't really want to stop. "Did you loosen yourself up this morning like I said?" Chris said. This was the longest sentence he had uttered since Josh had arrived. Josh had, using the soft pink dildo and copious amounts of lube after his morning shower as Chris had instructed. "It takes time to loosen you up, especially your first time," Chris had explained over video chat. Time, it appeared, that Chris did not want to have to take. Josh nodded to indicate that yes, he had Sodomized himself this morning. Chris didn't really look at Josh's face. But Josh couldn't look away from Chris' face. He was handsome. He hadn't smiled once the entire time. This bothered Josh a little. But it also excited him.
There was a rustling in Chris' hand, which Josh could perceive but couldn't see. Josh had instinctively placed each of his hands under his knees, holding his legs up and spread. Chris ran one hand up the inside of Josh's right thigh. This was the most intimate gesture he had made so far. Josh noticed his skin now slimed with lubricant where Chris had touched him. "You ready?" Chris had said, finally making eye contact. Josh thought about saying no, but before he could say anything, or even nod, he felt the tip of Chris' dick first touch then immediately press against his asshole. A quick additional pressure and his hole relented, allowing the head and maybe a little more inside him.
The feeling was sharp, but not painful. Josh had loosened himself before coming. And Chris had lubed his shaft good. Still, the feeling of a real dick was must different than a rubber one, and Josh let out a gaspy moan. Josh, whose own dick had gone soft when he had been stopped from touching, it, began to thicken as blood rushed back in. Then Josh had a thought that he finally was able to express.
"Wait, are you wearing a condom?" Josh had said with panic in his voice and his face. Chris stopped all movement, but didn't skip a beat, "I don't have any, but I can pull out if you want." Chris' voice was not angry, but his tone certainly implied a finality. They could either have sex without a condom, or Josh to get dressed and leave. It wasn't something up for discussion. Josh was nervous. Part of Josh wanted to leave moments ago, but once the tip of Chris' cock was inside him, something primal within him had been stirred.
"No!" Josh said, actually yelling. He quickly regained his composure and said at a normal tone of voice, "it's ok, I'm on PreP". Perhaps Josh thought this would inspire more conversation, but it didn't Chris instead merely looked down to the task at hand and muttered, "Good boy." Josh could have almost cum at that.
Chris firmly grasped Josh's legs in each strong hand and began to slowly push himself inside of Josh. The feeling, which at first had been strange but also familiar, quickly became something closer to pain. Chris' cock was much thicker at the base than it was at the tip. And as each inch passed into him, it opened him wider and wider. With maybe two inches left outside of his body, Josh thought that if he went further it would tear him open. Josh cried out in pain. Chris paused, then retracted and inch before sliding that inch back in. He repeated this process in a slow rhythm. Josh gasped and sputtered, not asking to stop, but squirming, moving his hips a little, trying to make it more bearable. Chris tightened his grip on Josh, his thick thumbs digging into the inside of Josh's knees. "Don't fight me." Again, this wasn't angry. Merely an instruction. Even as he felt his insides splitting, he felt his cock (now fully engorged) tingle.
Josh tried to lay still. He kept thinking he should say stop, but part of him feared that if he did, Chris wouldn't respond, except to tighten his grip further. He looked into Chris' eyes. Chris stared back, almost blankly. Josh wasn't a person to Chris. He wasn't an object of desire. He was just a hole. A place to put one's cock. It was with this cold stare looking back at him, after only a few minutes of Chris's thick cock rearranging his insides, Josh was surprised by his own intense and unexpected orgasm.
Josh's cock, which was laying hard against his own stomach, untouched, tensed twice before spurting thick ropes of jizz back onto Josh's abs and chest. It happened so quickly that Josh was confused at first, before laughing as he orgasmed, shocked at what was happening. Chris muttered quietly, "yeah, yeah" with almost no inflection. As Josh was cumming, Chris took this opportunity to push the last of his dick (which as of yet had not been inside) into Josh's ass. Josh had tightened as he came, which made the pain even more intense as Chris slammed into him, his balls finally coming to rest against Josh's own. Josh felt some of the pain, but most of it was overtaken by the pleasure. Josh grunted and moaned, but made no effort to wriggle away.
As his orgasm subsided, Josh assumed that Chris would pull out. And the pleasure quickly turned back to discomfort and pain as Chris, rather than pull out, began to pound faster. Josh grunted with each heavy thrust, thought luckily, the pain had lessened greatly with continued pounding. It only took another minute, maybe two, before Chris' breath quickened and he grunted, "yeah, yeah" before pushing himself as deep as he could, pushing all of his considerable weight only Josh as Chris's cock exploded jizz deep into Josh's guts. Josh thought he could feel the hot, white cum splash inside him, but he couldn't be sure this wasn't his imagination.
When Chris leaned, his scruffy beard stubble brushed against Josh, scratching his face. He rutted like a pig as he finished inside him. As he was finishing, Chris turned his head slightly and, rather than kiss Josh, very gently bit his lip. Just a little. Then the contact was over as Chris, having left his DNA inside of Josh, pulled himself out of Josh as he stood.
Josh was light headed. The relief of the pressure in his guts moments ago left him feeling empty. He could feel a warmth inside him that he knew was Chris' cum. His face burned where the beard stubble had scratched him. And he could taste Chris where he had gently bit his lip. Chris grabbed a dirty t shirt from the floor and quickly wipes his own cock before throwing the shirt gently at Josh as he said, "here, you made quite a mess" motioning toward Josh's cum stained abs and chest.
Josh quickly wiped himself off as Chris was already getting dressed. Josh also reached for his clothes and the two dressed in silence. Josh suddenly wanted to be anywhere else. Josh wanted to use the bathroom to clean up, but he didn't think he was allowed to ask. Chris opened the door to the hallway and led the way toward the front door. As he opened the door, Chris muttered without really making eye contact, "You did good. When you want it again let me know." Josh smiled but couldn't think of anything to say, so he just smiled and went out the door, hearing it shut behind him. As he got in his car, he could already feel Chris leaking down his leg. As he drove home, he could smell nothing but spit and cum and sweat.
It had been a learning experience. He had learned a lot. He had learned that he was almost certainly a bottom. And even as he thought that Chris was more of an asshole than Josh had originally thought, Josh wondered how long he should wait before texting him and asking to meet up again.