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All Men Are Horny: True
From the moment a boy becomes a teenager, he is expected to chase girls, have sex, and have it often. I wish that I could say that I was an exception, but I wasn't. I did all the usual dude things, like say awfully embarrassing lines to try to get a girl to sleep with me and popping boners in sex education. I was always really horny, but that's how guys are, right?
It was always drilled into everyone's head: guys are suppose to be horny. They are suppose to chase tail. They are suppose to brag about their dicks and flaunt their muscles. Again, I was not an exception to this. But I didn't believe that guys were as horny as I was. I just, didn't think the stereotype of horn dogs that men had gotten was that true. Well, I was proven wrong.
When I reached college, I had left my virginity in my hometown. It was actually at my going away party that I gave it to this really smart girl who'd I'd known since elementary school. She had bombed her exams at the end of high school, lost her scholarships and acceptances, and was feeling reckless. So reckless that she let me screw her in the back of my pick up truck. I didn't last long. Luckily, she was even quicker.
In college, I became the opposite of what I'd been in high school. I had girls in my bed every night. I learned all the tricks of sex and soon had noise complaints in neighbouring dorms after girls started screaming my name. I was a legend among guys, and a man-whore among girls.
But, like I said, I was always horny. I didn't even think of love as I pushed my manhood into a girl. All I thought of was the sweet bliss that followed with the completion. Surprisingly enough, I became tired of the old routine. I found that getting a girl off got me off just as well as her pussy clamping around my love muscle. I became a class act pussy licker, and well acquainted with the clitoris.
I was a vocal guy. Like, personally, I talked dirty, name screamed, moaned, groaned, whimpered, grunted, and heaved when I fucked. Having said that, I love my lover to do the same. Hearing the sounds I could make them make when I hit that spot that pained my ears, but made my cock swell.
After first term, I became tired of girls. Well, not tired, I suppose, but I didn't want them like I use to. I turned into a bisexual and started to have sex with men. Don't get me wrong, I didn't completely lose my straight tendencies overnight. It started with a jerk off with my friend, which escalated into blowjobs. About a month after that, I started fucking his ass. It was tighter than a pussy, he complained less about the pain than a girl, and I could give it to him rough without feeling bad about the bruises.
That's how I morphed, I suppose. From a small town virgin to a bisexual man-whore. Girls, guys, whatever. I'd do both, and I did do both. I would skip classes for days while I called in all my fuck buds. It was a huge jism fest and I'd end up with the worst rash on my Johnson, but it was worth it.
I never took a dick up my ass. I didn't want to. I didn't get it. I'd heard about the prostate being the male g-spot. And being the pleasure whore that I am, I wanted to feel it, but I was afraid of losing my masculinity. I needed a guy that could fuck me, but be respectful enough not to call me a bitch, his bitch. Or a guy that wanted what I wanted: to get off, no strings attached.
It just so happens that I found that guy in one of my classes. I was in college for physical health and fitness, so our classes spent a lot of time in the gym. Anyway, the guy I wanted to take my cherry was hot. He had that face, you know? A solid, rugged face that seemed very manly, but the skin seemed soft enough to be a baby's. His name was Aaron. He had an athletic body, covered in dark hair which contrasted nicely against his very lightly tanned skin. He was such a friendly guy, always chatting to everyone in the class. Smiling and laughing, he was always doing one of them.
As I'd heard it, he had a sexual dark side, and is a complete horn dog. A real rough fucker, as I'd heard. I wish that I could tear his clothes off right there, running on that tread mill.
I snapped back to the present as the teacher told us what exercises we should be doing over the weekend, and what not. I didn't really listen, I'd exercise the way I wanted. Class was over and everyone headed out, except for a few of us, including Aaron. I was running on the tread mill, a few away from Aaron. There was a chick beside us who had the most amazing ass which clenched tightly when she ran. I'd fucked her. She was a complete tease.
I kept running, glancing down at Aaron from time to time. I noticed Aaron's eyes glued to the girl beside him, watching her tit's bounce slightly as she ran. I could see that she liked the attention, and Little Aaron was making a bulge in his mesh workout shorts.
The chick got off the tread mill, told her room number and dorm building to Aaron and left. I smiled to myself, wondering if I should tell him she was a tease. Even if I did, I'm sure he'd follow wherever his hard cock was pointing.
I finished my workout a few minutes later, as did Aaron. Well, he didn't finish, but I think his wood was getting in the way. We headed to the elevators together. You see, our college is very impractical. Our gym is on the third floor, while the locker room is on the first. It is a pain in everyone's ass, but there wasn't anything we could do. More often than not, I would skip my shower and shower in my dorm bathroom.
Aaron and I got into the elevator and he punched the number 1 in with much enthusiasm. The elevator door closed and started to descend, and I noticed that Aaron was bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet.
I chuckled and said, "Take it easy man, if you're this excited, you won't last a minute inside that chick's pussy."
"You're probably right, but I don't even fucking care. She was one hot bitch and I really need to get off. I haven't had the time to even spank the monkey. I am full of jizz," he said quickly, before realizing he'd said a little too much.
I didn't care; talking about things like this as if it was an ordinary thing to talk about was hot to me. The elevator was just passing the second floor when it started shaking. Not violently, almost like an extravagant vibration that ran through the elevator until it stopped moving. We were stuck between the first and second floor. Fucking great.
Aaron looked like Satan had just stuck his finger up his ass. His face was priceless, not going to lie, but I was afraid he would freak out, start beating on the solid metal frame. I pushed the emergency call button.
"Yes?" asked a tired voice over the intercom. As I've heard, they get a lot of prank, emergency elevator break downs.
"Hey, yeah, our elevator just stopped," I said.
"And you're using the gym-locker room elevators, sir?"
"That's right."
We heard clacking on the computer and a "oh dear" from the tired voice.
"Now, as far as I can tell, the elevator is completely stable, but from the computer's readings, you won't be moving for a bit. Make yourself comfortable. I'll tell you when I know more," she said, and there was a small click, like when you hang up a phone.
Aaron paced back and forth angrily so I hugged a wall, to give him his space. The last thing I needed was a muscled horn dog who was claustrophobic. After a minute, he muttered "fuck it".
"Hey man, I know this is going to sound fucking weird, but can I jerk off in here?" he asked, staring at the ground, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
I really couldn't believe my ears. I must have done something nice to someone lately because I was in Heaven. I was about to tell him "sure", and that maybe I would join him when I stopped. I wasn't a very manipulative person, unless it came to sex. Then I was known to play every card, trick, and line in the book, and I knew exactly what to do here. At least, I thought I did.
"I know that you're horny, man, but we're going to look like a couple of flamers if we leave this elevator with your cum splattered on the floor," I answered.
"Fuck, you're right. But, you've got to let me whack it, man. I'll cum in my undies for all I care, I just need to get off," he said, with genuine need in his voice.
"That's sick, man. You're going to stand here with briefs full of jism until they get us out?" I asked.
I could see his mind whirring, trying to figure out how to cum without displeasing me, or making himself uncomfortable.
"But, if you really need to cum, you could always empty your nuts down my throat," I said seductively, dropping to my knees.
I saw his boner jerk up, once, as if saying "yes!", but Aaron didn't move.
"Sorry man, I didn't mean to...lead you on, but I'm straight," he said, choosing his words carefully.
"And I'm bisexual. And that chick you're chasing after is a tease. Look man, you're clearly so fucking horny that the next thing your dick brushes against, you're going to jizz like a teenager getting his first blowjob. You can either let me suck you off, enjoy it, and make as much noise as you want, or you can wait until we rush out of the elevator, you bump into a fireman, drop a load in your pants and go back to your dorm to change," I lectured.
I seemed to have gotten through to him. Don't get me wrong, it's not as if his mood suddenly brightened and a started ramming his cock down my throat. He just looked into my eyes, warily, until he finally gave me a nod and pushed his head back, as if regretting his decision. I'll tell you one thing though, after you've been with me, you'll never regret it.
I slid my hands up his well-muscled legs, the coating of hair tickling my hands slightly. I loved hairy legs. Maybe that was another reason I liked men. I would have liked to spend more time pulling on his leg hair and nibbling his thighs, but I didn't want to scare him off.
My hands tugged on the waistband of his mesh shorts, pulling them down, and over the prominent bulge in his briefs. He wore tight, white Calvin Klein's briefs that left little to the imagination as his erection strained to get free. I yanked the briefs down too, to reveal Aaron's pride and glory.
Aaron had a fairly large piece of meat, length-wise and width-wise. His cock was uncircumcised, but he was so hard that his foreskin had retracted completely, leaving the deep red, mushroom head, that seemed to be purpling at the tip, probably from being hard so long. The shaft was flawless of any bumps and veins that could be seen, except the one long vein running along the underside of the beast.
Aaron's impressive manhood stuck out domineeringly over his testicles. His balls weren't very big, maybe the size of ping pong balls. His nut sack stuck to his thigh, the sweat acting as an adhesive. What disappointed me in the size of his balls, he made up for in hair. His sack was covered in a thick black hair, which crept back onto his body, giving him a dark mane of curly pubic hair. It was probably the hottest bush I've ever seen.
I glanced up at Aaron, and saw that his eyes were closed. It wasn't the normal way to close one's eyes, it was like he was trying very hard to shut out the world around him and he was holding his eyes closed. You could tell from the wrinkles of skin around his eyes that this was something he didn't want to watch. As if this wasn't going to be amazing.
I approached his dick, letting the hot air from my mouth roll over the head, intentionally pushing breaths out. I stuck out my tongue and took a quick swipe upward. The slit tasted of urine, but not precum. Maybe my good friend Aaron wasn't a leaker. Shame.
I brought my left hand up and held the base between my thumb and forefinger. I started to lap at the cockhead with my tongue, sort of like a dog. I took long licks, starting at the underside and going to the tip, then to the top. My tongue dragged along the tip slowly and I felt him shutter under my skilled mouth.
I took the head into my mouth and took my tongue play a step further. I started to swirl my tongue over the head, never breaking contact with the sensitive glands. I reached up with my right hand and started to massage his balls. He squirmed a bit at first, but soon stopped, hopefully realizing that I knew what I was doing.
I started to flick my tongue, using quick stabbing motions at the head, before swirling around the head. Then back to stabbing. Stabbing makes it sound painful, but it really isn't. I was now rubbing his perineum, the area between his nuts and his asshole. I looked up and saw him looking down at me. In fact, his eyes met mine, and he smiled. A broad, triumphant, ecstatic smile.
I tried a different tactic. I had never done his when sucking cock, because I usually sucked in a 69 so the guy wasn't looking at my face. But I always thought that this would look hot. I kept one hand massaging the perineum, my fingers pushing against the muscle through course hair, my other hand grasping his dick strongly. Then, I started to suck the head, as if it was a straw. The effect was immediate and he moaned for the first time, loud and deep. I kept sucking and his hands snuck down and entwined themselves in my hair.
My hand started to stroke the shaft as I sucked the head. I took a huge risk by creeping my finger back to his anus. I know some guys, that as soon as anything touches their asshole, their dicks deflate like a popped balloon. I was hoping my expert blowjob would distract him as I tickled his asshole and then started to rub it harder.
His expression changed, and I knew that he felt my fingers on his back door. Aaron's expression was serious, but then cracked and he nodded. His wariness had returned, but I think he trusted me. Some people think trust means a wedding ring or key to the apartment. No, I think true trust is when a nervous, straight guy let's you touch his asshole.
Aaron was open to new ideas, clearly, and I felt a tremendous amount of respect for him. I still hadn't let a guy touch my asshole. I changed up the blowjob, taking my hand off his shaft and opening my mouth wide, impaling myself on his thick meat. I sucked more into my mouth, occasionally stopping to glance into his face which radiated pure pleasure.
I went down farther. One more push and I knew I'd feel the rubbery head of his manhood in my throat. One, two, three! Aaron's fingers closed around my hair and tugged, as a groaned. My nose was buried in that mane of pubes and as I breathed in through my nose, his sweaty, masculine scent turned my mind fuzzy and for the first time I realized that my dick was as hard as Aaron's.
I stayed in this position for a minute. Most people can't breathe through their nose and keep deepthroating, but I could. I considered it a special skill. His head was thrown back and his hands were making love to my hair as a constant stream of "ohs!", "ahhhs!", and "yessss!" poured out of his mouth. I could feel the head in the back of my throat and every few seconds, I would try to swallow, thus flexing all my throat muscles around the sensitive glands.
I started to ease off and bounce on the fine piece of meat instead. Slowly backing off then edging back down, licking every angle that I could as I moved. I increased the tempo, bobbing up and down like a mad man. I would focus mainly on the shaft, and then go down completely, give the head a few swallows before backing off.
By this point, he had abandoned the quiet straight boy routine he had started with. Now he was a dirty talking, blowjob enjoying horn dog.
"Yeah, baby, suck that cock. You like that thick piece of meat in your throat, huh? You want me to fuck your face? Do you?" he yelled.
It went on like this and his dirty talk got dirtier. It was incredibly hot. He started to fuck my face, his hands holding my head tightly. His hips would thrust forward, burying his fuck tool in my mouth before he pulled out. He would swing his head all around and the pleasure seemed overwhelming.
I knew he was going to finish soon. But I had to do this, while I had the chance. I had to know how pleasurable the prostate actually was. In one fluid movement, as his hips flew backward as he thrusted out, I pushed against his virgin hole, sliding my index finger in his ass, right to the knuckle. He yelped in pain, stopping his thrusts.
My finger quickly went to work. I needed to find his prostate before the pain made him lose his bone. I curled my finger toward me and downward. I moved it around a bit until I found the little bump. I avidly started rubbing it. As I looked up, I saw his mouth open, his eyes wide, and his shoulder making jerky little motions, before he started moaning.
"Ohhh, baby, what are you doing? Oh God, that is so fucking good, so good! Jesus Christ! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he was yelling.
I smiled around his dick head, which was the only part of his manhood in my mouth, since he had stopped thrusting after my finger invaded his anus. I bobbed my head three times on his fuck stick when he realized my mouth was still on his prick. He started to fuck my face again, each time he thrusted out, my finger would push his love button, making him scream and moan.
My mouth started to ache. His impressive cock had ravaged my mouth and I realized that for a guy so horny, he was lasting a pretty long time.
"Oh man! Fuck Duncan, I'm about to cum man, I can't help it! This is too fucking good!" he screamed.
Looks like I spoke too soon. Oh well, he had lasted quite a while and I was looking forward to my salty reward. I started to tongue his meat as he fucked my throat. His nuts started to rise up and his muscles started to tense. I pulled off his dick, so only the head was in my mouth. I started sucking, like before. He shouted my name as he started to cum. The first shot hit the back of my throat with great speed, making me gag for a second. The next three shots splashed my throat and the following seven leaked out onto my tongue. His cum was salty and thick. And what a load; he was right, he hadn't cum in a while.
As I looked at him, he was heaving for breath, but he was totally ecstatic, and completely content. His cock started to soften in my mouth and I swirled my tongue around a couple times, to collect any seed I missed. I popped my finger out of his asshole and he groaned. I rose to my feet, doing my best to dust off the knees of my jeans.
"Holy fuck man, thank you. That was like nothing I've ever had before. God...," he said, still panting for breath.
"No problem, man, anytime," I said, and his eyes lit up.
"Yeah, maybe," he said in a non-committal way, but his face said differently.
Aaron pulled up his shorts, his cock shining with saliva. The voice came over the intercom, telling us that the elevator was about to be lowered and we could get off.
I winked at Aaron and said to the voice, "Yeah, it sure would be nice to get off."
Aaron gave me a "eat shit" smile. The voice disappeared.
*Okay, this is the first story I've written in a very long time. It isn't my usual style. Usually I set up a rock solid plot with a very undetailed sex scene. Not this time, I hope. I would love to continue with this story, but I'd like some feedback on plot, characters, perhaps what you as the reader would like to see more of.
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Remember, this is a legal story, between consenting adults. I will not be adding any characters that are not of legal consenting age. Thanks.