Paul had been taunting me ever since he discovered I'm gay. It was nothing big, really, and he and I still hung out, but the little hints and deliberate insults were starting to pile up. He especially loved working veiled references about me into conversations with other people. I'm very much in the closet right now, so this was both scary and fucking rude. I'll tell people when I'm damn well ready, I fumed, and this shit has got to stop. So one day, it did.
Paul had been flat on his bed, drinking a beer and watching some movie. I was in bed reading my next history assignment. A commercial came on, he finished his beer, and told a joke: "Hey Jim, what do you call a gay dinosaur?" I froze, staring at a blurry picture of the Hindenburg, sitting absolutely still. "A megasoreass." He shrieked with laughter, rolling onto his side. I shut my book and stood. I was at his side in two strides, and before he realized I was even there he was face down and pinned.
"The fuck," his muffled voice whined through the pillow. I straddled his torso and knelt, my butt on his shoulders and his arms trapped under my knees. I was facing his feet, and dug my hands under his belly to undo his belt. "Jim," he cried, tossing a little under my weight as I worked his jeans down his legs. His boxers bunched at his knees, baring his smooth, sweet ass. I'd never really thought about him in that way, but I was very aware of his tight little body and cute face. I slowly worked my feet up by his head, hooking the heels of my sneakers under the rail of the headboard. Now I could use my weight to keep his upper body pinned. I stretched out and propped my hands next to his thighs, my crotch bearing down right on his plump ass cheeks.
Grinding into those soft mounds while keeping the now struggling Paul down brought new life to my dick. He must have felt it through my pants, because his heel came flying at my face. I dodged and sat up, undoing my fly and hauling out my very respectable meat. I grabbed his flailing shins and leaned down hard, my cock slipping neatly into the crack of his ass. He went very still.
"MMMM," he yelled into his pillow. I gently slid my dick forward an inch, the pillowy soft skin of his ass cradling the underside. I pulled back. "MMMMMMMMMM!" I started to pick up a little speed, his smooth cleft growing damp from my leaking cockjuice. After about two minutes he went still. I continued to move, rubbing my dick right against his ass. I was starting to get close.
A certain slackness told me that it was safe to get off him. I unhooked my feet and rolled away, kicking my pants and boxers off. He lay still, face down. His ass shone a little in the dim light. I hauled his feet to the side, his body swinging 90 degrees to put his head at the wall. I dropped his knees on the floor, leaving him kneeing with his torso on the bed. I knelt behind him, my knees outside his legs, and pushed.
My now very slippery cockhead slid between his legs, right in the join of his crotch. I felt it poke into his balls from behind, and then drew back. His thighs gripped my dick tight, his flesh hot on my delicate cockskin. My hands were on his hips, pulling my groin home. The cum was churning in my balls, excited by his tight legs and passive demeanor. A few more hard thrusts and I was there, jamming my cock forward, spewing out streams of jizz that sprayed right against the back of his furry nuts.
I let myself relax, feeling all my frustration and annoyance melt away. I drew my slimy tool from between his legs and wiped it on his sheets. Then I dressed and went back to studying. He shyly pulled his pants up and crept out to the bathroom, taking his shower bucket with him. And I never heard another gay joke after that.
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