I Ain't Gay
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I ain't gay. Let's get that cleared up straight away. I like chicks, with boobs and a pussy. Ain't into dicks and definitely not ass holes. I mean, a nice pair of buns on a hot lass is great, but I ain't going anywhere near any of their assholes. Some of my mates say anal is better than pussy, but I can't even look at an asshole. Turns me right off.
Not that I know what pussy even feels like. Don't tell anyone but I ain't had any sex. Not even a handy. I tells my mates that I banged a chick when I was on holiday in Tenerife last summer. Say we did it all night and then again in the morning. Truth is I did see a hot local chick while at a restaurant. Didn't talk to her or anything, I mean I was too nervous. Plus, what if she didn't speak English? Naw, couldn't do it. I did wank off to her before bed and when I got up. So not a complete lie.
Thing is, I don't seem to attract the ladies. I mean, I'm not an ugo, but I'm just as bad; I'm cute. I'm pretty short at just 5'6", gots this button nose, pretty skinny and hairless except my legs. Plus I'm pretty shy around girls. Never know what to say really. Get shit ton of stick from my mates. Always calling me a kid or worse; a fag. Why I had to say I lost my virginity on holiday. Stop them calling me a fag. Which I ain't. I don't think they really believe me, but they have stopped calling me queer.
Now you see my troubles. I need to lose my virginity, but I can't shag any of the girls `round the estate. One, they don't fancy me and two, they'll know I ain't fucked before. I mean I assume they'll be able to tell the difference between a guy who's never fucked and one who's actually had a night and morning of hot fucking.
I need to bang someone that doesn't know my mates and won't be blabbing about me to them. I'm trying Tinder, but it's not really working out. See, my lack of being able to speak to women isn't just a face to face thing. I mean, I can talk to them, you know, the usual hey' how's it going' and such, but how do you ask a girl for a shag? Can't just say it. They'll fuckin' block quick as. Thought about asking them on a date, you know, romance them and shit, but I ain't got any money at the moment. Live in a council flat with my mum. Which is also a problem, can't ask them back to mine for a shag. Mum never leaves the place unless it's to go bingo or shops and so far none of the girls I've talked to has asked me to come round there's for a shag. Be honest; I'm getting desperate.
It's that desperation that's given me a terrible idea. I first had it when I was sat at home with my mum. I was checking out Tinder, not really paying attention while Jeremy Kyle was on the TV. Apparently, this chick was accusing her man of cheating, usual Jezza affair, however, what caught my attention was that she said he had an app called Grindr which he was using to cheat on her. Thinking this might be a good way of picking up chicks for a fuck - the dude was well ugly. Missing teeth, bolding - If he can get chicks on this app I'm sure I could!
I quickly downloaded the app, noticing a lot of guys on the Google play page, but not really thinking much of it. Once signed up, picking a pic of my face that made me look older than I do. Well, I look a bit tough in it, which I think makes me look older. Suddenly a page of faces and bodies came up. Only problem being they're all dudes. Quickly I realised it was a fucking queer app for pufters. Needless to say, I closed the app and uninstalled it, I ain't queer.
Tried to put it out of my mind, but a thought popped into my head; it must be easier to get sex from a guy. I mean we're all gagging for it, complete horn dogs. It must be easier to get a quick shag from a guy than it is from a girl. Thankfully I matched with a fitty on Tinder before I could think too much of it.
I was getting on well with the chick. We talked about hobbies, interests, holidays. I thought we were getting on really well like. Went bed - after wanking while talking to her - woke up the next day and she stopped talking to me. Dunno why. Last thing we spoke about was how we both liked dogs. Left her a few messages but realised it was looking desperate so just stopped.
Looking at the lack of new matches I close down Tinder. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror. Gel still holding my brown hair up in a spike. A bit on the skinny side but a bit of muscle showing through - if I had the money I'd join a gym. I'm looking a bit tired under my grey eyes, but otherwise, I'm a decent looking guy. Why won't anyone shag me? I bet the fucking fags would want me to shag them. Fuck it, my confidence needs a serious boost. I'm not going to actually meet any of the fags, just need that ego boost, you know?
Leaving Grindr to download, I remove my boxers and jump in the shower. Usually a prime wank spot, but not feeling it today. The rejection turned my morning bone floppy, taking away the morning horn with it.
Getting out of the quickest shower I've probably ever taken, body clean and hair free of yesterday's gel, I dry off and log back onto Grindr. Immediately my phone vibrates letting me know I've got messages. I admit I smile into the misted up mirror. I ain't gay, it's just having people actually wanting to talk to me because they fancy me, it's a bit of a rush. I feel a twitch in my dick as I quickly wrap my towel around my waist and head to my room, reading the messages as I go.
Most of them just say hi or hey' but the pictures show them as being old. I ignore them and click on one with a blank picture but says photo received'. It's a dick pic, of course, it's a fucking dick pic. I quickly close the message and avoid any others with photo received'. There's a few younger guys that's messaged me, but it's from yesterday so I'm not sure if they'd still be interested in talking. Probably found someone else's cock to suck.
Coming off the messages I take a look at all the queers near me. Wouldn't it be crazy if I saw someone I knew? Wait, what if someone I knew saw me? In a panic, I quickly go to my profile and take my picture off. Fuck! What if someone recognised me last night? I go back to the messages and search through to see if anyone I knew was there. Thankfully no. I mean, it's a really slim chance. Guys I hang with always take the piss out of queers. School was pretty savage as well. No one came out but we bullied anyone that was even slightly girly. Thankfully I had a group of rough guys from primary school, else me being shy and young looking would have gotten the shit beat out of me daily. Panic over, I'm still a bit worried. This was a terrible fucking idea!
Throwing my phone on the bed I put on a white t-shirt, grey trackies, white boxers, some white socks and go to get some cereal for breakfast. I sit and watch `This Morning' with my mum; what would she say if she knew I was on a gay fuck app? She's no different to anyone else. Shouts about queers and immigrants at the TV. Naw, this was a terrible idea. I need to just go delete it and keep trying to get a chick on Tinder.
Finished with breakfast I put my bowl in the sink and hurry back to my room. Unlocking my phone, again I get told I've got messages on Grindr. Should I look at them? Maybe just one last ego boost, then I'll delete it!
Opening Grindr I look at the 4 people that's messaged me, mostly the same, one being a photo received, but one guy caught my eye. Pic's of his face looks like a selfie out in town. His long, light brown hair is flowing a bit in the wind, his blue eyes are piercing as they look into the camera. I have to admit his big smile makes him look like a nice guy. However, the faggy scarf and red jacket shows off his true faggy nature. His names simply At Uni'; no one I know has ever gone to uni. Except my Uncle Jeff. His side of the families loaded. But no one I know round these parts. Checking out his profile I find out he's pretty much my height - 5'7" - 20 years old, slim, free of any STI's and a verse bottom - whatever that means. His profile also says he's a fashion student - of course the fags into faggy fashion - he likes dogs, art and he's from Bristol. Definitely won't know anyone I do. Perfect!
I know I'm supposed to be deleting, but something about his eyes and that smile makes me think I can trust this fag, that maybe he'd be one of those faggy fags, you know the ones that let you walk all over them and do whatever a straight lad wants. He could be what I need. Worst comes to worst I just say I'm trolling his faggy ass and just delete.
Sitting back on my bed I reply to his Hey' with a Hi' then just sit there staring at the conversation. It says he messaged only 4 minutes ago, so he's probably still around, right? Why am I so nervous? My hands are sweaty as fuck. Why am I just sat waiting for his reply?
Just as I'm about to close and delete the app a new message pops up; `How's it going?' Okay man, play it cool.
alls good, mate' I pause a moment before adding u?'.
This time I get an instant reply; `I'm doing alright. Just got back from being home with parents. First one back in the house so a little lonely' he added the monkey emoji covering its eyes. Is he hinting at wanting me to come over? Fuck! We've barely said anything to each other and he's already getting flirty. Queers are sluts!
Ah rite im just sat at home got nothing to do.' Maybe if I let him know I'm free he'll offer me round. Shit, am I really trying to get a fag to invite me to his for sex?
`Exciting lives we lead' This one ended with a sticky out tongue emoji. Before I could reply anything he sent another message.
`So, what you looking for on here?' What do I tell him? Do I just come out and say I want a shag? I mean, why not, right? Worse he can do is stop talking. That's probably for the best, to be honest. Fuck, my stomachs doing fucking flips. Am I really this nervous being found out to be talking to a fag?
`Just looking for a shag to be honest lol' Now's to see if fags really are more slutty than girls.
That's cool. I'm mainly looking for friends and dates, but we could maybe meet up' Ended with a winky face emoji. Fags are definitely sluttier than chicks. Now, what do I say? Thankfully he messages again before I have to think too hard; Hey, your sexy pic's gone. You got any more?' Did he just call me sexy? No one's ever called me sexy before. Fuck. Do I resend the pic? Maybe send another one? A shirtless pic? No!
I quickly send him a few face pics and wait for the reply. The other pics don't make me look as tough, just my normal boyish self. Did he think I was manlier than I am? Will he stop talking now? Why do I even care? I'm getting myself into such a state over whether or not a fag likes my pics. I seriously need to delete this app.
`Wow! You're very hot babe!' Holy shit! He's so fucking into me!
I can feel the smile on my face, but I can't stop it. It probably looks so fucking goofy and faggy. I mean, why am I smiling so much from a fag calling me hot? Worst thing is I can feel my dick start to chub. I'm ain't gay, it's just when someone thinks you're sexually attractive it's a massive confidence boost and a bit of a turn on.
Giving my dick a quick push down through my trakkies I message him back; `lol thanks man.' What else do I say? Shit, I'm not just shit at talking to girls, I'm just shit at talking. Probably why I'm so quiet and shy.
Three pics flash up the screen. Two more face pics and one of him laying on his front on his bed, naked except a pair of, like white thong pants, but not like the thongs you see in porn, all satin and lace, they were somehow more ... manly? In that, they're just a white, cotton looking thong. The pose shows off his cheeks perfectly.
My breath's caught in my throat, I just stare at his beautifully round cheeks. He's obviously a pretty thin guy, so he hasn't got a massive ass, but on him, the cheeks make perfect little mounds. You can just see the top of his head, his legs are up and you can see his feet. He's completely tanned. Not a fake tan either, not like the hoes you see `round the estate and downtown on the weekends. He's either been on his hols or uses a tanning bed.
I suddenly realise I've just been staring and not replied. Shit, what if he thinks I'm not interested? Wait, am I interested?
`hot ass man' I reply without even thinking about it. Did I just compliment a fags ass? Fuckin' hell, this is fucked up.
`Heh, thanks stud ;). So, would you like to come around and see them for yourself?' It ends with another wink emoji and the monkey one from before. Fuck, what do I say? I can feel the sweat drip from under my arms. My hands are clammy as fuck and my mouth is drier than Mercedes down the blocks pussy, or so all the lads who's fucked her say. Only chick they've had to use lube with. By lube they mean spit.
`yeah can do were bouts are you'. What am I doing? I can't go through with this, can I? I mean, got a willing fag to give me the experience and confidence I need to go hunt for some pussy, but can I actually do it? Would he want me to fuck his ass? I can't do that! Ass holes are disgusting!
A google map image appears on my phone. Looks like he lives just 15 minutes away. Do I go?
`Cool be bout 15 ok?' Well, I'm telling him I'm going, but am I actually going to go?
`That's cool, I'll be waiting for you ;)' Shit. I'm actually going to go, aren't I?
Closing down the app and locking my phone I get off my bed. Looking down my dick is solid fucking hard. It must just be the excitement of finally getting some action. I mean, 18 and still a complete virgin, I'm such a fucking loser. I don't fancy some queer and I'm definitely not gay!
My dick has a downward curve, I think it makes it look stupid, but it means I can't just hook it under the waist of my boxers and trakkies. Quickly doing a few push ups and sit ups gets it down enough not to be obvious. Spraying, like, half a can of Lynx under my arms and over my body, I quickly style my hair back into a spike and put on a grey trakkie top that matches my trakkie bottoms. Slipping on my blue Nike Air Maxes, I also pick up my phone, wallet and keys. Saying a quick bye to my mum - she don't care where I go or when I come back - I hurry out of the block of flats and through the estate. Thankfully no one sees me, no idea what I'd say if one of my mates had caught me. Probably just said I was going shops. They'd have probably came with and I'd have to have flaked, but that's better than anyone finding out what I'm doing.
Walk's easy enough. Pretty flat. His place is on the main road so no chance of getting lost, but now I'm standing outside with no idea what to do. What if it's one of my mates playing a trick and this is actually one of their girl's places and they're about to kick the shit out of me?
As I'm about to turn tail and flee the door opens, thankfully the smiling face of the queer from Grindr's on the other side. His tanned face has a nice, welcoming smile. His blue eyes look into my dull, grey ones as I stand at the end of his path. He's wearing a blue t-shirt and what looks like grey leggings. I notice he has bare feet as I look him up and down.
"Hey there, want to come in?" He motions towards the house with his head.
"Uh, yeah, sure." I walk the couple of meters down his path and through the door way, walking past him into his place, slightly brushing him as I pass.
I'm instantly hit by his smell. A sweet coconutty smell. I like coconut. Even like Bounty's.
"I saw you standing there, I know what it's like going to a random persons' place. Don't know if you're being set up or not." His voice is smooth, slightly campy, but not unpleasant. "Come sit down in the lounge." He closes the door and takes my hand, leading me through the first door on the left. Seeing him from the back his hair looks longer than in the pictures. Down past his neck. But it doesn't all seem to be long, just mainly like, at the back. I also take a quick look at his ass. The leggings hug it perfectly. You can also tell that he's wearing a pair of the thong undies, like the ones in the hot pic.
This whole situation is such a mind fuck that I don't take my hand away, I just let him guide me. His hand's soft.
He leads me to a brown sofa that's sat against the wall. He lets my hand go as he sits down, his right side against the back of the sofa, his right leg tucked underneath him as he lets his left fall over the sofa cushions, knee bent, only his toes resting against the beige carpet.
I sit down on the far right of the sofa, squashed against the arm, both feet on the floor, facing the far wall where a TV's hooked up. There's another sofa to our left, in front of a big window and a single person chair on the right. A wooden table takes up the centre of the room, covered in papers and empty cups. Nice place. Students have it pretty good it seems.
A sudden touch of my arm makes me jump and takes me away from scoping out the room.
"You seem pretty tense, are you okay?" I look at his tanned face, a concerned smile spread over his lips.
"Uh, yeah, it's just ... this is my first time. With a guy!" I quickly add the last part. I don't want him thinking I'm a complete virgin loser. Even though that's what I am.
"That's cool, so what made you go on Grindr to meet guys?" The concern has gone as he starts playing with his hair with his right hand. He just has a small, pleasant smile as he looks at me.
"Uh, well, I dunno. Just kinda ... curious I guess." I look away from him and down at my hands in my lap. Thankfully the nerves seem to have kept my dick down. Don't look like such a virgin newbie.
He gives a slight giggle, the sound's almost musical. "Fair one, we all have our first times, right?" I look back to his face, his eyes instantly zeroing back in on mine.
"I'm Jared by the way." Not a faggy name. Kind of sounds pretty manly actually.
"I'm Dean," I reply.
Jared holds his hand out for me to shake. Reaching my right arm across my body I hold onto his hand and give two shakes before letting go.
"Nice to meet you, Dean."His face lights up again with the nicest smile. I've never met someone who smiles so much.
"Same," I reply with a curt nod as I go back to looking at the far wall. The fuck am I doing here?
"So, seeing you're new to all this, what would you like to do?" I've never met anyone so nice either. He genuinely seems to actually care. If the guys I knew was meeting someone for sex it'd been all over by now.
"Uh, I don't know?" Now that I'm here I have no idea how to start anything. I'm nervous as shit and just can't form a sentence. This is exactly what it's like with girls. Maybe Jared is too girly?
"How about we start with some kissing and see how you feel?" What? Kissing? Fuck no! That's way too faggy!
I turn to tell him to fuck off but he's moved closer to me on the sofa, the sweet scent of coconut suddenly hits me again and all words leave my head. A simple quiet groan is all I can get out before his left-hand reaches up and softly touches my right cheek. So soft and delicate. I look up into his blue eyes but instantly look down again. The look is too intense as he slowly closes the gap, his lips getting closer to mine. Looking down the bulge in his leggings is very obvious to see. Fuck, he really is into me.
His thumb moves under my chin and gently lifts my face up. I don't resist as his lips softly meet my own. The touch sends shivers down my body. I've kissed before. Like dares, spin the bottle and the occasional drunken snog down the park, but none of them felt like this. His lips are so very softly pressed against my own, so tender and sensual. He slowly applies more pressure as I close my eyes and give in to the tingling going `round my body. Everything feels like it's more intense, like, someone has turned my skin up to max. His hand moves towards the back of my head, slight cupping my ear as his lips start to slowly move, I mirror the movement of his lips with my own. In sync, moving together, opening and closing in an intense embrace.
I let my left hand move between Jared and the sofa, resting on the small of his back, feeling where his shirt meets his leggings, moving it up so my hand can go underneath his shirt and touch his warm skin. His back feels soft, smooth as I slightly move my hand further up so all my fingers can get a good feel. Moving them back down, my hand hits the top of his leggings. Putting a little strength in my little finger it moves the waistband aside as it feels the cotton material of his thong. Going further down I feel the skin of his right ass cheek, the palm of my hand settling on the thong waistband allowing my finger to touch and gently caress the hot skin of his bum.
Jared seems to take this as a cue to go further. Moving closer, he puts his left leg over my right, his left hand now at the back of my head, joined by his right as our lips are pushed even closer together, his tongue now inside my mouth, toying with my own before going back as our mouths close; coming back again once they reopen. The move means my left hand is now able to completely cup his right cheek, letting me give it a good squeeze, feeling the soft skin over the hard muscle.
Jared moves again, his left leg moving further up, coming into contact with my raging boner. I squeeze his cheek hard as he presses his thigh under the curve of my trakkie covered dick. Digging my fingers into his skin I feel my dick twitching against his thigh, the bellend feeling wet as I must be dripping out pre-jizz into my boxers. Releasing the grip on his cheek my middle finger reaches under the thin strip of cotton, feeling the completely smooth, wrinkled skin of his hole. The touch was like an electrical charge straight to my dick. It's now twitching, uncontrollably against Jared's leg as I let out a deep moan into his throat.
Jared closes his mouth and pulls away from the kiss. I open my eyes to see his blues staring back at me, a massive smile on his red, slightly puffy lips. I move my hand out of his leggings and shift my body back up on the couch, putting my back straighter against the back.
"How was your first kiss with a guy?" Jared moves slightly back, giving me a bit more room.
All I can do is breathe heavily. Had I been breathing through that whole kiss? How long was it? No longer connected to Jared the world comes back to me. No longer under the control of his sweet smell and soft lips. I look away from him as I swallow hard, trying to catch my breath.
"That good?" He gives out that musical giggle again as he starts to get up off the couch. Was it over?
"Well, you definitely look like you were enjoying it." He motions to my still twitching dick.
Fuck, it feels like I was like seconds away from jizzing in my pants. Fuck, kissing the girls down the park, or at parties never felt like this. I barely managed to get a semi. But those kisses were, like, 10 seconds of sloppy mouths flopping against each other and a quick tongue flick. Seeing my mates having a snog there's is no different. Just longer. Nothing like this, this is ... I don't know ... magical? Fuck that sounds so faggy. What's this guy doing to me?
"How about we go to the next step?" Jared moves in front of me as he crosses his arms in front of him and grabs the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up, revealing his tanned stomach and chest. Jared's completely hairless and very slim. Not like, gross skinny where you can see ribs and shit. Just no fat but doesn't really have any toned muscle underneath it. A flat stomach like you'd expect to find on a hot chick.
Pulling the shirt over his head his long hair flutters around a bit before finally falling back down against his face and down his back. Moving his thumbs into the waistband of his leggings he looks directly at me, biting his bottom lip as he does a sexy sway, his leggings slowly being lowered down his legs, revealing the band of his thong and the beginnings of his tanned thighs.
I'm just sitting here, motionless, mouth open, taking in all I can of this sexy striptease. Not knowing what to think, not able to put together any thoughts that make sense. As he pushes his leggings down further he bends over with them, his face getting very close to my still raging cock, but his eyes never leave mine, intently staring me down, a look I've never seen in a guy's eyes before.
Jared seems to be pretty flexible as he's able to pretty much push his leggings fully down his legs. Looking over his head I can just see the twin mounds of his ass, the thin thong disappearing between them. Reminds me of the picture.
Jared's leggings now down around his ankles he slowly straightens back up, his hands moving in front of his crotch, stopping me from getting a view of his thong covered cock. Still locked with my eyes he somehow manages to elegantly toe off his leggings. First releasing his right leg, lifting it high, bent at the knee before putting it back down and doing the same with the left. For some reason this makes my cock give another twitch, the looseness of my trakkies and boxers obviously not able to hide it as Jared gives it a quick look, returning to my eyes with a bigger smile.
Kicking his leggings away, Jared slowly turns around, giving me a view of his hair falling down his tanned back and his perfectly framed ass cheeks. Looking over his shoulder at me, he hooks his thumbs into his thong and starts the journey back down his legs. This time I get the perfect view from behind. The thong slowly being removed reveals the crack of his ass. As he bends over the cheeks part and finally reveal his hole. Completely hairless, in fact, I've not noticed hair anywhere, not even his legs. Does he shave? His hole looks so small, puckered, inviting. As Jared bends further over, touching the floor with the thong, his hole slightly opens. My dick gives out several strong twitches. A weird, strangled, gargling moan escapes my open mouth. Fuck, am I going to cum just looking at his hole? I dig my fingers into the couch cushions, trying to gain some sort of control.
Straightening up his hole goes back into hiding between his golden tanned ass cheeks. My dick settles down a bit. Jared turns around to face me, this time giving me a view of his hard cock, his foreskin fully pulled back with a drop of pre-cum making it's way to the floor from his purple head. To my surprise, his cock has a downward curve as well. Though, while mine curves gently, Jared's is straight but then takes a sudden curve down. I also look bigger than him. Not sure how long mine actually is, because of the curve you can't really take an accurate reading with a ruler. Need a tape measure but I ain't got one. I know it's over 7 inches though.
Stepping out of his thong, Jared takes a step towards me and lowers himself to his knees between my legs, hands placed on my knees gently pull them apart, giving him better access to my twitching cock. Still looking into my eyes he moves his hands up my thighs, reaching my trakkie covered cock. He moves both his thumbs under the shaft and touches my cock through the material, I give a gasping moan as the feeling courses through my cock into my balls. His thumbs move up my shaft and pushes my cock against his hands resting on my stomach. All I can do is pant as the feelings surge through me. The wet spot at the head of my cock is so obvious, dark and fucking huge! Like, not even joking, it's the size of a cup. Man, my boxers must be soaked!
Jared finally stops looking at me, now looking at my raging boner through my trakkies. Jared's left-hand stops moving, just holds my cock up as his right thumb and ring finger takes a gentle grip of my shaft through my trousers. Continuing to slide up my cock, his fingers meet the dark patch, causing the sticky wetness to be pressed against the head of my cock. My pants turn to moans as the pressure and electricity build to blissful pleasure.
"Wait, no, stop!" I finally manage to speak for the first time since before the kiss. I take hold of his hands, stopping him from moving anymore.
"What's wrong?" Jared's face is panicked, looking at me as if I'd been screaming in pain.
"No, it's okay, just, I'm seriously about to blow. Can't walk home with a massive cum stain in my trakkies." I manage to smile down at Jared, hoping to get one in return.
Moving back on his heels, hands now away from my crutch, Jared smiles back at me.
"Well, we can't have you going home in cum soaked trousers. The pre-cum looks bad enough. Maybe we should have taken them off before we started." Jared's smile widens as he looks from my pre-cum stained trakkies to my face. I can't help but to also smile wider.
"Looks like you really need to shoot. How about we take these down?"
Jared's hands move from his legs where they had been resting and take hold of the waste of both my trakkies and boxers. Moving from the hip to the front he pulls them up, making sure they can be removed without brushing against my sensitive cock head. Pushing up from the couch, I raise my hips so Jared can get my trakkies over my ass, and down my legs to pool around my ankles. Now free, my cock stands out from my body, twitching in the cold air.
"So, where would you like to cum?" Jared looks up at me.
"What do you mean?" I look down at Jared confused.
"Where do you want to shoot? On yourself? On me?" Jared's eyes light up when he says `on me' so it's obvious where he wants it.
Looking down at his face I know where I want it.
"Your face." I know, stereotypical porno answer, but at this moment I can't think of anything hotter.
With a smile, Jared rests his left hand on my right knee, while his right-hand reaches for my cock. Circling around my shaft just below the head, I can't help but give a little gasp. God his hand feels so good on my cock. Too good. I feel my balls rise even closer to my body and the pressure building. Body tingling everywhere, my face feeling hot and flushed.
"Oh God, going to cum! Going to cum!" every muscle in my body starts to tense, trying to hold it back.
"Quick, stand up." Not thinking, I just follow Jared's command.
Pushing up from the sofa, I get to my feet. Jared's thumb slightly moves against the underside of my cock head, the precum letting it slide over with ease. The jolt of pleasure makes my whole body twitch and pushes me over the edge. Everything that's been building from the moment I saw that pic of Jared's ass was travelling up my cock, ready to explode over his face.
Looking down I see the first shot hit Jared directly on the nose, the feeling of release was amazing, the sight of my sperm covering Jared's face made it all the better. My whole body shakes and I let out a high pitched grunt as my second shot hits Jared in his left cheek. I let out a throaty grunt as my third shot hits Jared in the forehead, the other two shots have now started dripping down his face. Noticing that forces out the fourth shot directly on his lips as I let out a gasp of pleasure, my legs feeling weak, the effort of standing becoming too much.
I fall back on the couch, my cock now just dribbling out cum as Jared slowly massages my shaft. My cock flexes out another big drop as I look at Jared's cum covered face, his left eye closed as cum covers it. My cum covers his smile as his tongue comes out and licks up as much as it can. This sight should disgust me but it's just making my cock flex and twitch more.
Still holding my cock, Jared leans forward, ever so gently putting his soft, warm lips to my piss slit, sucking up the remaining cum that hasn't' dropped onto his couch. If my balls hadn't given all they had with the last shot I'm sure they would have started firing all over again. The feel of his lips on my cock head sends shivers through me, causing my balls to lurch one last time before falling back down. Completely spent.
Jared lets go of my cock and sits back on his heels. Waiting for what my response will be. Still panting the situation hit me like my mate Dan's fist. I just let a guy make me cum. He didn't even have to work for it, I shot off at the simplest of touches on my cock! Fuck, I need to get out of her!
"Um, thanks, I'd, uh, better go." Trying to pull my trakkies and boxers up without seeming like I was in a hurry is awkward. I'm sure my cheeks are red with embarrassment and flush from coming. A double blush!
"Hey, anytime. Just give me a message if you ever want to come back." Jared moves back and stands up as I get my cock completely covered and stand up with him.
Looking down the dark patch is well noticeable and I've even managed to get a couple of bits of cum on them. Fuck it. I'll just have to go through the back allies. Hope no one sees. Peering back up at Jared's cum covered face, he's still smiling. He bends over and picks up his thong and hands them to me.
"Here, a memento of your first time with a guy." Jared's smile broadens as I just hold onto the black undies.
"I'll show you out." Still, with my cum on his face, I watch his perfect buns disappear behind the door frame.
I quickly take a sniff of the precum stained thong - coconut with a tinge of something muskier - before shoving them into my pocket and following Jared out the door. Standing by the front door, a smile and my cum still on his face, his cock still hard and bobbing. Shit, should I have offered to do something for him? No, don't be stupid.
As I get closer, Jared opens the door, making sure to stay behind it so no one can see him. I squeeze past, his coconut scent not as noticeable, now replaced by a more earthy, natural, sexual smell.
Giving a quick bye' and thanks' I walk back along the path, head down, hoping no one sees me. From behind, I hear Jared say `Hope to see you again,' followed by his sweet giggle.
Halfway home, through the back allies, I start to feel bad. I mean, the guy was so nice to me and I just left him high and dry. Maybe I should message him? Say sorry or something. Make sure he don't think I'm a complete asshole.
I take out my phone and load up Grindr. Ignoring the new messages I go to Jared's chat.
`Hey mate sorry bout running out on you just got awakward and i didnt know what else to do.' Why am I pouring my heart out to the guy? Why do I want him to not hate me? I got a message back pretty quickly.
`Heh, no worries, I understand it was a pretty new experience. Just hope you enjoyed it as much as I did ;)' this message was quickly followed by a pic of Jared's body, laying down on a bed, cum covering his chest and stomach. Looks like a massive load.
`Didn't take me long to cum either, you're so hot, hope we get to meet again.' Is he saying that to make me feel less bad about cumming so quickly?
`yeah ill let you know mate.' I can't say for sure I'll be back. I mean, yeah, I enjoyed it but, I'm not gay.
Another pic flashed up on the chat. This one a pic of Jared's face, still covered in my cum. Fuck, did he wank while still wearing my sperms?
Look, I'm not gay, but that's hot!
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