I Ain't Gay 2
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All events are fiction. All characters are a figment of imagination.
Well, that was a fucking disaster!
I admit; meeting Jared gave me a huge confidence boost! I don't think I've ever felt as good about myself as I did leaving his place. I mean, I ain't gay or anything, even if I did let a queer touch me up. Sure I felt a bit embarrassed by it, but, I can't deny having someone, finally, finding me attractive made me feel good about myself.
So, two days after meeting him, when my mates asked if I wanted to go to the local, I was all up for it. With newfound confidence I put on my nicest navy blue trakkies, white Nike's and sprayed some David Beckham deodorant on; totally ready to get lucky with a chick.
Don't know if it was the confidence or the sharp look, but it totally worked. This chick, Ellie, totally hit it off with me. We sat and chatted, she started feeling me up a bit, I copped a feel of tit through her hoodie. I mean, I admit, she isn't really my type. She's taller than me and quite chubby, but a chicks a chick right? I mean, sure my dick wasn't really responding to her feeling me up, but I've no doubt if I'd seen her naked it would totally have been hard!
Well, I needed a piss, right, so I goes to the loos. Come out and what do I see? Fucking Scott's moved in while I was gone. Not left two minutes and there he was, eating face with the girl I'd been putting the moves on. Good-bye, confidence.
It was obvious I was getting on with her, so I got the piss ripped out of me by my mates. Scott nor Ellie looked up from their make out to notice I'd returned. Five minutes later they left together - obviously to go shag. I toughed out the laughter through another pint but left half an hour later. Totally deflated, feeling like shit. I mean, I know I didn't really fancy her, and my mate, Darren, was right when he said Scott took a bullet for me. Bitch is totally a slag. But still, mates aren't supposed to do that to mates. Plus, could have finally fucked a girl! Slag or no slag.
So, here I am, aimlessly walking the streets. Alone. Pissed off. Once again wondering what's wrong with me. I don't want to go home yet, mum won't make anything of it, but I'd just feel even more depressed sitting in my tiny room. Bored; all by myself.
Checking my phone, the now-familiar Grindr icon shows on the notification bar. I've been messaging Jared on and off since Monday. I ain't gay but thought it would be pretty shitty of me to just stop all contact with him after everything that happened. Most of the messages have just been getting to know each other; what we like, what we watch, shit like that. However, he did send a few saucy pics of his hot naked ass last night. I sent him one back of the hard bulge in my trakkies. I was tempted to go further but couldn't go through with it. I mean, I ain't gay, right? Sure, I wanked off to the pics, but he's got a hot ass, anyone would have done the same!
Opening Grindr, I read the message: Having fun?' I'd told him I was going to the pub tonight. naw mate fucking shit', since meeting Jared I've found him real easy to talk to. Like, I'm able to tell him things I wouldn't dare even think about saying to my mates. Aw, really? How come?' He seems actually concerned. Why it's so easy to talk to him; he seems to care! mates just being pricks is all', I don't want to tell him about the chick. Kind of feels like I'd be mugging him off somehow, you know? Like, I was just using him for sex, while actually wanting to bone chicks. Which isn't wrong, just don't want to make him feel like shit. They don't sound much like mates. What you up to now?' I suppose he isn't wrong. They're more mates out of necessity, you know? Like, I fell into the group because the alternative was endless bullying. I mean, there's still bullying, just not physical. Plus, some of them are alright - like Darren. nothing just wondering about dont want to go home yet', I hate the flats, to be honest. Filthy and always someone shouting and screaming. `Why don't you come round here? We can chill together.' He says chill, but I'm sure he'd like more. To be honest I'd like something more.
Looking up from my phone I notice I'm not actually far from Jared's place. Not that I was going there, it's just his place is on the way into town. Probably where I was headed.
im like 5 minutes away that okay' Perfect. See you in a bit.' My cock gives a slight twitch in my boxers. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I walk slightly faster, no longer wanting to be out on the street, alone.
Reaching his place in closer to two minutes then five; I don't hesitate this time as I walk up his path and gently knock on the door. I'm suddenly nervous as I wait for him to answer. Am I really here hoping for sex again? I mean, he said to just chill, so maybe we'll just sit and chat, but the fact there's a part of me that's really hoping not is pretty scary. The fact I'm nervous he doesn't want to get sexual with me is even scarier.
Light appearing from the small window on the door distracts me from my thoughts. I can hear the quick padding of feet getting closer on the other side. The sound of locks follows as the door swings open, spilling light out into the dark street. Even brighter than the light is the smile beaming from Jared's cute face. He's dressed in a v neck, white t-shirt and loose-fitting pink PJ pants with hearts and teddy bears on.
"Hey, Dean. You alright?" His soft, smooth voice chases away the memory of the pub. "Eh, I'm all right." I shrug as I give a goofy grin, moving my eyes down to his bare feet. "Come on, bring your sweet self in." Jared takes my right hand in his and leads me through the open door, closing it behind me.
Letting go of his hand I turn to face him, wanting to reach out and touch him, kiss his soft lips, but the fear of what that could mean stops me. Instead, I just stare at him, the goofy grin still plastered over my face. "Shall we go get comfy?" Jared's voice is barely above a whisper, smooth and seductive. His smile is wide as he looks up at me.
Moving past me he makes his way to the sitting room. The smell of coconut isn't as strong as last time, however, it's still noticeable. Watching his firm ass wiggle as he walks, I don't notice the tell-tale signs of him wearing a thong. I admit; I'm slightly disappointed. However, that quickly fades as Jared turns to his left, entering the sitting room with a seductive look and beckoning finger.
Quickly swallowing the build-up of saliva in my mouth, I make my way to the doorless entranceway. First noticing the TV on the far wall, the actors paused on the screen. I look to my left at Jared sitting on the sofa. His back against the far armrest, his legs bent up, resting on the couch cushions.
"Before you sit down, how about you get more comfortable? Take off your shoes and jacket." He's playing with his hair with his right hand while resting his left on his knee.
Taking off my navy blue jacket, revealing a plain, grey polo shirt underneath, I fold it and drop it on the right armrest of the sofa. Keeping my eyes on Jared I toe off my trainers and kick them under the rectangular coffee table sat in the middle of the room, out of the way.
I sit down in the same position I had before: on the right side, right arm resting on the right armrest, currently covered by my trakkie jacket.
"Hope you don't mind watching some Sabrina. Been really getting into it lately." He gives me a knowing smile as he picks up the remote and presses play. Suddenly, noise and motion erupt from the screen. My attention is drawn to the TV for a moment: Two women, a girl and some guy are stood around a kitchen arguing. We don't have Netflix at home, so I've no idea what this show is.
Movement to my left brings my attention back to Jared. I look over as he straightens his legs, resting his feet on my lap, crossing them at the ankles. His feet are tanned like the rest of him, however not as strong compared to his upper body. Looking carefully I can see a slightly more faded arch crossing his feet just below his toes. An obvious sign of flip flops. Seems his tan is natural after all. Wonder where he's been. His feet have a weird elegance about them, high arched with long, hairless toes. I've never thought about feet before, they're just there really, but on Jared, they take on a strange sexiness. I've not seen a part of him I haven't liked and I've seen pretty much all I'm able to!
Jared's left heel rests against the inside of my thigh, his toes pointed at my body, slightly brushing my shirt whenever they wiggle. His legs lay across my crotch, pressing against the material of my trakkies, lightly touching my hardening cock.
I look over at Jared's face, but he's only paying attention to the TV. I've no real interest in the show, so I go back to checking out his feet. His toes occasionally flexing, twitching and wiggling seem somehow seductive. Like they're beckoning me to touch them.
Removing my left arm from under Jared's legs and my right from resting on the armrest, I take hold of his right foot between my thumb and fingers of both hands. The sole feels soft and springy, while the top is all hard bone. The contrast makes the sole feel even nicer to touch and massage.
Moving up to his toes with my right hand, my left moves down to his leg, pushing back the loose PJ's to reveal his tanned, hairless shin and calf. Rubbing my hand up them it's obvious they aren't smooth from shaving or waxing. It seems he's just naturally hairless. If he'd gone to my school he'd have gotten the shit beaten out of him for that alone.
One by one I smooth my fingers over the underside of his toes, each one pushing back, forcing a deeper massage. The way his toes feel and interact with my fingers as they interlace have me hornier than Ellie's tits had earlier in the evening. Probably because of the skin on skin contact, but I admit, I only touched them because
she moved my hand to them. I was only really flirting with her because I thought I could get laid. There really wasn't any actual attraction. I ain't gay, but I have to admit, with Jared I'm drawn to touching him. To be honest; not just touching.
Watching as Jared's toes caress the palm of my right hand, my mouth slightly opens. I use the saliva that's once again gathered in my mouth to wet my dry lips. Before I can question myself I move my right hand below his heel and gently lift his right foot towards my face. I get a slight whiff of feet. Not strong or disgusting, just natural. Obviously, whatever he uses to smell like coconuts doesn't make it this low.
I give the side of his big toe a tentative lick, just the tip of my rolled-up tongue making contact. To my surprise, it tastes of nothing! You hear so many stories about cheesy feet; I admit there was a part of me really hesitant. Now, however, it's a complete none issue. Going fully in, I raise his foot a little more towards me and put the whole of his big toe in my mouth. Having more skin on tongue contact I notice more of a taste this time, along with a stronger foot smell now that his toes are pretty much on my nose. Neither are unpleasant, in fact, I can feel my hard cock twitching against my pants, hitting his left foot that's still sat on my lap.
Licking the toe in my mouth I go back to massaging the sole of Jared's foot, once again feeling the silky skin, layered over the soft, spongy muscle. Wrapping my tongue around the big toe, feeling the contrast of skin and nail, I notice my left hand hit something. Looking to my left I noticed my hand has travelled fully up the right leg of Jared's PJ bottoms, the loose material now bunched up around his thigh, my hand disappearing inside. Squeezing my left hand I feel the solid thigh muscle under velvety skin, my fingers once again hitting something on releasing my grip.
Wiggling my index finger I stroke something spongy and damp. The sudden bobbing from inside Jared's PJ's makes it clear what I'm touching – Jared's cock head. Looking up to Jared's face his focus still hasn't changed. Looking seemingly uninterested, his cock tells a different story. Obviously hard and already wet with pre-cum. Maybe he thinks if he moves or says something he'll scare me off. Whatever the reason, I'm kind of enjoying having the chance to just explore his body.
Noticing my own lack of movement; Jared's toe in my mouth, tongue frozen on the underside - I worry he might think I've been turned off by touching his cock. Giving his toe a gentle suck I remove it from my mouth, giving a last lick as it leaves. I wonder how far he'll let me go without reacting. I wonder how far I'll go. I mean, I ain't gay but how often does someone get the chance to just explore their fantasies without fear of rejection? If stories from my mates is anything to go by it ain't something that happens. Fuck, if they're anything to go by there's no exploring, just a quick shag in various areas.
Putting his right foot back into my lap, I remove my left hand from inside his PJ's. I see Jared's head move out of the corner of my eye. Is he worried I'm about to run? Quickly making my mind up on what I want to do next I reach for the waistband of my trakkies. Slightly lifting off the couch I push my trakkies and boxers down to mid-thigh. Jared lifts his feet enough to let them pass, his head moving back to watch the TV. My cock's so hard it's standing out from my body, the foreskin fully pulled back, the head glistening with pre-cum. Moving his feet back to my lap his left foot cradles the curve of my cock while his right leans against the top my shaft.
Taking each foot in my hands, I move them so his toes are against my shaft instead of his soles. This causes my cock to be pushed back, Jared's right foot resting against my polo covered stomach. Seemingly understanding what I want; he starts to flex his slender toes. I let out a quiet moan as Jared plays a tune on my cock. With his feet still in my hands, I move them up my shaft, letting his toes play on the head of my cock. I moan louder as the beat causes tiny waves of pleasure to move through my cock to my balls. I'm mesmerised by the contrast of my wet, purple head being manipulated by Jared's pale, tanned toes. The inconsistent contact with my cock seems to be almost teasing; my cock demanding more pressure but at the same time loving the pleasure.
As a big glob of pre-cum runs down the back Jared's toes, I notice my balls start to move up and the tingling sensation from my cock getting more intense. Moving his left foot away, my cock gives a few strong jerks before moving away from the still flexing toes of Jared's right foot. Breathing hard, I try to calm myself down. Be pretty fuckin' weak if I shoot my load super quick again. Maybe I need to train myself to last longer.
Looking at the sole of Jared's left foot, it has a thin layer of my pre cum covering the toes, some running down a bit. Lifting it up to my face I swipe my tongue across the trail. A bit salty, but not disgusting.
Moving both his feet to rest on my thighs I remove my polo shirt, revealing my pale, skinny body. Well, not overly skinny. Have a bit of definition in my pecs and if I flex really hard can even make out some abs. Throwing the shirt over the arm, I make sure my hairs not totally messed.
Looking back up Jared's hairless, tanned leg to the twitching bulge, I know exactly what I want. Moving his feet onto the couch, I stand up, letting my trakkies and boxers fall to my feet. Stepping out of them I look down at my own sock covered feet. I've never considered my own feet before. However, now, it somehow seems stupid to leave my socks on. Bending over I quickly remove them, leaving me standing completely naked in someone else's sitting room. Never even been naked in my own living room.
Looking over to Jared our eyes meet for a moment before he smiles at me and looks away again. Whether this was his original plan or not, it's been effective in giving me the confidence to explore. Had he asked me, "What you want to do?", I'd probably have just shrugged and let him take the lead again. It's almost like he knows exactly what I need.
Kneeling my left leg on the couch, I keep my right foot on the floor. Reaching over his bent knees, my hands move towards the waistband of his PJ bottoms. Getting my fingers inside, I move them around towards the back and start to pull them over his ass. My bent fingers feel his silky skin as the waistband is dragged between his cheeks and the couch cushion. Moving my hands back to the front I pull the PJ's down over his cock. It's at this point I realise why I wasn't able to see the impression of a thong. Not only isn't he wearing a thong but he's not wearing any underwear at all. My cock gives a twitch as I realise Jared going commando's a turn on.
Watching Jared's cock twitching in front of me I completely remove the bottoms, throwing them on the floor. His lower half now naked, I spread his legs, putting them either side of me. The mere contact of his right leg against the naked skin of my own is sending chills through my body. The air on my nipples have made them hard. Being naked I'm so much more aware of how everything feels around me. I could get used to this.
With no room on the couch, his left leg ends up dangling over the side. With his legs apart his cock's completely exposed to me. I just watch as every time it twitches a small amount of pre-jizz flicks up, landing on his hairless stomach along with his cock.
Unable to watch anymore; I move my right leg so I'm fully kneeling on the couch and reach for his cock. Taking it just under the head between the thumb and forefingers of my right hand, I lift it off his stomach slightly. I can feel it jerking and pulsing, threatening to get away from me.
Looking up at Jared he's no longer watching the TV. His eyes are fixed on his cock between my fingers, a look of pleading in them. Wrapping the rest of my fingers around his shaft I'm slightly shocked how similar to my own it feels. The soft, spongy hardness of a dick. Not sure what I was expecting, but for some reason I find the familiarity to be encouraging.
I shuffle closer to Jared and his cock, still on my knees between his legs. Jared's dick seems to be the perfect fit for my hand. I have his whole shaft in my grasp, the only part visible being the head. Using his foreskin and pre-cum I move my fist over the purple, wet bellend. I hear a sharp intake of breath from above me, but I'm too captivated by the sight of my hand wanking another dudes cock to really pay it much attention.
Moving my hand back down to the shaft the head is once again revealed to me, free of any foreskin, just a thin layer of pre-cum. Moving my thumb I use the slickness to rub over the obviously sensitive gland. Jared grunts and his whole body jerks as my thumb roams over his piss slit. Unlike my own, his pee hole is almost invisible. Mine almost has its own set of lips around the entrance. The slit is longer as well. The only real way to tell it's even there on Jared is the fact it's a different colour to the rest of the head.
Moving my hand back up the shaft his foreskin covers his head, bunching up as I go as far as I can, stroking my way back down the shaft, revealing his head once more. I go in a steady, slow motion, captivated by Jared's beautiful cock. I'm only just aware of a continual sound above me, grunts and moans of appreciation for my slow handjob.
The jerking possibly too slow; Jared starts giving small thrusts into my fist. I know exactly what he wants, however, there's something extremely powerful and erotic about being able to control someone's pleasure.
Jared's cock is now giving out pre-cum almost continuously, completely covering my thumb that's been stroking the underside of his cock. Without
warning I drop his cock, letting it fall back on his stomach and stick my thumb in my mouth. Fuck, his pre-cum actually tastes sweet. So much nicer than my own.
A strange moan comes from Jared. Looking to his face, he has the horniest look in his eyes. Keeping eye contact; I take his cock back into my right hand I hold it up by the base. Leaning down I take a swipe at his cock head with my tongue. As the sweetness once again assaults my tongue, Jared makes the same, strange moaning sound as before. His cock twitching and hips giving small thrusts – I think he likes it.
I can feel the smile spread across my face as I bend over, this time placing just the tip of his cock between my lips, swiping over his piss slit with my tongue as I suck just a little. I taste a new surge of pre-cum, wiping it away as quickly as it dribbles out.
With my free hand, I extend my middle finger to make contact with his puckered hole. The skin twitches at my contact; apparently surprised at the sudden touch. It quickly relaxes, pushing out, meeting my finger, giving it a kiss. Feeling the wrinkled entrance; I so desperately want to insert my finger inside, experience what it's like to have a part of me inside someone. Not wanting to hurt him, I slowly put the tip of my middle finger just past the outer ring of muscle, the inner ring feeling warmer and smoother.
Suddenly, Jared's hands grasp either side of my head, putting gentle pressure on me to come away from his cock. Definitely, I stay, adding a bit more of his cock into my mouth, allowing my tongue to explore more of his wet head. His pre-cum now coming out at a decent rate, automatically now being swallowed down my throat.
"Dean, I'm about to cum." There's a part of me that wants to see if his cum tastes as sweet as his pre-cum. "I can't hold it. I'm cumming, Dean!" However, there's a larger part of me that can't face the implications of what allowing a guy to shoot in my mouth.
Quickly pulling back out, releasing his cock from my lips; sitting back on my left heel, I quickly start pumping Jared's cock. Within two strokes, Jared's body tensed, his head flying back onto the armrest, his cock pushed further towards me as four shots of cum fly high into the air, landing back down on his stomach, crotch, legs and couch. Jared's body goes limp as a small river of cum flows over my now static hand.
Looking down at the cum covered fist; the urge to taste it returns. Quickly dropping his cock, I reach for my own, spreading his jizz all over myself, mixing with the pre-cum covering my shaft and dripping head. Touching my cock makes me very aware of how close to cumming I am.
Quickly getting up off the sofa, cock in hand, I move to Jared's face. The movement causes Jared's eyes to open, his head moving to the left to look my dick straight in its eye. Jared knocks my furiously wanking hand away from my cock, grabbing the shaft himself and putting the head into his mouth.
The wet, warm, sucking mouth ignites a fire throughout my body. My body losing balance, I fall forward, bracing myself on the back of the sofa as my cock starts to unleash its load straight into Jared's mouth.
All I can manage is a moaning gargle, every nerve ending seemingly concentrated in my cock as my eyes roll back, my world going black for a moment. The only sensation being the immense tingling and twitching coming from my cock.
For a brief moment I feel nothing, my mind seemingly disconnected from my body. Floating in serenity.
My world returning to me I find myself sitting on the floor, my eyes looking into Jared's. I can feel the smile plastered on his face is similarly matched by my own. Without thinking I use the last of my energy to lean in, placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. Only able to hold myself up for a couple of seconds, I break the kiss to slump onto the floor. Completely exhausted. Completely satisfied. The only sound being the heavy panting of our breaths. At some point, Jared must have turned off the TV.
"Got to admit; I'm kind of glad your friends are assholes." We both burst out laughing. Only stopping to catch our breaths.
Laying on Jared's living room floor, eyes closed – fighting laughter to try and catch my breath – I have to admit, I've never felt so good. I mean, I ain't gay or anything, but this has been the best night of my life.
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