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I Am Straight, Buddy By Simon Peter
"Hey, man," Chris quickly moved back a step as I placed my shaking hand on the bulge of his towel. He had just got out of the shower and his bulge was so inviting that I couldn't control myself.
"Whoa, Pete, man, what the fuck?"
There was surprise in his voice, perhaps disgust? But no, I felt that there might have been some excitement, some trembling.
We had been roommates in college dorms since the beginning of the semester, around three weeks ago. The moment I laid eyes on Chris, I was in love. But it was also torture, stealing glances at his killer body as he undressed for bed, or wet and toweled out of the shower, or fast asleep on his back, uncovered, in his briefs, bulged. Many a night, I would wake up with a boner and watch Chris and jerk off. Many a night I would be tempted to climb into bed with him and kiss him and suck him and ride on his cock. But it had been all fantasy until today.
Irresistible. Chris looked so hot that it took my mind away; it removed all my inhibitions. My mind was swamped with one thought, with one desire, with one lust. Totally blind to everything else, I had to have Chris. Fuck the consequences.
Without losing eye contact, I once again reached and touched his crotch.
"Pete, come on buddy," his voice was turning husky, and I could feel the beginning of an erection.
"You can't do this to me, man," but this time Chris did not move back. Instead he put up both hands behind his head, crossed his fingers, and held the back of his head, arching his back, showing his deliciously hairy armpits.
I watched his flat stomach muscles ripple, his cock already halfway to erection. I was still gazing at his eyes, and I saw the horniness. I had never seen him totally naked and I had no idea what kind of equipment he sported, only that his bulge had always been very inviting.
I slowly rubbed his cock through the towel, never breaking my gaze. I watched him close his eyes and open his mouth, taking in deep breaths, as his cock hardened. I was in boxers and my own erection had already tented the material, poking straight forward. Never letting go of his crotch, I inched closer so that my erection touched his thigh.
Chris opened his eyes. There was a look of total desire, mixed with fear and confusion.
"I'm straight, Pete," his voice came out in a whisper. "Pete, come on, man, fuck, oh my God."
In spite of Chris's protestations, his hard dick was telling a different story. With my other hand, I pulled the towel down and almost fainted at the beauty in front of me. I immediately fisted Chris's 8-inch cut and mushroomed manhood, throbbing and starting to leak. I pressed my crotch on his thigh, my erection poking him. I was in heaven.
"Fuck, oh man, yes, fuck, Pete, oh man."
Chris thrust his pelvis outward to me, inviting me to his hardness. I was over my hesitation, finally, over my inhibitions. Chris's body language was telling me that he wanted this, and the fact that he kept protesting made me braver. I leaned and kissed the side of his neck, tentatively, further testing his willingness. His cock jumped in my hand in reaction to the touch of my wet lips on his skin.
Chris kept his eyes closed as I moved my lips towards his and covered his mouth. He resisted, but I persisted. Now that I had come so far, now that there was no going back, I was adamant. I wanted Chris like I had never wanted any man before. As I pressed my lips against his, I pushed my tongue out, forcing his mouth to open. The initial hesitation was gone and Chris responded.
Chris's moans came out deep and loud and throaty. I felt his body shiver against mine. My cock was already out of the fly of my boxers and I was humping his naked, hairy thigh as I kissed him and stroked his cock.
"Pete, Pete, oh fuck, Pete, yea man, feels good, Jesus, shit yes," Chris rambled, his body shaking with desire as our kiss broke. "But, God, man, I am fucking straight! What the fuck are you doing to me? Oh, fuck, yea, man."
I guided us towards the bed and gently pushed Chris down and climbed on top of him, full body contact. I felt his hands wrap around my neck as I parted his lips with my tongue and tasted him again.
Our cocks were pressed on each other. I grinded on him. His hands went down my back, cupping my butt cheeks. Straight my ass!
"Chris," I whispered into his mouth between kisses and slurps. "I wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Man, you are so hot, so right for me." I pressed harder on him and he responded by thrusting up into me, too.
"Pete, man, we can't be doing this," amazingly he kept on protesting even though his whole body was screaming for more.
"We can and we are, Chris," I mumbled, moving my lips down his neck, licking and nibbling on his nipples, down the thin trail, down, oh, down, to his cock.
As soon as my lips wrapped around the mushroom knob, Christ bucked and almost screamed.
"Fuck, Pete, yessss, please buddy. Oh, shit, fuck. Oh, man. Suck it, Pete. Fuck! Suck my fucking cock!"
Chris placed his hands on my head now, pressing down. I started to swallow. Halfway down the long shaft I pulled back to the head. The cock was too big for me to take in all its entirety at one go. I knew I had to ease my way down to the base. With every swallow, I took a half inch more. My throat was burning, but I was determined to reach the base. Chris was in ecstasy. I had him. Right where I wanted him: under me, naked, hard, and in my mouth. My head was dizzy, not only with the beautiful erection probing into my throat, but the fact that this was Chris's erection.
Finally, my lips reached the thick base, my lips feeling the wiry, still wet pubic hair. My nose was already clogged with snot and I was finding it difficult to breathe, but I couldn't let go of this fantastic rod as it pushed through my throat. I pursed my lips tightly and worked my throat muscle around the head, my tongue running up and down the shaft. The scent of his maleness was mixed with that of soap. Even through my snotting and slobbering, I reveled in the masculinity of my buddy.
Chris shuddered and shot his load. Jesus! One gulp down the shaft to the base, and I was able to get this hunk of a guy off. I swallowed, gagged, and pulled back. The next spurt hit me right in the face.
The following three or four squirts I was able to take into my mouth as I encircled his pulsating cock head with my wet lips, tasting his saltiness.
I slumped next to Chris. He still had his eyes screwed shut, his stomach trying to settle after the intense ejaculation, my hand still on his cock, now semi-hard. I kissed him lightly on the lips, swapping some of his juice onto his mouth.
"That was... that was... oh, fuck, Pete, that was... fuck I don't know. I can't describe. Oh Wow!" Chris stammered. He licked his lips, tasting his own cum.
"Fuck! Pete. I'm eating my own jizz. Oh fuck. What was this? Shit, of man, that was so fucking great."
Chris's cock was throbbing in my hand, slick with spit and cum, and I stroked him gently. "Intense, man, super intense. I have never cummed so hard so fast. Jeez, Pete, that was really awesome." Chris was smiling. Thank God. I had him.
"I thought you were straight," I teased.
"I am," he protested, again, raising himself on one elbow. But his eyes said different. His lips glistened with cum. He was beautiful.
"Yea, yea, sure you are." I squeezed his dick, slipping my other hand between his thighs and under his balls, into his crack. He tried to push my hand away, but I felt the squeezing of his butt cheeks, trapping my hand. I kissed him, rubbing up and down his crack. Slowly he spread his legs and I had a freer space for my anal ministrations. His cock instantly came back to life. Full erection less than a couple of minutes after ejaculation.
"But... Come on, Pete. You know I love to fuck chicks. Jesus! What would Jessy think if she saw me like this? God, Pete."
I smiled. "Chris," I countered, "you have just fed me your nuts. You have just fucked my face. You have sucked on my tongue hungrily. And I'm no chick, if you haven't noticed. Do I look like Jessy? Do I feel like Jessy? Do I kiss like Jessy? Do I suck cock like Jessy?" I knew I might have gone a bit too far, but I had to rid Chris of his inhibitions. I had to make him comfortable with me.
"Man," he closed his eyes confusedly. " No chick has ever, I mean never, sucked me like this. Not Jessy, not any before her. I never thought ..."
"You never thought you'd be feeding a guy your dick?"
"No, no, it's not like that. I never thought my ejaculation would be so quick and so intense. This was a first for me."
"I take it as a compliment, then," I said, as I ran my hand over his flat, ribbed chest and stomach. I licked one of his nipples, now quite hard under my tongue.
I was so excited that I was dying to make love to my man. Yes, now Chris became my man. Holding onto the now fully-hard and throbbing cock, I rose and straddled myself on top of him, finding my hole with his cock head, rubbing the residue of cum and spit round, and pushing down.
"Whoa, Pete," Chris's eyes went wide open. "What the fuck? I mean, sucking my dick is one thing, but this? This is fag stuff."
That hurt.
I slapped his face, squatting inches above his glistening cock head. His eyes went wider. Suddenly he grabbed by the hips with both hands and pushed me down onto his rod.
Chris rammed into me. I released the cock shaft and placed both hands on his chest, feeling the heat of his cock as it went deeper inside me, pushing my bowels up into my body. Searing pain. Pain as at no other time a man's cock penetrated my ass. I felt like I was going to pass out. Chris's eyes were open wide and I couldn't fathom the look. He thrust up into me with a vengeance, his fingernails digging into my ass cheeks. He grunted and bucked with each thrust. Maybe he was hurt at being slapped, or maybe angry, or could it have been pure lust, I never knew. I figured he could have been angry at himself for enjoying such "gay stuff." But I could tell that he enjoyed it, immensely.
The pounding didn't last too long. Gradually, the aggressive expression on Chris's face changed to that of extreme pleasure. The hard thrusts in and out of my ass slowed to easy sliding through my fuck tunnel.
I settled down on my lover's crotch, my balls resting in his pubic hair, my own cock angled upwards, dripping, his huge rod impaling me. Chris gazed at me. How beautiful the expression on his face was.
Still not moving my ass, I bent and reached for his lips. We kissed. I felt his hands move under my cheeks, lifting me. Chris wanted to fuck! Not take vengeance: Fuck.
And fuck he did. I met his thrusts with equal, if not more lust. We moved in synch.
My ass burned like hell. The pain was excruciating. I felt that I was being split in two. In spite of the intense pain, I felt glued to him. A certain force kept me on his monster cock. He plowed up into me. I grabbed his chest muscles and squeezed and pushed down on the throbbing cock.
Stab after stab of unbelievable hard manhood ran through me, into me, deep, unrelenting. I could hear my breathing getting shallower. Breathing? I forgot to breathe ages ago, right when he grabbed my butt and forced his cock inside me.
I felt as if Chris's cock was pushing up into my stomach. Looking down at my own bobbing cock and balls, I was astonished to see that there was a stream of cum seeping out of my cock slit. I hadn't felt that I was cumming. My cock kept its upward angle. I touched myself. I was rock hard. It couldn't have been my ejaculation. I had never been fucked like this, with such a big tool, true, but I never considered that I would remain erected in spite of the pain, in spite of the streaming juice down my cock shaft and onto my balls.
Without warning, Chris flipped me onto the bed, without losing contact, and rode me on my back, spreading my legs, plowing harder into me now that his body was free from my weight. His fingers dug into my thighs. With every thrust, I felt that the cock length was endless, that Chris would keep on diving into me until his cock pierced through my body and emerged outside my mouth through my throat. Drops of sweat landed on my neck and chest as Chris fucked me, sweating. I could even hear the slapping of his balls onto my butt, the sucking sound of his cock withdrawing then plowing back in.
With a loud grunt, Christ froze on top of me, his eyes almost popping from his face, his neck muscles taught like guitar strings, his mouth wide open, his cock deep and hard and if possible thicker. He exploded inside me. With every spurt, his grunting grew louder, his cock grew thicker. I didn't actually feel the cum hitting my insides for he was too deep. I reached for my dick: two strokes and I shot my load, hitting his chest and dripping onto mine. I knew that my hole was squeezing on the base of his still-cumming cock. He almost screamed with the last of his spurts milked out of his balls by my contracting and squeezing hole.
Chris slumped on top of me, his sweaty chest on mine, his lips gratefully kissing my face, breathing hard.
"Oh, man, fuck, Pete, oh man, what a fuck!" he mumbled between the kissing and the licking and the nibbling. He was still inside me. I could feel him flexing. Who could not feel this huge cock buried in his ass? He flexed and kissed and licked.
"Chris," I managed to mumble. "Baby, thanks, buddy."
I felt very grateful, too: my buddy, whom I have hungered for, had finally come to me, had finally fucked me, had finally emptied his love juices inside me. I felt his warm jizz trickle out of my ass, dripping onto my balls and the sheets under me. Chris slowly humped me. Unbelievingly, his cock hardened.
"Pete, oh man, I want to fuck you forever, baby. I can't stop," he moaned.
I held onto his butt cheeks with both hands, fingers pressing the firm muscles, feeling them ripple.
Chris resumed his fucking: slow and deep. This was different. He was smothering me with kisses, whispering all kinds of love-shit in my ear.
"I love you, Pete," he mumbled; I couldn't believe my ears. "Baby, I so love you. Pete, I want you, need you, always. Pete, I want your ass, to fuck you, like this, day and night. Baby, oh my God, fucking love you, baby," and on and on until he exploded a second time, sweetly, softly, as if I had been fucked by another person.
We finally broke. He slid out of me and I felt empty. My insides were empty. My whole body shivered at the emptiness. Now Chris-and I knew that for a fact-was going to get up, shower, and never look me in the eye again. Our friendship was gone. My nights of glorying over his almost naked body in sleep were gone. Guys, especially those who professed being straight and were proven to be gayer than gay, tended to become incriminating and disgusted as soon as they emptied their balls inside you.
Tears came to my eyes, uncontrollably. They rolled down my cheeks. I found it hard to stifle the sobs that were building in my chest. I tried hard not to cry, but the tears just sprang out. I couldn't stand the thought of losing Chris.
Chris was lying on his back next to me, his chest heaving, slowing down. He didn't get up and leave. He was still there, right next to me. As if in a dream, I felt his arm slide under my head. I nuzzled into his armpit, sweaty and sweet.
"I'm sorry, Pete," he whispered into my ear as he nibbled on the lobe. He put his hand on my sweaty chest, running it gently up and down, from my nipples down to just above my dick, then back up. "I didn't mean to hurt you, buddy." He wiped a tear off my face cheek gently with the tip of his thumb.
Oh, I thought, my God, Chris was thinking that the tears running down my face were those of pain from being fucked so hard. He didn't realize that this fuck would forever remain in my memory. I would treasure every second. My hole squeezed and I did feel the soreness, but now it was more of a tingling pleasure, tingling, more like asking for more. Should I let him carry on with the misconception, or should I tell him of my fears of his rejection after fucking me?
I decided to keep quiet, just enjoy the proximity of his body, the heat of his armpit, the smell, oh, man, the masculine scent of sweat, cum, and testosterone. I could have stayed like this forever.
"Pete? Man? You hurt?" There was pleading, and a little concern, in Chris's voice. He moved sideways, pressing himself against me, his soft but slimy crotch at my hip. I shivered.
I shook my head. I didn't dare to speak for fear of bursting into girlish sobs. I turned around to face him, my head resting on his arm muscle. I licked his nipple, inhaled his smell, rested my hand on his inner thigh, hairy and toned.
"Chris," I finally managed to say. "You have a mule cock, you know." I wasn't lying, but at the same time I wasn't actually confessing my inner feelings.
He snickered, the bastard. Playing with my hair, he said, "You started, Petey."
"You said you were straight though, but you never stopped me from playing with your cock." There was some accusation in my tone although deep down inside me I was ecstatic that he hadn't stopped me.
"I am straight, Pete, but now after this? I'm not so sure. I love you, man. This was not just a fuck session, not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. I love you. Pete? Did you hear me? I love you, you hot fuck."
My body filled. The emptiness was gone. I kissed his chest, worked my way up to his mouth. "Do you realize what this means, Chris?"
"What?" he smiled as I licked the corner of his mouth. "That I get to fuck you all day all night?"
I slapped his butt. "Nothing wrong with that, bitch," I smiled back playfully. "But also that you are gay."
"So?" he teased back. Where had all his protestations gone? "So I am gay. So I get to fuck your sweet, tight ass. So be it. You happy? You wanted to make me gay and you did, you little bastard."
"Faggot," I snickered.
We both laughed and kissed. We were both hard. Our cocks were rubbing on each other. We went at it slowly. There was no more rush, nothing to prove or disprove. Now came the real act of love. He took me sideways, lifting one of my legs up. My hole was sore, but I took him in anyway. His fucking alternated from long and slow to hard and deep. He fondled my nipples, stroked my dick, licked my neck. We made love. With my face turned away from him, I cried again. Different tears.
Chris and I stayed in bed throughout the night, loving each other. Later that night, I mounted him and introduced him to the real gay sex: a hard cock up his ass. I wasn't as big as him, but I filled him nicely.
His virgin ass took me with difficulty at first, but with the initial guilt of hard-fucking me the first time, Chris was patient and was able to take me inside him.
As much as I loved fucking Chris that first night, our relationship turned into him topping me most of the time. I gave in to him. I basked under his thrusts, his loving. He was my perfect man.
We remained lovers for the rest of the semester. Not openly, of course, but we had the advantage of sharing the same room, no questions asked, no worrying about finding a place to fuck. Chris transferred to another college at the end of the semester. My love for him never wavered. Years later, we met for a short while when I was on a business trip. The love we made was as sweet as ever.
As I write this story I can still feel Chris's invading cock stretching my ass. Yes. Right now, I squeeze my ass and feel Chris entering me.
I have to go jack off. My erection is killing me.