THIS ONE IS PRETTY LONG AS IT IS PROBABLY THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE I'VE WRITTEN THUS FAR. IT CRONICLES HOW ME AD MY BOYFRINED GOT TOGETHER (WITH EMBELLISHMENTS, OF COURSE). ENJOY!
Jealous Rivals
Between the ages of 16 and 20, I have to admit that I was very promiscuous. Once I realized that my sex life was becoming more important than my studies, however, I took a hiatus. By the time I was 22, I was almost done with school and was completely celibate for almost a year. This however did nothing to change my reputation-- basically that of a gay whore.
When I first came to school, I sort of went crazy. I went through one of those stereotypical metamorphoses that you see all the time. I mean, I had a growth spurt, lost my glasses, my acne cleared up, the braces came off, etc. So try to understand that if I may seem vain, it's because I spent so much of my life as an ugly kid. Nowadays, I can honestly say there's absolutely nothing I'd change about my body... except for maybe my eyesight (I stopped wearing my glasses and absolutely hate contact lenses--so I just deal with not-so-great vision).
So anyway, after my slut phase, I mellowed out and concentrated on my schooling. I was doing well and was going to graduate with very high marks but had nothing else to show for my college career other than a few really hot--yet ultimately unfulfilling one night stands and a good friendship with a fag-hag. What I really wanted was a boyfriend.
I probably could have had my pick of any of the gay guys on campus. I was very picky though. After I'd fucked them, I lost interest because none of them were really what I wanted in a man. I mean, if they were smart, they weren't attractive enough and if they were cute, then they were too dumb.
My best friend at the time was this girl, Tiffany, the aforementioned fag hag. She was anything but a hag though--a classic beauty. She also had the same dilemmas in finding love that I'd had. We were both considered kind of easy even though we really didn't whore around anymore. Tiffany actually stopped sleeping around a little before me and tried to settle down with this boy, Keith.
I really did not like Keith. I mean, he was very attractive in a blonde, all-American looking sort of way. I knew him as another of the boring jocks at our school. He came off kind of small-minded to me. He was from who-knows-where Nebraska and quite frequently made his right-winged views clear to me and Tiffany. He also very often horned in on me and Tiffany's alone time. We'd actually compete for Tiffany's attention a lot of the time.
One day, Tiffany and I were in one of the restaurants on campus discussing her boyfriend.
"I'm gonna break up with Keith," she said very plainly between french fries.
"It's about time," I said. "You don't seem very happy with him."
"I'm not. And I think he's gay."
"You always say that," I said. Tiffany's thing was to say that men whom she didn't like anymore were gay. She's accused all her ex-boyfriends and flings of being gay.
"I seriously think so, this time, Derek. I totally haven't told you yet about those wrestling videos he has."
"What wrestling videos?" I asked.
"Keith has this huge collection of wrestling videos! They're really gay."
"All straight guys like WWF," I assured her. "It doesn't make them gay."
"No, not WWF! I'm talking about, like, high school and college boys in those bathing suit things--"
"Singlets!" I said enthusiastically. "Why didn't you tell me about this?!" That's so hot! Steal one of the videos before you break up with him!"
"I'm sure he'll notice," Tiffany said. "I'm sure he jerks off to them. And that's another thing. He jerks off too much!"
"Well there's something else I have in common with him," I said. "How do you know how often he jerks off?"
Tiffany explained, "Well, he doesn't get it up for me anymore. So either he's jerking off before he sees me--or he just doesn't like women."
"Or both."
"His dick is too small for me, too," she said angrily. She was really in the mood to bash Keith today.
"Stop," I said playfully. I was enjoying this because previously I felt as though I could never say anything negative about Keith even though I didn't like him at all. Now she was spilling all the dirt. But for some reason though, I did kind of feel bad for the guy.
"You said it was an okay size when you first got together."
"I lied."
"You're so mean!" I said, playfully smacking her on the shoulder. "I think small dicks are cute, sometimes," I said.
"You would,'" she said slumping back in her chair. "Why can't I find a guy with a weenie like yours?!"
I smiled and took a sip of my soda. "Better buy a dildo," I said. The only reason Tiffany knows my penis size is because one day when we were drunk, she stripped me down. I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed at all since she was my good friend.
So she did indeed break up with Keith. I saw the guy a lot on campus. He worked in the school bookstore and sometimes I saw him in the gym. He would always give me a mean look though. He never spoke to me. In fact, even when he and Tiffany were together, he only spoke to me when we were with her--and it usually turned into an argument.
The whole "Keith gay" thing went in one ear and out the other. We said that about everyone and the fact of the matter was, it just wasn't true. I mean, sometimes I had inclinations about Keith--especially after Tiffany told me about the wrestling videos. But I didn't care one way or the other. I would soon find out the truth, however.
There was a big frat party one weekend. Everyone was there and everyone was drunk. I came with Tiffany to scope out a new boy for her. But we ended up getting too drunk to do anything worthwhile but make fools of ourselves. Keith was there and had WAY too much. He was hitting on every other chick there, spitting on them as he slurred his bad pick-up lines.
Again, I ended up feeling bad for him. I think he was depressed from Tiffany having dumped him which is why he got so wasted. At one point, he stumbled over to us.
"Hallo, Tifff," he said slurring. "Picked out a new trick yet?"
"Fuck you!" Tiffany yelled. She got quite belligerent when she was drunk. "Get the fuck away from me before I tell every woman in here that you have a two inch impotent dick!"
"Naaah, you jus' haave a giant, stretched-out, worn-out pussy!" he shouted very loudly. Everyone in the room looked at us and laughed. This angered Tiffany.
"Fuck you!" she yelled again, pouring her beer all over Keith's head before storming off. I followed her. More beers led to more confusion and we ended up getting separated at the crowded frat house. I was actually ready to leave and pass out in my bed. But I dare not leave without Tiffany. I stumbled around looking for her and a bathroom at the same time. They all had long lines and I had to piss immediately.
I went upstairs where there were less people. I thought there had to be a free bathroom up there. Thankfully there was. It was a private bathroom, adjacent to one of the frat boy's rooms. I opened the door to the bathroom to find a drunken couple making out. They stumbled out and I pissed for what seemed like an eternity. It cleared my head, and I didn't feel as drunk anymore.
Of course, there was Keith in the bedroom outside of the bathroom. The room was empty save us. I tried to just walk by him but the drunk, confrontational Keith wasn't having it. He shoved me. "Where the fuck d'ya think yer goin'!?" he slurred.
"I don't want any trouble Keith," I said as I shoved him not as hard. "Move out of my fucking way."
"Fuck you, fuckin' faggot!" he said throwing me against a wall. He said it very quietly, hardly opening his mouth.
Now I was not about to be "punked" by this guy as he was no bigger or stronger than me. I shoved him hard this time, causing him to stumble back. "You oughta ask your ex what a real man is," I said very cockily, grabbing my crotch.
"Fuck you!" he said again, jumping up to pin me to the wall once again. This game was becoming fun. I was really getting a rise out of him (in more ways than one, I'd come to figure out). "You were fuckin' Tiffany the whole time, weren't you!?" he said. "This gay shit is just a ploy to get chicks, isn't it!?"
I laughed in his face, still letting him pin me. "I never fucked Tiffany, you idiot!" I said laughing at him.
The next thing he did would forever change our relationship. He grabbed my crotch and said, "Then how the fuck does she know about yer dick!? How come she's always tellin' me how big it is!?"
Speechless for a minute, I had to let it process that 1) Keith was gripping my genitals and 2) Tiffany told Keith about them! I mean, I wasn't embarrassed or anything but kind of felt bad for Keith. Who wants to hear that his girlfriend gay friend has a bigger cock than him?
"I never fucked her, man," I said, less hostile than before. "I just showed it to her once a long time ago."
His face was very close to mine. "Well just how big is it?" he said, blowing his beer breath at me, squeezing my crotch roughly.
I put a hand on the one he was using to feel me up. "Are YOU a faggot now, Keith?" I said, smirk coming across my face.
He stared back at me, eyes glazed over and wayward. Then he dropped to the floor and hurriedly undid my jeans, snatching my dick out. He stared at it for a minute as it hung in front of him. Then he took it into his mouth.
He started giving me a really rough blowjob but I was no where near erect. The beer was taking its toll on me. I remember thinking I wasn't in my body and I was looking down at Keith sucking on someone else's penis. Then, I figured, I should try to enjoy this, so I shook my head and concentrated.
Soon I got semi-hard and fucked his face until I could reach a small orgasm. It couldn't have been more than two or three spurts of what was probably really thin semen. However, it was still enough to cause Keith to regurgitate. I withdrew from his mouth quickly as he hurled in front of me.
When he started vomiting heavily, the door opened and a few kids came in. Thankfully, no one noticed that my dick was hanging out so I stuffed it back into my pants in a flash. As they all looked at Keith, violently vomiting all over himself, I left the room. I found Tiffany and high-tailed it out of that party. I did not tell her anything that happened though. I found out the next day that Keith had to go to the hospital and have his stomach pumped for alcohol poisoning.
Now when I'd see Keith around campus, that stare he gave me that I used to think was disgust looked like curiosity. My previous disdain for the boy turned into attraction. Not more that a few days after the party did Keith find me and request that we have a talk. I thought he'd want to talk about his sexuality or the possibility of a repeat encounter but neither was the case. I was on a bench studying as he stood over me.
"Do you remember what happened the other night?" he asked.
"Of course," I said, looking up at him, covering my eyes from the sun.
"It's still kind of fuzzy to me, but things are coming back slowly," he said. "I need to know what your HIV status is."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, when was your last test?"
I was very offended by his question. "I haven't had sex in over a year, Keith. And back before I was CELIBATE, I was very safe."
"Okay, well I was just wondering," he said, realizing that he'd pissed me off. "You know you kind of have a reputation, right?"
"Look, Keith, would you like me to go and get tested and mail you the results or something?"
"No, that's not necessary,' he said. "I believe you. I actually knew about the 'you being celibate' thing. Tiffany told me a while back. I just wanted to be sure."
"Whatever," I said, returning to my textbook, thoroughly peeved. He walked away without saying anything more.
Naturally, I was angry at him for accusing me of having AIDS but it didn't stop me from catching him glimpse at me around campus and wondering whether he was really queer or not. Yes, there was still some doubt in my mind. I had indeed heard of straight guys that have these sort of one-time gay experiences and suspected mine and Keith's relationship was just that.
That is--up until our gym schedules coincided one day. My school's gym was very immaculate and people from off campus would come to use it. Membership was free to students and very cheap for others because it was little known.
I usually went to the gym in the morning, when I didn't have a class. It wasn't crowded in the morning, which was a good thing. At night there were too many hot guys there and I did not want to be tempted. So, like I said, Keith came in one morning and immediately noticed me. I was hoping to avoid him, but he showed up only a few minutes after I got there and I didn't want to cut my workout short because of him. So I went about my usual business. But each time I finished an exercise, Keith went to the machine I used, and proceeded to do more than I did. After a while, this was starting to annoy me, so after he'd outdo me, I'd go back to the machine and do more than Keith had done. This cycle went on for quite a while, no words spoken between us at all. Finally, after I could do no more, I got up and proceeded to leave.
"You bench?" Keith called out to me.
I turned around to answer him. "No," I said. "I never have anyone to spot me.
"I'll spot you," he said. He also kept glancing at my crotch. I was wearing cut-off sweats and if I got hard, there'd be no hiding it. However, keep in mind, our tone is more threatening and confrontational than anything this whole time. "How much do you bench?" he asked.
"I don't know. I told you, I don't bench press. I don't like it. It feels dangerous."
"Well, I'll spot you if you spot me, man. Come on. I want to see how much you can lift."
"Fine," I told him and sat down on the bench. I helped him load the weights on the bar.
"There," he said. "I can lift 300. Let's see if you can."
I knew I wouldn't be able to do it, but I laid back anyway and let him lower the weight into my arms. I struggled and actually lifted it, to my surprise.
"Whatever," I scoffed as I got up from the bench. He snickered a little.
Then he got onto the bench and I spotted him. He lay back for a short while before letting me know I could lower the weight. Again, to my surprise, Keith struggled. His face turned bright red as he held the bar.
"Fuck!" he screamed as his strength began to give out. I quickly grabbed the dumbbell and we lifted it back into its spot. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he muttered again, sitting up. He looked at me, then at my crotch again. He could not tell that I noticed. "I'm usually able to lift that," he said.
"I'm sure," I said as I walked away. Keith followed me.
"Seriously, I lift that much all the time," he tried convincing me as I walked to the locker room. He was still following me and pleading his case when I got to my locker.
Then, suddenly, he shoved me against the lockers, pinning me like he did at the party. "You know the reason I couldn't lift it, right?" he asked.
I stared back at him blankly. Then he grabbed my dick through my sweats. "You distracted me with this thing in my face the whole time!"
Now, this time, I wasn't drunk and got stiff almost immediately, despite being freaked out that Keith touched my crotch yet again. An awkward silence passed as he squeezed hard and then moved his hand up and down.
"Fuck you," he said again, staring into my eyes. Then he knelt down and shucked my shorts off. My almost 9 inch cock pointed straight out at him, the head slightly wet. He dove down on it, and once again, I received a mediocre yet very eager blowjob from Keith. He bobbed up and down on my dick, jerking the half he didn't suck, his rhythm fast and uncontrolled. I looked down to see that he had his own pecker out and was fisting it like a madman. I could not see much though, damn my eyesight.
Despite my not being able to see his prick, I certainly felt the juice that spewed from it onto my legs. I came hard, pumping Keith's mouth and throat full of my semen. My hands were firmly grasped onto the back of his head until after I came. He released himself, gagging and spitting onto the floor.
"You're not gonna throw up again, are you?" I said. He did not answer and continued trying to clear his throat of my semen. "Geez, it's not toxic, man," I said as he stood. Then, without even looking at me, he left the locker room. I changed clothes and left, more confused than ever.
I mean, I knew now that Keith was queer, albeit a severe closet case. What confused me was why he never kissed me or never even asked me to suck him off. Did he just not like me as a person and only liked my dick? I decided that I would finally tell Tiffany what was going on. I called her and invited myself over to her dorm room. She said she had big news for me, too.
So when I got there, she looked as though she could hardly contain herself. "I've got REALLY juicy gossip, Derek," she said.
"It can't be any better than mine," I said.
"I'll bet you it is!"
"Keith's gay!" said both of us simultaneously.
"Wait, how'd you find out?" I asked.
"Well," Tiffany explained, "I forgot that he still had my white boots, right? So I went to his room and he wasn't there but his suitemate was and let me in. So I'm looking for my shoes, and like, I go under the bed and why does Keith have a copy of PLAYGIRL under his bed!?"
I laughed.
"Yeah, it was all crinkled and sticky. It was old, but I never saw it when we were dating."
"He probably just forgot to hide it," I said.
"Yeah, I guess. It was pretty far under there though. Makes me wonder if it was there when I was with him. So wait, how'd you find out?"
"Well," I said sheepishly. "He sucked my dick twice."
"WHAT!?" Tiffany yelled. "When!? Why didn't you tell me!?"
"The first time was at that frat party. The second time was earlier today at the gym."
"Damn you. Your story is better than mine."
We then discussed the guy in detail. I told her about how he never liked me to touch him to which she confirmed. He didn't like her to give him blowjobs either. She also said that before he got impotent, he was very rough with sex. That's what turned her on about him initially. But then, he got lazy and eventually could hardly get an erection with her.
I decided that I would break my celibacy stint with Keith. I was now more attracted to him than ever. All I could think about was that big, blonde stud pounding the hell out of me like he used to do Tiffany.
A few days after the gym incident, I went to the bookstore, where he worked and told him I wanted to go on a date with him. He accepted and we met later that evening at a coffee shop on campus.
"So, like, what's you deal," I asked him. "We could've done this a long time ago."
"I know," he said. "At first I was jealous of you. Then it turned into a crush. But like, I didn't want to be gay, you know."
He said the word "gay" very quietly.
"I've tried to tell myself I'm not gay all my life, you know? But like, I still get turned on by guys in singlets. I still jerk off to Playgirl. And I still suck dick."
"I wasn't the first one?" I asked, disappointed.
"No, of course not!" he said. But you're the only one I knew. You're the only one I had a crush on."
Apparently, Keith was one of those internet and public park cocksuckers. But he'd never had full-on sex with a man, even though he said he'd fantasize about it.
"You're the only guy I think I want to kiss," he told me.
"Well why didn't you ever do it before!?" I asked.
"I had to be sure I really liked you," he said. With that, I told him that we HAD to go back to one of our places and do it. I was hornier than ever and could not remember ever wanting a boy more than I wanted him at that moment. He suggested that we go back to my apartment since I lived alone.
We hungrily sucked each others' faces. I hadn't kissed anyone in a year and he hadn't ever kissed a man in his life so we were both very wild and excited.
He quickly undid my pants and played with my hard-on. Then he tried going down on me but I stopped him.
"Chill out," I said. 'Let's take it slow."
We rolled around on my bed, making out, dry humping each other. I slowly undressed him and he followed my lead, doing the same to me. I was completely naked, cock throbbing. He wore only his boxers. I straddled him as he lay back, enjoying the work my tongue was doing over his neck hard chest. When I tried to take his underwear off, though, he stopped me.
"What's wrong," I asked him.
"I'm embarrassed about my dick," he whispered.
I smiled and kissed him lightly. "Don't be embarrassed. At least you have one." Finally he let me pull down his boxers freeing his stiff pecker. It touched his belly button as it curved upward. It wasn't nearly as small as I was expecting. I took it into my hand.
"This isn't small," I told him, slowly stroking it.
"It's not as big as yours," he said.
'How big is it?" I asked.
""Six, I think."
"Well, average is five, dude."
"Really?" he said
"Yes," I assured him. "I've seen much smaller."
I motioned for him to kneel next to me. His dick still pointed straight up. I grabbed it, pointed it down, and let go, only to have it pop back up again. I did this several times.
"Mine doesn't do that," I said pointing my dick all the way down. When I let go, it popped back up but faced outward.
"Well look at how heavy it is," Keith reminded me. "Your body can't spare the amount of blood it would take to make that thing point up!"
We laughed and continued to make out. He was much more comfortable now, and kissed my neck and nipples. I laid him on his back again and went down on him. Like riding a bike, you never forget. I cut loose, deep-throating his stiff prick, cupping his fat balls. He shook all over, clutching the bed as he uncontrollably thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.
"I'm gonna come!" he gasped as he shot his thick nut soda into my mouth. It was very sweet. I looked up at him as he quivered, enjoying his afterglow. Then I straddled his face, my dick bobbing over him. He opened wide and took me in, a little past the head. I slowly fucked his face, instructing him on how to give a flawless blowjob.
"Watch your teeth," I told him, increasing my rhythm. "Use your tongue more.
He was getting really good--so good that I was close to losing my load. I told him to put his finger in my ass and while lightly tongue-ing my dick head, he stuck a moist finger into my anus. I twitched and bucked against it, building my climax, imagining his dick inside me instead of his finger.
Then, he suddenly stopped and said, "Wait, I don't want you to come until you fuck me!"
Shocked, I pulled my dick free and squeezed the spot under the head so as not to orgasm. It was really close, but I prevented it from happening.
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"Of course I am!"
"But isn't it your first time? Are you sure you can take it?"
"I wanna be the vulnerable one, for once," he said. "I can take it."
He then put his legs in the air, exposing his tight pink hole. His dick was still rock hard too, by the way. I reached over and got a tube of lube from my nightstand and slathered my penis with it. I was really hard and looked down at my thick monster, wondering how anyone was ever able to take it. I pressed it up against his asshole. He roared, concentrating hard to expand his sphincter muscles. I lifted his legs over my shoulders as my dick slid in halfway.
"AAARG!" he yelled, in pain.
"Is it too much?" I asked, I kissing him.
"No, fuck me!" he demanded.
I complied, slowly moving my cock back and forth in his ass. "Yeah!" he yelled, moving his ass up and down, in time with my thrusts. "Faster!" he said, pulling me closer to him by wrapping his arms around my back. I fucked him faster, like he demanded to which he was yelled in approval.
Then, I lost control and thrust the other half of my dick all the way inside of him. He yelled a lot louder this time, digging his fingernails into my back. His sphincter tensed up which felt amazing to me, but I knew he was in pain.
"I'm sorry," I said, pulling my dick back out.
"No, give it to me!" he begged.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Fuck me NOW!"
Again, I obeyed as Keith let my dick back into his rectum. I fucked him, not too fast but not too slow, in long thrusts. And even though he sounded like he was dying, he still begged for more.
"Is that all you got!?" he said trying to hide his face contorting in pain.
"Hell no," I said, expertly throwing his leg over, fucking him in that painful position between missionary and doggie style. He issued a challenge and I had to accept. My dick was hard as marble and needed to give a good pounding after not having an ass for so long.
I smoothly transitioned into doggie style and fucked the hell out of Keith. I penetrated him deeply, like only doggie style can allow, fucking faster than ever. His butt cheeks bounced back after each forceful plow. Keith was screaming and took one of my pillows to bite on and muffle his voice. Then I got up from my knees onto my feet, squatting behind him, holding his hips for balance, as I cut loose.
"FUUUCK!" Keith yelled. "I'm coming, Derek!" he announced. But I couldn't see because I was too busy.
I pulled out for a second to look at how wide I'd stretched out Keith's asshole. Then I plunged back into him, fucking him harder than before. He could no longer hold himself up against my pounding and collapsed onto the bed. I pushed my cock in and out of his quivering butt with the ferocity of an animal.
"Stop!" he cried, turning around, tears in his eyes. "I can't take anymore!"
That caused me to climax and with two or three more powerful thrusts, I pumped a huge load into his guts. When I pulled out, a lot of my come came gushing out of his asshole. Then I collapsed beside him on the bed.
We panted for a while, catching our breath. "Fuck," he said. "I'm never gonna be able to sit down again." I laughed.
"You impressed me, Keith," I told him. "I never fucked anyone like that, let alone a virgin. You're really strong."
He smiled and rolled his eyes at my comment. "Yeah, and tomorrow, I'm gonna bench more than you."
Even though we are very competitive and argue a lot, Keith is my boyfriend. After we graduated, we moved in together and have been together for almost two years. We are even thinking of going to Denmark to get married. Tiffany visits often and has jokingly promised to have a kid for us.