All the usual disclaimers apply. AGain, this body of work contains graphic depictions of consentual men engaging in various sex acts. This story is a work of partial fiction. Although these events may be completely accurate, the names of the people involved have been changed to protect their identities. If it is illegal to read such materials where you live or if you are under the legal age to view this type of material, you should stop reading now.
After just a few short months in my first apartment, it began to get quite a reputation. Since I no longer had parents to answer to, I was able to act on some of the fantasies that I had formed while living at home. I was in awe at how many different guys who came to visit me at my apartment, who later became fuck buddies. Some of these guys I had grown up with and thought there was no conceivable way I would ever be able to hook up with them.
Matt introduced me to almost all of his friends. I think sometimes when two guys hook up, often times they talk about other guys they had messed around with. I think the intent was to get some of these things off our chests, but for me, this was a great opportunity to get to know better those who could possibly be potential love interests. Thus, a great network of gay/bi or curious guys were formed.
I think one of the most interesting things about this was the fact that almost all of these guys were allegedly 100% straight. What I learned through this experience is that among the young in our town, there seemed to be a large number of them who would do almost anything to get off. As a result, these guys were able to put aside their declarations of heterosexuality and come to me to get their nut. As a result of this arrangement, the guys who claimed to be totally straight, were often the best in bed. They had nothing to lose. This allowed most of them the opportunity to do the things with me that they had only ever thought about. This next encounter was one of those examples.
A group of guys came over one night with a semi-new face among them. When I say semi-new, I mean he had never been to my apartment before. In fact, I hadn't seen him since we all hung around the local pool almost five years before. John was Vietnamese-American and very cute. He had the usual asian build, but shared some rather nice American characteristics. Altough he appeared asian, his features were softer as a result of his American father.
John was brought to my apartment because he had recently been involved in a domestic issue at home. His dad was away of business a lot of the time, so he and his siblings were left to be cared for by their mother. Earlier that day, John and his mother were involved in a disagreement that eventually led to her hitting him repeatedly. He had the injuries to prove it.
The group of us sat around and talked about what had happened to him. We collectively decided that I would provide him with temporary housing until his father returned from his business trip. This meant John would be staying with me for about three days. As we talked about it, John became very emotional. He certainly appeared to be someone desparate to make change. He was tired of getting hit.
Eventually, all of the others had left and only John and I remained. We talked more about his plight and I offered him a good shoulder to cry on. I vowed to him that I would do everything in my power to see to it that her abuses were going to end. I wasn't sure how that was going to happen, but I wanted him to know that there was someone out there that gave a shit about him.
Although my offer to protect him was sincere, a part of me hoped this bonding experience between us would lead to other things. It was getting late and I was pretty tired, so I told him that I was going to go to bed. In order to put him at ease about his new environment, I told him that he could sleep anywhere he wanted. I offered to get him a pillow and a blanket so he could sleep on the couch or he could come in and sleep in my bed with me. I added that my bed was large and that he would be comfortable should he choose to sleep there.
Without hesitation, he chose to sleep in my bed. At that point, I started to believe that perhaps he may be more receptive to the idea of hooking up with me. As we sat in the dark, I weaved my usual magic and suggested to him that I liked to mess around with guys. After a few moments of small talk, I revealed to him that I had feelings for him and that I wouldn't mind it if we had a little fun.
I told him that I wanted to suck his dick. He seemed a little awkward about the invitation. I told him that at any time, he could ask me to stop without a single question asked. He told me that I could suck his dick if I wanted to, but he assured me that it was unlikely he would get hard. I told him I was willing to take the chance, so I proceded. I unbuttoned his pants then slid down his zipper.
Once I had revealed his cock, I began to go down on him. and much to his manufactured surprise, he got totally hard almost instantly. After I began to suck him, I often stopped to ask him if he was ok with it. Each time, he said he was ok. So, I decided to ask him if he would be interested in doing more. I did so by asking him if there were any sex acts that he wanted to do with me. Without delay, he suggested we 69.
I was shocked. I thought this was going to be a case of me giving him head and that would be all. So, we completely undressed and positioned ourselves on our sides, postured to engage in mutual oral sex. I still remember how it felt to have his young, tight body pressed against my own. He was perfect! There wasn't a single ounce of fat on him. He had the usual physique of an active young guy. He had the sixpack, dark skin, a body that was relatively without hair, and a cock that belonged in a museum. At that point, I would have been satisfied to have just layed there pressed against him. Instead, I would be able to have every part of him. Neither of us were in any hurry to finish. We continued to 69 for a really long time. Before long, I began to feel like I was about to cum.
After this announcement, his pace quickened and I found myself pushed over the edge. I announced that I was about to cum, but instead of pulling away, he buried his mouth upon me and I unloaded one hefty load right down his throat. Now it was my turn. I utilized the sum of all my experiences in an attempt to give him an experience he would never be able to forget.
He thrashed around violently and then I felt him unload a huge quantity of cum down my throat. He moaned so loudly that I feared our neighbors would hear. Once the afterglow set it, he told me that this was the single best experience he had ever had. The extasy finally subsided and each of us found ourselves slipping deep into sleep.
When I woke the next morning, I still had a bad case of the hornies. So, without warning, I started to suck him off a second time. After just a few moments, he joined in and we found ourselves doing what we had done the night before. After a short time, we came in each other's mouths a second time.
Neither one of us set foot outside my apartment during our three days together. In fact, I don't think either of us wore clothes duing that time, either. He eventually went back home and we would never again find ourselves reprising these experiences ever again. I've seen him a few times since then. His small framed asian build gave way to huge muscles. When we have seen each other in public since then, he's chosen to turn away. He acts as if he doesn't remember me. Normally that would hurt me, but in this case, I know that neither of us will ever be able to forget our time together. In fact, I'm willing to bet that he remembers our time together fondly.