"And so... I mean... I'm gay," I said, head hung down, eyes closed, heart pounding.
"Oh!" He said. "I thought I'd done something wrong. When you said we needed to talk I thought you were mad at me. You can't scare me like that dude it's not fair."
Brody and I have become friends this year, our first year of college. We went to high school together, but ran in different circles of friends.
When I started college this year, he was the only person around campus that I knew, so we'd say hi to each other, and eventually started hanging out and becoming pretty good friends.
He was the first person I ever came out to, and I had to kind of laugh at his reaction — just relieved I wasn't pissed at him.
"I mean that's cool though. Good for you, I mean, for telling me. I've always wanted a gay friend. Have you ever had sex with a guy?"
"Yeah, twice. Just internet hook-ups. I've never had a boyfriend."
"Does anybody else know?"
"No."
He looked at me and smiled. "I'm, like, honored that you would come out to me first."
"Yeah, well, you're kind of safe. You don't talk to any of my other friends, or my parents. Separate. Also, I feel like I can talk to you about stuff. Like you open up to me sometimes, so I feel like I can too."
The next thing I knew, he was hugging me, and I was kind of laughing and crying at the same time. It was a big release.
It felt so good to have his big, strong arms wrapped around me. Brody was about 5'11, just an inch shorter than me, but he was much more stocky. Totally dark and handsome, his hair was always short but messy. For his age he had quite a bit of facial hair, which was also unkempt, sticking in a few different directions. His voice was deep and authoritative, masculine as hell.
As he held me close I could smell his scent. It was intoxicating.
"You know," he said. "I've never told anybody this, but though I'm not gay, but I'm not totally straight either."
I immediately felt my crotch stiffen just a little bit.
I shouldn't make assumptions, I told myself. Just because he's sharing, doesn't mean he wants anything to do with you that way.
"Yeah?" I said. Glancing up at his eyes, but then looking away, embarrassed. "Yeah," he said, turning my face back to stare into his eyes. "And I mean, I've never done anything. But I've always kinda wanted to. And I mean, I dunno what you'd think about..."
His face was moving closer to mine. Was this really happening? It couldn't be.
His eyes held a question, and mine answered, and then his lips were on mine. The hairs of his beard were soft and comforting.
His tongue darted against mine. I pulled his head closer to mine. All the years of pent up frustration, of nobody knowing and nobody to express my most primal desires with, it all came pouring out in that moment. I was hungry for his mouth. I bit his lower lip. Kissed his cheeks. Sucked on his neck.
"Maybe we should... go inside somewhere," he said.
I had completely forgotten about our surroundings, sitting on a bench in a park near the campus.
His hand went down to the front of my pants.
"Wow.." He said, smiling, and rubbing my boner through my pants. "C'mon man.. You don't have class do you? I wanna touch it." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I wanna suck on you."
I couldn't believe this was happening, but I wasn't going to question it too much.
We basically jogged back across the campus to his dorm room. He tied a sock to the door, saying that was he and his roommates code for `not now', and we fell together onto his bed. Him on top of me, all of his weight resting on my body.
I pulled him close, one hand on his ass, and the other behind his head, and we continued making out. Our boners strained against our pants. Mine was leaking pre-cum all over my underwear, I could feel it started to get wet.
My hands explored his body, up inside the back of his shirt, down inside the back of his underwear. His furry butt cheeks were clenched and he pushed his pelvis into mine, grinding onto me, pushing closer and harder onto me.
He lifted up off me just slightly, and pulled off his shirt. His torso was covered in dark hair. Not dense or thick, but there was a lot of it. I put my face right in between his pecs and inhaled deeply through my nose. Smelling his skin and the smell of his sweat trapped in his hairs.
More precum sliming up my underwear.
I kissed his chest, making my way over to his nipple.
"Watch out," he said. "They are sensitive."
I teased his right nipple lightly with my tongue. Flicking it, over and over and over. He started to moan and grind his pelvis into me again. His pressing feeling more urgent now.
I reached my hands down and undid his belt buckle. I fumbled a bit with the button on his jeans, and he had to help me. I pulled down the zipper and his bulge was revealed to me. He was still on top me me, straddling my chest, and I leaned forward and buried my face in his crotch.
Nothing had ever felt so right. So natural, and having my face nestled in between his package and his thigh. I felt like I was home. Where I was supposed to be.
"Wait," he said.
I froze. Had I done something wrong?
"What is it?" I asked. Heart pounding.
He smiled, looking a bit embarrassed. "I have to pee. The bathroom is down the hall. I'll be right back."
I grabbed his hand. I don't know what made me say it, just an overflow of primal lust I guess. It was a secret I wasn't sure I'd ever tell anyone, and here I was revealing it almost automatically.
"Don't go," I said. "I wanna drink it."
"What?" He laughed. I immediately felt embarrshuffledassed. I'd made a fool of myself. He was going to just ask me to leave, and not talk to him anymore. "You're into that?"
"I mean... I've never done it, but I think about it. I've drank my own sometimes, though it's not really as sexy. I understand if you don't want to, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up, I'm just super horny and it just kinda came out and I hope you don't think I'm gross or anything.."
He looked at me with a kind concern, grabbed my hand, and put it on his bulging underwear. His dick, still hard, still straining against the material.
He guided my hand up and down his shaft, slowly. I felt his muscle twitch, and a small drop of precum appeared in the fabric.
"I don't think you're gross," he said. "I've never thought about this before, but.. you wanna drink it?"
I nodded, rubbing his dick without his help now, his hand on the side of my face.
He shuffled forward, and pulled his underwear down over his balls, exposing a shock of thick, beautiful pubes, and an awesome, perfect looking uncut cock.
He grabbed it by the base and tapped the head over my lips, which I opened, and he slid his dick into my mouth.
I sucked it up and down a few times, and he began to moan.
"Stop!" he said. "I'm not gonna be able to piss unless I can get this boner to go down a bit."
He looked up at the wall behind me, and then closed his eyes in concentration. His boner, inches away from my face, began to subside a little bit.
He smiled again, and looked down. "You sure you wanna do this?"
"Definitely," I said. My own underwear and cock now comically covered with slippery goo. "If you're into it, that is."
"Yeah I think I'm into it." He placed just the tip of his dick into my mouth. "I'll go slow. I don't wanna piss on my bed."
I took a deep breath, and then another. The tension was intense. Palpable.
"It's coming," he said. "Just another second."
In an instant, I felt the liquid travel from the base of his dick, where I held my hand, and up and out of the tip, which was resting on the end of my tongue.
I had kind of known what to expect as far as taste goes, as I'd drank my own a few times, and I was glad that it seemed like he was well hydrated. Though even if it had been super potent I would have drank it all, the warm liquid that spilled into my mouth had only a subtle flavor. Slightly bitter, minerally, but mostly just tasted like warm water with a distinctly pissy taste. A taste that made you know you were doing something transgressive.
After less than a second he stopped the stream, my mouth was full.
"How does that taste?" he asked, an evil smirk on his face.
I swallowed, feeling the warm sensation travel down from my mouth into my gut.
"So good." I said.
"That's so fucking hot," he said. "I love that you wanna drink my piss."
He released the stream again, this time more forcefully, and my mouth filled in a second. I swallowed, and it kept coming, filled again, and he choked off the stream one more. I kept the piss in my mouth. Swishing it around. Savoring the taste. His taste.
I swallowed. "Is that it?" I asked.
"No." He said. Just looking at me. Grinning.
I waited, mouth open, beginning to feel a little bit stupid.
"Beg me for it," he said.
My neglected cock couldn't take much more. This was so fucking hot.
"Please give me your piss, dude. I want it. I want it all. I want to drink it all for you. I want to be your urinal."
The stream started up again, full force. One mouthful. Swallow. Two. Swallow. Three. Four. By the fifth time, his stream was slowing down. After the sixth, he pushed my head back, and took his still piss-dribbling cock out of my mouth, letting the piss dribble into my beard, my face, and his pillow. Then he shoved it back in my mouth, gave me one last good squirt, and he was done.
I swallowed the last of it. Breathless.
He leaned forward, bringing his face close to mine.
"Are you sure you want to kiss me?" I asked, but he was already diving in. His piss in my beard now mingling with his, our tongues gliding across each other.
He tore off my shirt and pulled my pants and underwear down with one motion, taking my slimy, neglected cock into his mouth. As he pulled up off of it, he grasped his hand around the base and gave it a few good strokes while he worked the head with his tongue.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum—" I screamed, and the most intense orgasm of my life shook through my body. Contraction after contraction I shot the cum out into his mouth, which he kept firmly clamped around the end of my dick. After I was done, without a word, he shuffled back to his straddling position, and began to furiously jerk his cock right in front of my face. Moaning. Breathing through his nose, mouth clamped shut.
I opened my mouth as I felt his body tighten, and he sprayed his juices all over my face. Aiming for my mouth, I think, but it got everywhere. As his orgasm subsided, he rubbed his cock and balls all over my face, spreading the cum around everywhere, and then he dived back in for a kiss.
As soon as he opened his mouth, I tasted a flood of my own cum, which he'd saved in his mouth, mixing with the cum he'd just shot into mine.
Finally we both swallowed, and he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, face resting on my chest.
"That was so fucking hot," he said.
I couldn't agree more.
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