My name is Riley and this is my story.
I grew up not knowing a single gay person besides the ones on television. I lived in the suburbs of Jacksonville, Florida, and everyone that I knew was extremely conservative, especially my parents. All throughout high school, I knew that I was gay, but it wasn't something I would readily admit. I told a few close friends that I thought I was bisexual, but they didn't really know what to think because I had never had a girlfriend, or even a boyfriend for that matter, so to my friends and those who knew me I was just Riley. People liked to have me around because, not to brag, but I had a good personality and generally made people laugh.
After high school, I went to college in California and being around such a diverse group of people gave me the courage, I guess, to come out of the closet. I called my friends back home and told them that I was gay, and each and every one of them was a pillar of support for me. Despite their conservative upbringings, my friends had grown to believe in gay rights like almost everyone in our generation. And several of them told me that they had know all along.
Anyway, things got a little crazy in California after my twenty-first birthday and my grades started to suffer. My parents said they weren't going to continue to pay for private school, so rather than take out a loan I decided to move back home. I got accepted to a state school and moved a few towns over from my parents into a two-bedroom apartment with my friend Erica.
It was a few weeks before school started that I lost my virginity.
My friend was having her twenty-first birthday downtown, and after we closed down the bars we all returned to her hotel penthouse suite. The party continued for a while, but drama inevitably broke out when this girl Amy lost her Blackberry and accused some guy of stealing it. Our friend Trish, whose party it was, was quite the social butterfly so she had several groups of friends at the party and I guess the separate groups weren't friendly with each other. A fight broke out, and ended up being played out down in the lobby.
I wanted to see what was going on, so I went down to the lobby and outside in the front of the hotel where guys were yelling at each other and security was breaking up the fight. These two guys who I didn't recognize were suddenly involved in the fiasco as well. It turns out that they were Marines only in town for one night, and they had heard the ruckus and come down to see what was going on.
Our friends dispersed. Most people left but a few stayed, and our friend Georgina thought that the two Marine guys were cute so she invited them up to the suite with us. Both of them were shirtless and barefoot wearing basketball shorts, and they were both incredibly gorgeous. They were ripped as shit. They seriously had amazing bodies. And a few scattered tattoos only made them hotter. One was named Aaron and one was named Jason. They looked to be about 25 or 26.
Jason kind of paired up with Georgina and so did Amy and Aaron. The boys were pretty drunk and were pretty rowdy, making a lot of sexual jokes. Georgina, Jason, and our other friend Lynette all went into the bathroom and I followed them. Apparently, Georgina had spilled wine on Jason's shorts, so they were going to clean it up. Lynette started blow-drying his pants, and then he took them off. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so I thought it was kind of strange that he would take his pants off in front of me, revealing his dick. Especially because at one point earlier in the night he had asked if I was gay and I said yes. He played with his dick a little bit, and turned and caught me checking it out. He glared at me then put his shorts back on. I didn't know what to do, so I walked out of the bathroom.
Later, we went to find the hot tub but it was closed. On the way back to the room, Jason offered us to come back to his room to drink, but when the elevator stopped at his floor only the two of us got off. My friends had ditched me!
I looked at Jason, then turned to press the elevator button and he stopped me. "No," he said, "come back and drink beer with me." I followed him back to his room and he bolted the door behind us.
We sat down on the bed and he got me a beer. It was kind of warm, and I was already drunk. It was making me gag to drink it, but he kept telling me to drink more. I tried to tell him I didn't want anymore but he would tip my bottle so that I had to. "You would do anything I said, wouldn't you?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
We kept talking. He asked about growing up gay. I told him I had a normal childhood. He asked if I had ever had sex with a girl. I said no. He asked if I had ever had sex with a guy. I lied and said I had been with three guys. I don't know why, but for some reason I didn't want to seem prude.
Then, Jason said something that really freaked me out. "Aren't you afraid of a guy like me?" he asked. "I could beat you up. Or kill you."
"You wouldn't," I said. He got up and kind of paced a little bit.
"I know," he said. He got up and made sure the door was locked and then returned, sitting next to me on the bed. "What would you do if I kissed you right now?" he asked.
I shrugged again. He leaned in close and I started laughing. I was so nervous and I thought he was kidding at first. He backed up, smiled, then came back in for the kill. He started kissing me, pushing me back on the bed and taking my shirt off. I rubbed my hands all over his pecs and abs, just enjoying the moment. I couldn't believe that this was really happening.
Wasn't he straight? When we were talking, he had told me that he had an ex-wife, and had been talking to me about how he thought my friends were hot. He was definitely straight. So what was this all about?
He took his pants off and grabbed his dick, saying, "I thought I saw you looking at this earlier." It was hard now, and it was huge. Probably nine or ten inches. I just nodded as he put it in my mouth. It started to get hard and I sucked up and down the shaft quickly. He told me to go slower and to focus on the tip. I followed his advice and soon he was moaning.
"Come here," he said, as he yanked my shorts off and starting sucking me. "Look at how hard your dick is!" he said. He pushed me into a 69 position and soon we were both sucking each other's cocks. I felt like I was in a porno or something. I had literally never done anything with a guy before other than kiss.
It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I warned him, and he said he wanted to swallow my load. I came in his mouth and it was the best thing I'd ever felt in my entire life. He sucked my dry and I prayed for just another drop to come out.. I didn't want the feeling to stop!
He got off the bed and just looked at me. "What do you want me to do now?" he asked.
"I want you to fuck me," I said.
He ran to the bathroom and came back with a miniature bottle of conditioner. He opened it and started rubbing it on his cock. He pushed my legs up over my head and started squirting conditioner on my asshole and rubbing it around. He slid in a finger, then two, to loosen me up. For a straight guy, he sure knew what he was doing.
He slid it in, and I was in heaven.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want you to fuck me!" I pleaded. I couldn't get enough. It hurt a little bit at first, but the pleasure outweighed the pain and I couldn't believe I had waited this long, turning down many offers for sex. How stupid was I? This was ecstasy.
He plowed me, pulling in and out slowly at first, then quickened the pace. I started moaning loudly, and his hand covered my mouth immediately. His buddy Aaron was sleeping in the next room, he explained. I tried to quiet down but it just felt so good, and I was even more turned on by the fact that the equally delicious Aaron was sleeping on the other side of the wall.
He fucked me for a good twenty minutes and he still hadn't finished. I came again, and then he said he wanted me to fuck him for a while. I agreed and lathered up my dick with the conditioner as he laid down on his stomach.
"Go slow," he said. "I've never done this before."
I guess I was a little drunk because I didn't go slow. In fact, I accidentally shoved it in to the hilt. He yelped, but told me not to take it out. I fucked him for a few minutes, but it was overwhelming for me, fucking this Greek god in front of me, and I came again, for a third time, right in his ass. He got mad at me and said that he wanted to swallow every last ounce of my cum, but now it was wasted in his ass.
He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet. "Is your little boy-pussy ready to get pounded again?" he asked.
I simply nodded and sat in his lap, using my hand to guide his dick to my asshole. I rode him for a while, but I got tired and started to move more sluggishly. He lifted me off his dick with a plop and shoved me to me knees. He put his dick in my face and told me to suck on it. I realized then that while I had climaxed three times already, he still hadn't at all. I figured he was about to finish me off with a facial and I was sad that it was all about to be over.
I sucked his dick the way he had taught me, but he still didn't cum. I asked him about it, and he said he was saving it. I didn't question him further. He stepped over to the tub and sat on the rim of it while he turned the faucet on. I followed him and sat facing him on the rim of the tub. He kissed me again, and started grabbing my ass, which was hanging off the tub by now. I held onto his neck, my head resting on one of his strong shoulders while he fingered my asshole, fast.
Even engaged in this vulgar sexual act, I felt safe.
Eventually we made it into the shower, and he fucked me standing up. I held onto the slippery tile wall as he rammed his huge cock into me over and over, using my ass like he owned it. The warm water splashed down on us as he fucked me, and I was in a trance. Before I knew it he had spun me around and lifted me up, all without taking his giant cock out of my ass. He must have sensed that I was getting tired, so now he was literally holding me while he fucked the shit out of me. I held onto him for dear life as he pumped his cock in and out of me like a jack hammer.
About five minutes later, he sat me down on my knees and the water was splashing on my face as I looked up into his eyes. "This is it," he said.
I looked down at his dick and he started to cum, spraying all over my face. I got as much of it in my mouth as I could, drinking it down to the last drop.
I wiped the rest of the cum off my face and got out of the shower. I was ass naked and soaking wet when a loud knock at the door startled both of us. Jason threw a towel around himself and answered the door. I was still in the bathroom, quietly putting on my clothes.
Jason came back into the bathroom and told me that it was Aaron dressed in full uniform. Apparently we'd been fucking for three hours, and it was already morning. Jason frantically gathered his uniform and started getting dressed. He looked at me and said, "You're not like in love with me now, right?"
I just smiled and walked out of the door, ran to the elevator and jumped in to the sound of boots coming around the corner.