I saw quite a bit of Danny after that encounter. He would regularly follow me home from school, after spending most of class finding ways to tease me. For instance, one time when we were sitting at the top of the lecture hall and several students were skipping so there wasn't really anyone sitting right by us, he grabbed my hand and pulled it onto his crotch, and I had to try and focus on what was going on in class while all I could really think about was his growing dick under his jeans.
After class, he was less aggressive than that first time, though he was still pretty domineering. But he never stayed too long after he got that precious blowjob he craved. He had a girlfriend to get back to.
Meanwhile, I had begun seeing someone else.
One night, late, I got a call from an old friend named Tucker who I had stayed with recently while on a road trip to Atlanta for a concert. This old friend just also happened to be my roommate Erica's ex-boyfriend, though I technically knew him before she did. He was in my grade and we were a couple of grades above her. He told me that he was getting ready to move back down to Jacksonville, and that he really wanted to see me as soon as he got back. I was completely shocked whenever the conversation took a sexual turn.
"Riley, I've always liked you, you know. You're cute," he said. "When you were down here, I wanted to get you alone, but there were always people around, partying..."
Like I said, Tucker was my roommate's ex. I was pretty sure that he was straight. But this was getting all too familiar for me. Apparently, I'm a magnet for straight guys. Either they have some sexual compulsion issues, or are actually gay or bisexual and choose to identify as straight. Would I ever "marry" one of them? Probably not, but I wasn't looking for commitment either, so why not have my fun? I was tantalizingly attracted to the masculinity of straight guys anyway.
Tucker stayed in touch after that night, texting me a lot and calling me occasionally. He moved back about three weeks after that, and a few nights later called me and asked if I was going to the bar on campus that night.
I rode to the bar with some friends, and after we were all safely inebriated, Tucker and some of his friends were going to walk down the street to a party. He told me to tag along, so I followed willingly.
I hadn't talked to him that much at the bar, and in fact we were even sitting at separate tables talking to different groups of friends throughout most of the night. As we were all walking back in the dark, I finally got a good look at him. He was wearing a Dr. Pepper t-shirt and jean shorts with frayed edges paired with Chuck Taylor's on his feet. Tucker had a dark complexion and short, dark curly hair. He was about an inch shorter than me. He had a goofy grin.
`Why am I studying him like this?' I thought to myself. I realized then that his phone call had definitely intrigued me, and that I was definitely ready and willing to hook up with Tucker despite the consequences.
After the party, we had a friend drive us over to my apartment to smoke a bowl. After we smoked, Tucker told his friend that he didn't think he was in a good enough state to drive, to which the friend drunkenly disagreed and took off without him.
Needless to say, Tucker spent the night. The logistics of it were weird considering that his ex-girlfriend also lived there. But she had a girlfriend staying over, so Tucker was on the couch. I went out to get a glass of water, and there he was looking at me.
"Hi Riley," he said.
I smiled at him and walked over to the couch and sat by where he was laying. The blanket only covered up to his waist, and I quickly glanced over his stomach. He had star tattoos on his upper chest above his heart.
"Hey, if you want to come in my room, and actually sleep on a bed..."
I didn't even have to finish my sentence. Tucker was already getting up.
We lay down in my bed and he took the remote and put on a straight softcore porn on Cinemax or something. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my pillow, feigning sleep. I was full of nerves about whatever would happen next. It wasn't long before I felt his hands begin to rub me down. I turned over and started touching his stomach, and he pushed my hand lower to his crotch. I started feeling his dick in his shorts, and pretty soon I couldn't resist anymore and simply unbuttoned them. He wasn't wearing underwear, so I was immediately greeted by his rock hard cock.
I didn't have to be told what to do. I had learned by now.
I slowly positioned myself and began to suck on his big member. He whispered that we needed to be extra quiet because of Erica. She couldn't know what was going on. There would be too many questions.
I relished every second of this! It was scandalous, yes, but that added to our arousal, I think. As soon as one person found out about this, everyone that went to our high school would know (and eventually, that did happen... Poor Tucker).
I slurped on that beautiful dick for a while, taking my time to lick up and down the shaft in between trying to deep-throat it. Tucker enjoyed it immensely, and every time I looked up at him his eyes were rolling in the back of his head.
Before he came though, the pace changed a little. "Okay, Riley... now I'm in charge."
He slipped his dick out of my mouth and seconds later I had been positioned up on all fours on the bed and stripped of my briefs, and he was spitting on his already slobbery dick. Without further warning, he began to shove that cock in as quickly as my ass would allow. I didn't have time to even gather my thoughts before I was being fucked mercilessly.
I moaned loud and he pulled my hair back and stuck four fingers in my mouth to shut me up.
"Take it, bitch!" he grunted as he quickened his pace, thrusting that dick in and out of my tight asshole. It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. The whole thing was so hot to me. I loved being a whore for straight boys. It had become my ultimate form of pleasure.
It was quiet, but carnal. We were fucking like animals. I may have been wasted, but I felt completely uninhibited, and felt completely safe with Tucker. I had known him since middle school, and now here we were acting out my hidden locker-room fantasies. I had endured Erica's sex stories, and now was experiencing them firsthand. Tucker Nichols was fucking my ass, bareback.
Without warning, Tucker shot his hot load right into my hole. His hand was cupping my whole mouth now so whatever noise I emitted went unnoticed.
I felt a warm sensation in my insides. Tucker pushed me down into a lying position, managing to keep his throbbing dick lodged in my ass. I was grateful, because I was dreading the inevitable empty feeling I'd get when he removed it. Luckily for me, he just wrapped his arms around me and I fell asleep with Tucker still inside me.