Keywords: college, straight, automobiles Summary: Straight friend's first time
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Straight Seduction
I hadn't intended to seduce Justin.....it just sort of happened. With his long blond hair and green eyes, Justin was a drop-dead gorgeous friend of mine. We were both studying at the same college with the same major, and I saw him in every one of my classes. I'd spent many nights jerking off thinking about this hot stud!! He had a trim waist and nice, nice legs. We'd played volleyball together before and watching him jump around in those shorts very nearly gave me a heart attack -- my heart was pounding every time we jostled for the ball and my cock swelled with lust every time we touched. He was one of the first people I told when I came to college, and he took it pretty well -- very well, actually, for a straight boy. He never made a big deal of it, to him I was just another guy, no different from anyone else. Maybe that's what attracted me to him. Still, though I'd often fanta- sized about doing it with Justin, I never thought I'd be proposi- tioning him -- and I never, ever thought he'd agree! It was a Friday night, and we were in Justin's car. He pulled out onto the roadway and into the traffic. Justin looked unusually preoccupied as he drove on through the night as he ran five stop signs without noticing. I looked at him carefully. He was driving with only one hand, the other one hanging out the driver's window.
"Uh...Justin?" No response. "Justin? You okay?" Still no response. "Hey! Justin!" I touched his thigh lightly as I said it. He jumped a little and turned.
"Hmmm? What?"
"You've just run five stop signs without even slowing down -- are you okay?"
"Yeah...I'm alright, I guess." We pulled into an empty parking lot by the railroad tracks beside the river. It was quiet and the moon, hidden by some clouds, provided little light. He cut the engine and we sat for a while in silence. Finally, he spoke.
"Nice spot, eh, Chris?"
"Yeah...it is kinda nice. Very romantic, Justin."
"Yeah," he laughed. "I used to bring my girlfriend here before we broke up." The smile faded from his face and it suddenly made sense to me why Justin was acting so strangely: he had broken up with his girlfriend exactly two months ago.
"I'm sorry, Justin -- I forgot."
"Hey...it's okay," he said "It's not your fault. Sometimes, I wish...aw, forget it."
I looked carefully at him, and our eyes locked. Shit, I wanted him badly. He looked so helpless. "Justin?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Have you ever..." I took a deep breath. "...like, have you ever wanted to, y'know -- well, did you ever think about trying it with a guy?" There. I'd said it. I'd never, ever been so bold with Justin before.
Justin just stared at me. I looked away quickly.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, embarassed. "I just thought...I could make you feel better, that's all. I didn't mean...fuck, I'm sorry Justin." I stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at him. Had I just soured our friendship? He's probably pissed off at me -- and he should be. I was kicking myself for acting so stupidly. I must have looked like a fool.
After a long silence, Justin let out a sigh. "Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"What...like, what did you have in mind?" I couldn't believe my ears! I turned to look at him again and he moved back from me slightly, still a little wary. I smiled weakly and swallowed.
"Well...I don't know. Anything I guess -- I was just, like, wondering that's all...I mean, if there's anything I can do for you I'd like to help you out."
"Nothing serious?"
"No, no. Nothing serious -- just whatever you'd feel okay with." He seemed to relax a bit.
"I'm sorry, Chris, it's just-" he began, but I cut him off. "No, Justin -- I'm sorry. I was out of place." He smiled and leaned over towards me.
"Hey. Relax. I don't hate you." I felt very relieved when he said that and managed to smile a little. "What I was going to say is that it's just that you caught me off guard. I have been kinda considering trying it with you. I know it sounds kind of lame, but I was just scared, y'know?" He paused, then continued. "I've...I've never done anything serious with guys -- I mean, me and a few buddies jerked off together a bit when we were younger, but we just did ourselves, never each other. But I've been out of any action for awhile since breaking up and jerking off by yourself gets kind of boring after awhile..." I moved closer to him.
"So...can I do anything for you, Justin?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Yeah, probably. I'm so damn horny right now that I could try anything...who knows? Maybe I can get off with another guy. It's really nice of you to offer yourself to me anyways...the least I can do is try it, eh?"
"Well...it's the perfect spot at least!" I said, and we both laughed. The tension was gone between us and at last we felt comfortable with each other again.
"Do you, uh, do oral?" he asked.
I smiled. "You mean you want a blow job, Justin?"
"Yeah," he grinned, "I wasn't sure if you called it the same thing or what -- pretty lame, eh?"
I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch.
"Oh, I don't know..." I said as I felt the bulge in his jeans swell slowly beneath my touch, "this doesn't feel too lame to me..."
Justin groaned and bit his lower lip as I slowly massaged his growing basket. With my other hand, I began stroking his chest and stomach through his shirt. My own crotch began swelling as my cock grew to rock-hard stiffness. Justin leaned back against the door, stretching his frame out across the bench seat with one leg planted firmly on the floor and the other across the back of the seat, allowing me full access to his groin. I bent over and began unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up, exposing more and more of his taut young torso. Soon, Justin's shirt was opened completely from his waist to his collar and the material lay to either side of his body. He had a beautiful body, almost hairless except for a line of dark blonde hair leading from his navel down into his underwear and a fairly dense crop of underarm hair. He lay there, open and inviting, barely breathing a word as I massaged his naked flesh, squeezing and stroking his body.
"Oh...mmmm...ah,yeah..." he moaned as I bent over and kissed his belly. An involuntary shudder went through his body and I looked up into his eyes.
"Everything okay so far?" I asked hopefully.
"Oh yeah...it feels great. Shit, I never knew it could feel so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good with another guy..."
"Well, if you want me to stop -- if I, uh, go too far or something, you know, just tell me to stop and I will..."
"Sounds good...right now, the word is GO..."
I smiled and wordlessly went back to Justin's body. His warm, soft skin felt delicious against my lips and I licked at his nipples, feeling them harden like bullets into my mouth. I sucked at first one, then the other, all the while stroking his body with my hands. I could feel Justin's crotch jammed up against mine, our hard bulges rubbing together eroticly. Moving my way slowly up his body, I licked at his neck, tonguing his Adam's apple and kissing the nape of his neck. He groaned again, and put his arms around me, clumsilly but earnestly. I was in ecstasy as he held me to him closely and I began to work a hickey into his neck.
After I had finished leaving my mark on Justin's neck, I moved up and stared into his eyes, our mouths only inches apart. I could hear him breathing, feel his breath on my cheeks. There was a smouldering sensuality in his eyes and we lay there for what seemed like an eternity, just staring.
"Justin..." I whispered at last, "...can I kiss you?"
He smiled. "What the fuck have you been doing to me up 'til now?"
"Yeah, but I mean REALLY kiss you this time. On the lips. Open-mouthed. A really deep kiss."
He paused and his eyes looked away for a second, as if considering, then refocussed on me.
"Sure," he said, "what the hell...go for it!"
I grinned and kissed him gently on the lips. We moved apart again, and then I kissed him again, more firmly. My lips parted slightly and my tongue ran over his closed lips, seeking entry. Almost instantly, Justin's lips opened themselves to me and we traded tongues, exploring each other deeply. Thrilled, I felt his tongue reach down into my throat and I returned the favor. I felt Justin's hands pull my shirt out of my jeans; his touch upon my naked back, urging me on. He stripped my shirt off and began stroking my shoulders, taking my tongue into his mouth again. We moaned in unison, enjoying each other's oral attentions. When we finally broke the kiss, we were both out of breath and hornier than ever.
"Not bad," I said as I pinched his nipples, "not too bad at all...for a straight boy." He laughed and grabbed my shoulders playfully, pushing me down his body.
"On your knees, cocksucker -- do me good!"
I kneeled on the floor of the car, my face in front of his crotch. Using only my teeth, I undid his belt buckle and unbutt- oned his tight, faded Levis. In the fantastic silence of the warm night air, the sound of Justin's zipper coming undone filled the car with a rude metallic echo that hinted at the carnal plea-sures yet to come...
Justin peeled off his jeans, exposing his crotch to me. I mouthed his erect cock through the thin material of his cotton briefs. The sweet and salty taste of his well-worn Calvin Klein underwear was at once strange and familiar. It filled my senses with perverse and lewd thoughts, thoughts that never failed to turn me on more and more. I licked at the sticky cotton pouch that stood as the last barrier between me and Justin's hard throbbing fuckpole, enjoying the well-seasoned fabric, tasting the delicious essence of a hot young stud in heat. Crotch sweat and cum laced with cologne was soaked into Justin's underwear, and I tongue- bathed his hot nuts through the now wet cotton. As I continued my oral exploits on him, Justin ran his hands through my hair, encouraging me on and on, telling me how much he liked it. After a few more minutes with his tasty cotton briefs, I removed them by taking the waistband in my teeth and pulling the spit-soaked garment off of Justin's body.
There, in all of its circumcised glory, stood Justin's beautiful cock, achingly erect while still soft to the touch -- like velvet over steel. I extended my tongue out slowly, moving my lips closer and closer to his quivering fuckpole. My mouth began to close over his walnut sized dickhead...
"Stop, Chris." Shit. I froze instantly. Oh well. It was good while it lasted. I closed my mouth...before getting to his dick. I looked up at Justin and he put his hands on my head and grinned.
"Just testing." Fuck. I could've killed him. He began to giggle uncontrollably and I couldn't help smiling.
"Do you realize," I said, trying not to laugh, "that I've killed men for less?"
"Aw, c'mon, Chris," Justin said as he took my hand, "how can you hate a guy who's giving you this?" he purred as he wrapped my fist around his stiff, throbbing cockmeat.
Wordlessly, I knelt in front of him again and licked his cock thoroughly, coating his dick in my spit until it glowed in the moonlight streaming in through the front windshield. The moon was brighter now, obscured no longer by the hazy clouds that dimmed the landscape earlier in the evening. It was a good sign. Justin gasped and shuddered again. I bent my head down and took his heavy nuts in my mouth, sucking on them gently. I then rolled them around in my mouth, feeling their weight. I could just imagine the huge load of spermsauce that Justin's balls were churning out, and how incredibly good it was going to taste when Justin finally shot his pent-up load into me. I released his balls and returned to his shaft, licking his hot wet ramrod up and down, over and over again. I twirled my tongue around his hot, hard dickhead, chewing on it gently. Then, I took his entire throbbing cockshaft into my mouth, swallowing his huge spermserver and deep-throating him all the way in, even tucking both his balls into my well-stuffed mouth. I held him there for about five seconds, letting my throat do magical things to his huge rod. Then, I pulled almost all of his prick back out of my mouth, retaining only the walnut-sized dickhead behind my lips. It was then that Justin began thrusting his hips, grinding his cock into my eager, hungry mouth. Justin was fucking my mouth! In and out, in and out, Justin humped my face, forcing his long hard shaft right down into my throat. I loved it! I could hardly believe I had managed to turn a supposedly straight boy on so much! He started telling me again how much he loved it and how fascinated he was that he could get so much pleasure from another guy.
"Ah, yeah...suck that dick, Chris...mmmm, yeah...fuck, man, this feels so fuckin' good...oh, yes, yes, lick that stick...I want to cum in your mouth, cocksucker....oh, ohhhh, shit, you're so much better than that stupid bitch...yes, do it to me, ah, I want it so bad..." he was moaning to himself, pinching his own nipples as he thrusted his hips up. "OH FUCK, FUCK, YEAH...I'M GONNA CUM, CHRIS, OH YEAH, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!"
Justin's thrusts became more and more urgent, and his cries of ecstasy echoed in my ears as his already-gigantic sex organ grew more and more swollen until it was at its biggest, hardest and sexiest. His throbbing manmeat was a fantastic turn on and I gently raked my teeth across his superhard shaft -- not enough to hurt him, but enough to add a delicious sensation to what was likely the best blow job he had ever gotten. Sure enough, Justin began cumming in my throat. I pulled back enough of his cock and jerked on his balls with my hand until I could taste some of his divine spermsauce as he filled my mouth with the boiling hot boyjuice that I craved so much. Wave after wave of thick, creamy cumcream came spewing out of his throbbing fuckpole, so much that I couldn't swallow all of it; I was drowning in a sea of white sticky molten manjuice and loving every minute of it. I loved the taste of Justin's fuckjuices, sweet and rich like fine cream, I let some of it dribble down my chin, and rubbed it into my neck. Some of it leaked out around the corners of my mouth and went sliding down Justin's spit-slicked sexstick and matted Justin's wiry blond cock hair.
Just when I thought that I'd surely choke on the sheer volume of Justin's cum, the flow abruptly stopped. Justin's body went limp and he lay gasping for air, his chest drenched with sweat, completely spent from his violent and passionate orgasm. Pulling his rapidly softening prick from my mouth, I moved on top of him again and we shared a sensuous open-mouthed tongue-kiss. I passed some of Justin's cum back to him, letting it drip slowly from my mouth into his. He savored the unique thrill of tasting his own well-heated juices, and let them slide down his throat as we tongued each other hotly.
"Fuck....I never knew how amazing another guy could make me feel!" Justin sighed as he stroked my chest.
"So...it was, ah, good for you too, I take it?"
"Chris?"
"Yes?"
"I think I'm in love..."
"Yeah, right. And tomorrow we won't say a word about what happened tonight, we'll never have sex again, you'll meet a nice girl, get married, invite me to the wedding and you'll name your first child after me."
"Even if it's a girl?"
"Especially if it's a girl."
Justin laughed and planted a wet kiss on my neck, his hands roaming my still flushed body.
"And what," he said between wet swipes of his tongue, "if I wake up tomorrow and think `Yeah, that was good. I could go for this, too'?"
"Then I'd say you probably swing both ways."
"Isn't that good? Doesn't that mean I double my chances?"
"You know something?" I asked, "You're a slut, Justin."
"Thanks, Chris. I love you."
We lay there for a while, enjoying each other's bodies. It seemed like a long time as we lay touching, exploring, feeling, stroking. I had dreamed about doing it with Justin for so long, and I had always thought it would be like this, yet now that I had tasted his cum, there was none of the driving passionate urges I normally had to fuck his ass raw or wrap my own lovehole around his steely rod. Rather, there was the far more satisfying feeling of contentment: I felt content to leave Justin's ass for another day, confident that I would in fact one day fuck Justin's hot tight virgin ass; content and confident in knowing that, chances were, he'd want to suck me off and drink my cum or maybe even fuck me with his big prick.
And sure enough, there came a time when we did fuck each other, and suck each other. But right then, I was just happy that I'd made him happy. I'd seduced a straight boy, and I was proud of it!
==== Chris Chin ______ hcchin@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca
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