Chapter One
Once again, I was sitting home on Saturday night. It was always Saturday nights that sucked. Every Friday, I was out with girls from work. I was in Denver for a summer internship and I was fortunate enough to be there with 3 other girls, also in grad school. We'd hit happy hour every Friday after work.
Mandy, Olivia, Jenny, and I would get hammered and end up crashing at my apartment. Trying to get everyone together on Saturday was so unsuccessful, I gave up and planned on being home Saturday nights. This quickly turned into grabbing something for dinner, watching a movie, getting horny, watching porn, and creaming all over myself. I watched porn throughout the week, but after a few drinks on Saturday, I was watching gay porn. It never took long switch over from straight to gay porn. I became fixated on seeing guys on their knees sucking a huge cock and the desire in their eyes to have that cock stretch their ass. I used to fantasize I was the guy sucking cock and my having my face buried in a pillow because a huge cock was ramming my ass until I begged to be his bitch.
This wasn't the first time I fantasized about gay sex. I had been fantasizing for years, but had never taken the plunge to try it for myself. I came close once with a guy I met online. We were right on the verge of driving 1.5 hours each, meeting at a hotel, and then spending the rest of night having him fuck me until he felt I had sufficiently enjoyed being a bottom slut. This was somewhat of an enigma to me. That vision was very different than how I presented myself at work. I was the high-flier, smart, good-looking straight guy on the prowl. Every once in a while, I would run into a group of people who assumed I was gay. Maybe my desires were transparent to everyone but me. I've never been exactly sure of what made people think that. I'm a stocky 5'7", with dark, curly hair. Despite my height, I had been a successful athlete in college and now visited the gym regularly. I'd slept with dozens of women and been hit on a few times by gay guys, but none could ever tempt me enough to give in. Now, however, I needed to get laid, and if that meant getting fucked, then I was ready.
After being in Denver for a month, I decided I was going to change my Saturday habit and go out by myself. There was a Yankees -- Red Sox game on, so I decided I go down to a sports bar, grab some dinner and beers, and watch the game. The bar wasn't that crowded. They had a live band playing later in the night, so I thought maybe it would get busier later, but I'd be home by then. I sat down with a couple of empty chairs on either side, and ordered a beer and a shot of Jack. I was finishing my 2nd beer when another guy sat down on my right side. He asked if anyone was sitting there and I said there wasn't. The bar had filled up since I first got there, so I didn't give his request a 2nd thought. He was about 6 ft. tall with short brown hair. I could tell by his arms he spent more time at the gym than I did. We didn't speak for a good 15 minutes until I asked for a menu and he asked the bartender for one as well.
"Have you ever had the wings here?" he asked.
"No, I've only been here for drinks a few weeks ago," I responded.
"Best wings in town, I swear," he stated as he looked up from his menu.
"I'll keep that in mind. What else is good here?" I asked.
"You can't go wrong with a burger or a sandwich from here."
The bartender had just come over and asked if we were ready to order. I stumbled for a second when he said he was ready and order a burger. I ordered the first sandwich on the list. As we handed her our menus, he told her wanted a dozen wings and to put them on his check.
"You've really got to try the wings; hope you like them hot."
"Thanks, that's really nice," not knowing what else to say.
I'm Jordan," my confident, new friend introduced himself.
"I'm David."
"You're a Yankees fan, aren't you?" he asked me.
"Is there any other kind of fan?" I retorted with a quick smile. "Please don't tell me you like Boston."
"I'm from CA, so I have to root for someone, and everyone who plays the Yankees."
We started a conversation and I told him I was there for the summer. He explained he was leaving after the summer too. He had just graduated from college and was going back to California at the end of the summer to find a job. We ate our dinner, drank a few more beers, and watched the game. He told me I should stick around for a while, because the band was good and there would be tons of hot girls. It wasn't too late, I was having a good time, and having some eye candy to entertain sounded better than the alternative. It suddenly hit me I would be home jacking off to gay porn, staring at guys that looked just like Jordan. I got a twisted surge in my stomach. Was he gay? Was he interested in me? Would I really do it if given the chance?
Those questions lasted about 10 seconds as Jordan's ordering a round of shots broke me out of my trance. "To good times," he raised his glass, lowered it to the bar, and swallowed the entire glass without trouble. I was a second behind him, having been taken off guard.
He went to get up and put his hand just above my knee to push himself out of his chair.
"I'll be right back, why don't you order another round of shots."
I was about to be drunk and the night was still young. I ordered a round of tequila as the band began to play. Our shots came right as Jordan came back to sit down, but he had no use for my leg this time.
We listened to the band drinking our beers, watching the girls dance. After a few more minutes Jordan handed me another shot. I was about to turn it down as I was already feeling pretty good and still had to drive home. Seeing the dilemma on my face, he told me this is was his last one too.
"Let's go dance." With that Jordan tossed down his shot glass and walked to the dance floor. Not being much of a dancer, I hesitantly followed him. I found myself next to Jordan a few rows from the stage where everyone was dancing to the music. Everyone was close, so it was easy to grind with strangers. Getting into the music I felt someone come up behind me and start grinding on my ass, but I could feel a semi-hard cock pressing into my ass and blood charging to my own dick. I lost myself for only a few seconds as I turned around to see Jordan enjoying my ass on his crotch. I looked at him with a look of extreme nervousness.
He leaned close to my ear and said, ?It's okay, we're not alone. No one will notice." I looked around and saw about half the people dancing were dancing with someone of the same sex.
"We're close to campus and this is a gay friendly bar," he added to my observation.
"What if someone from work sees me?" I was trying not to freak out.
"I don't think you need to worry about that, we won't be here for much longer," he said as he pushed on my hips to turn me back around. My cock rock hard in seconds. Jordan's hand groped my ass, barely letting me move. He squeezed my ass after he was satisfied with his exploration. He hands pressed hard as he pulled me back into his cock and slid his hand down to my own.
He cupped his hand over my now fully erect dick, gave a small squeeze and said in my ear, ?that's what I thought. Let's get out of here."
When we got out to the parking lot, he asked where my car was. I pointed down the row and we started walking to my car. He followed me all the way to my driver's side door. He groped my cock again.
"I can't wait to see your cock. We're going to have a great time tonight." His words were intoxicating.
I reached my hand out to feel the first cock that was not my own. He had a bulge in his jeans. I felt the outline of his thick cock running down his thigh. "How big are you, I inquired."
"8 inches," he replied.
"For real," I expected him to be kidding. Only guys in movies and stories have 8 inch cocks.
"For real, does that make you nervous?"
"It's my first time with another guy," I eagerly admitted.
"For real," his tone echoed my own. I didn't have time to answer, not that it mattered. This was my one opportunity. I could fulfill my ultimate fantasy. I was ready to slut myself out to him, and I think he knew it. "Follow me, I drive the Jeep a few cars down. I just live a mile down the road." With that, he walked away fully knowing I would follow him.
When we got to his apartment he opened his front door. He lived by himself and his apartment was nice, but I could hear a television through the wall from the apartment next door. He offered me another beer. "So it's your first time with a guy, and you just meet a guy in a bar and follow him home.
You must really need some cock."
It's been a fantasy of mine for a while," I said, nervously. "Seemed like a good opportunity to try something new."
Jordan took a few steps forward. "I had a few minutes to think about it in the ride over, and I have just the thing for you to try." He started rubbing my cock, which was still hard. 'do you fantasize about top or bottom?" "Bottom," I said without hesitation.
"Mmm, looks like I found a little bottom slut for my dick." He unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans. I stepped out of them. "Take off your shirt," he told me as he pulled my boxers to my ankles. In less than 20 seconds I was completely naked in the presence of a stranger. He cupped my balls and worked his way up to my shaft, massaging my engorged dick. I closed my eyes and after a moment, I felt his lips spreading my own apart as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was a little shocked. I never fantasized about kissing men -- maybe when I was super horned up, but we were barely doing anything.
He pulled away and without speaking undressed himself. His 8 inch cock flung up when he pulled off his boxer briefs. He stepped toward me, reached out and held both of our dicks in his hand; his dick obviously had 2 inches on me and the thickness to match.
"You have a beautiful dick. Jump up on the counter and let me show you a few things." I jumped up and immediately Brandon was pushing my shaft back to tongue my balls. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth and I let out a small gasp. His hands began roaming my chest as I felt my dick ever so slowly enter his warm, wet mouth. I moaned. It felt amazing. My mind was spinning. I knew right then I wanted to be his slut for the rest of the night. I moaned again, louder than the first. I don't think my dick had ever been that hard. After another minute as I began to perfect my moaning, communicating my intense arousal, he stopped and beckoned us into his bedroom.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. I wanted his cock to be the first one I ever put in my mouth. I dropped to my knees and scooted closer grasping his cock gently in my hand. He didn't say anything; just put his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair guiding my mouth directly over his 8 inch gagsicle. He prodded his dick against my lips lightly. I started kissing the tip of his head; my hand began to stroke his shaft.
"It's okay, you know you want it. Now, open your lips like the slut I know you are and take my cock,"
Jordan smoothly said. I obeyed without hesitation. He pushed his hips into my face as his cock filled my mouth until my lips hit my hand that was holding the base of his cock.
"See, you can take more if it than you think." He slowly pulled his dick from the back of my mouth. I saw his dick staring at me covered with my spit. I took him in my mouth again when I heard a woman moaning on the other side of the wall.
"She sounds like a slut just like you are. Do you want cock more than she wants cock," he prodded enough to get a response. I started bobbing my head up and down, giving my first blowjob like a whore desperate for a repeat customer. I tried to get his cock into my throat, and I immediately gagged. I tried again, my head going down so far that his thick head spread my throat and hit my tonsils, making me gag and a sucking noise. His pole greased with my saliva, my hand easily followed my bobbing head, jerking his manhood into my greedy mouth. The moaning through the wall was getting louder.
"Sounds like she's really getting fucked now." He pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up. He ran his dick across my cheeks and lips and flung it back across my face. I lurched, trying to have his cock land in my mouth. "You really are a cock-starved slut. Don't worry; I'm going to give you what you want soon."
He pulled my face back into his cock, skewering my mouth until my nose hit his pubes. I started moving my mouth and hand in tandem. I could feel the change in his body as he started to relax. I was going to give my first orgasm tonight. I continued for a few minutes, exploring his dick, going fast sometimes, slowing down at others. I don't know how long the only noise in the room was my slurping mouth filled with Jordan's cock, but he broke the silence: 'do you hear that silence' That's that little slut sucking the cock that just fucked her. She likes to make sure she finishes the job with her mouth."
I wasn't sure what I was in for, but I was too far gone to care. I wanted to make Jordan cum. I wanted to make sure my cock sucking experience ended in an eruption of cum. I continued my mouth stroke with the rhythm I had obtained before. Jordan's hands roamed to the back of my head as I felt his ass tighten. He held my head in place while he fucked my mouth in long hard strokes. He was sliding into my throat and my gag reflex opened my throat up more. He pulled out and told me to open mouth.
He stroked his massive dick inches from my face with force, pulling his head. With a guttural moan, the first shot of jizz hit my forehead. It shocked me, but the second shot was right behind it, hitting just under my eye on my check. The third shot, just as forceful as the first, flew right into my mouth, landing on my tongue. He continued to shoot another few jets all over my face. I could feel a few drips hanging from my lips. He used his dick to wipe the cum falling from my lips and slipped it into my mouth as I licked his dick clean. I knew the taste of cum, but never this strong. I had tasted my own cum on occasion, but I had just had an entire dickshot to flavor my mouth.
My dick still rock hard, he reached down and wrapped his hand around my shaft. "Looks like you definitely had a good time." He tightened his grip as I got up to sit on the bed. He laid me down, stroking my dick. "Let me return the favor." Before he could get his mouth to my dick, I was exploding cum. Three jet streams hit me on the chest. I kept cumming all over my stomach and eventually his hand. He grinned from ear to ear as he raised his hand to my mouth to feed me my own cum.
I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had lived my fantasy. I had sucked a dick and made a man cum all over my face. I had tasted his cum and it was now inside me. My senses coming back to me, I realized I was still naked in Jordan's apartment in the middle of the night. I put my clothes on while Jordan walked over to a shelf. He turned around when I was fully dressed. He kissed me lightly on the lips again and handed me a card.
"Here's my number. Text me right now so I have yours." I texted the number he gave me.
"I'll see you soon," he told me he walked me out the door.
"Sure, I responded without effort as I was thinking I had had my one gay adventure and was now satisfied. He closed the door behind me when the apartment door next to Jordan's opened up. I walked down the sidewalk to my car when I looked over at the petite woman exiting from the apartment. I took a long stare.
"Jenny?" I asked in disbelief.
"Her head shot up and looked straight at me. "Hey," she responded, taken off-guard. "What are you doing here?"
Shit -- what was I going to say? That I had just blown a guy for the first time? No one would ever believe I was straight again.
"Oh, you know, probably the same thing you're doing here--having a good time," I responded quickly.
She looked at me for a quick moment and a huge grin appeared on her face. "Yeah, sometimes it's nice to meet new people and let loose, you know, especially when it turns into a good time."
"Indeed I do," I smiled back.
"Alright, well, have a good rest of the weekend." She got into her car, backed up, and drove out of the parking lot. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair. As soon as I touched my temple, I felt it. There was a glob of cum in my hair right next to my forehead. I drove the entire way home nervous that Jenny had seen it, and wanting to swallow that last bit of Jordan's cream.
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