From the time I sat down in my biology class, I was scoping out the guys. It was my first day at the college, and being that it was Kentucky I expected that it would be filled with only the worst of the nerds. But I had to have it, as it was required curriculum...
Let me introduce myself, my name is Broderick. I am six foot one, about two hundred pounds. I have brown hair, and keep it shaved into a high and tight. I have one of those square country boy faces. Kind of a block head. I work out a lot, because I play football every Sunday with "the boys" and it has become a pride issue for me. I am not the biggest boy in the world but I am as sturdy as a brick shit house.
For as long as I can remember I have been gay. I lost my virginity to a girl, and the very next night to a guy. (But this of course is another story). I was however not into your typical gay guys. I had always liked guys who were straight. Obviously however if they messed around with me they weren't. But what I mean is, I was into guys who enjoyed the anonymity that a closeted life brings... These guys are generally your ultra masculine guys, and that is what has always appealed to me.
Plus for me, its always been about the thrill of the hunt. Put yourself in an environment where you don't think anyone is gay, and try to find someone to have sex with... That is a real challenge. None of this nickel and dime porn store shit for me... I wanna feel like I have accomplished something when I finally get a piece. I feel like sex these days has just become too damn easy. And for me easy sex is boring sex.
So I am thinking about all this shit, when "he" walks in... The only stand out country boy in the room. Now obviously, since everybody in there was from out of state, or out of my county. (Which when you live life as a country boy, life generally doesn't exist outside of your county line)
This boy was fucking amazing. He was about five foot, ten inches tall, maybe one hundred sixty pounds... If he was that heavy. But he was solid muscle. One of those stocky skinny boys. You could tell he was no stranger to hauling hay. Blondish brown hair, medium length, in that "just rolled out of bed" hair style that is so common with country boys. He had a scruffy face, and a goatee. This basically looked like on Sunday when he shaved he shaved in a goatee. Unlike most city folk, ninety nine percent of the country fellers only shave on Sunday before church.
That afternoon I made sure I bumped into him out in the hall. I used some lame comment about the class to get me in the door. From our conversation I found out the guys name was Ryan. Ryan was 19, had a girl friend, enjoyed hanging with friends, and was addicted to beer.
Instantly I knew what my key in, and I threw out the number one straight boy come on line... "Hey we need to get together and drink a few one day between classes." His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. "Sure man, I get out of my next class at 11:30 lets do beer and pizza."
So started the ritual, every day me and Dean would take lunch. We talked about life, girlfriends, sex, and in general anything that was the subject of the day. Quickly we became fast friends. After about a month or so, I got the invite... The one that would change our relationship as friends forever.
It was a warm, sunny, spring morning. I had walked outside the school building with some girls. They were going to smoke, and I was going to get a dip. For those who don't understand what a dip is, its basically finely cut chewing tobacco that you pack in your lip. I was always looking for Dean, we kinda had a little game going. The first person to see the other person was to point, and hold a point until the other person saw... Kind of an "I got you, your dead" scenario.
I caught him out of the corner of my eye... He was pointing, and I knew I was done for... When he finally made it up to me, he threw a punch to my shoulder "Boom baby I got you." I threw out a friendly hand shake "What's up brother" that was our standard greeting. He had a strong powerful handshake. In the country you always shook hands with your friends. Kind of an original country tradition. If you liked someone you shook their hand. Stems back to the yester year where shaking hands was done to show that you were unarmed.
"Hey man, my brother is getting married this weekend... I am throwing him a bachelor party at my house... Gonna be lots of beer, you should come" I about exploded right there, a straight boy, some beer, and an over night stay. I knew I was gonna finally get what I was after.
I showed up at his house, right on time. He showed me around, I got to see his horse, and rottweilers. Then we went into the house where I met his brother, and his brothers friends. We got down to the drinking, and running our mouths. We talked about cars, played some pool, played some poker, and finally decided it was time to retire for the night.
I retired to Dean's bedroom, and shortly he joined me with a six pack of beer. "We have to drink these fast man before they get warm" We drank the beers, and half way through the first one Justin said "Man I gotta piss, I have been drinking all night... Time to break the seal" "Alright." was my reply.
He got up and moved into the bathroom, we had been talking about school. So I got up to go to the door while he was pissing, and continue the conversation. He told me how much he hated our biology teacher, and we made jokes about him. The whole time I was watching him through the big mirror.
This boy hauled out quite possibly the biggest soft cock I had ever seen. It was about six inches flaccid, with enough foreskin that it had a decent size hood. I was in shock and awe...
He didn't pull the skin back just started pissing. We continued to talk, and he kinda looked around. Then it happened. We locked eyes, and I knew that he knew I was watching his cock piss... He just kinda grinned and then continued to talk about school.
We sat back down, and he downed his next beer. The topic changed to hunting, and fishing. And he proclaimed he was tired, and was going to change into his sleeping gear. I told him that was fine and we continued to talk.
Then the ol' boy did something I thought was rather brave. He started stripping right there while talking to me, almost as if it was an every day occurrence. I continued to watch him strip out of his clothes, that boy had a hairless perfect chest. "I ain't showering even though I stink, so your just gonna have to deal with it man." I replied "Hey man its your room..." and kind of chuckled.
He bent over completely naked, and started digging through is dresser drawer. His ass was right in my face. I could see his hot little pink pucker, covered with a small coating of fine blondish brown hair.
He pulled out a football jersey and said "I sleep nude most of the time but I will wear my football jersey tonight" I shrugged and replied "Ok" He put the jersey on, and I thought I was gonna die. His muscular frame filled the jersey out perfectly. He came over to the bed sat down beside me and cracked open another beer.
"So man, have you ever fucked a girl before?" I came close to passing out. "Yeah, man, I have had sex with lots of girls, why?" I said with a little bit of denial. "Well I saw you watching me piss..." there was a short pause "you wanna suck my cock don't you?"
I didn't know what to say but I wanted to suck this boys cock something awful. I was still in shock and couldn't reply. So Dean went a step further he stood up and pulled up his jersey, moved in and the dome of his foreskin was just inches from my face.
There were no signs that he was starting to get hard, and I couldn't figure out if this was some sort of test he was trying to pull here. "Come on man, suck it, I ain't gonna tell no body" I couldn't stand it, the temptation was too much. I opened my mouth and took in his soft cock.
The skin was so soft, and gamey tasting. I could actually taste the piss and stale dick cheese the second it entered my mouth. Dean just groaned. That is when it started to happen, his cock started to get hard. The boy was a grower and a shower if you know what I mean.
It didn't take long, to nurse his cock to its full nine and a half inches. It was as big around as a beer bottle. Large veins ran through it, I was amazed the boy had a cock this huge. Even fully erect, the head was still completely covered in foreskin.
I continued to suck his cock; "Ahh, man, stick your tongue in my foreskin" I flicked my tongue under the foreskin on the top of his cock, and amazing the hood just seemed to suck my tongue into it. "Swirl your tongue around man..." I ran my tongue around the inside of his skin, and got a taste of his stale man hood. "When I jerk off, I squirt and leave as much in my skin as I can... I think it smells good, don't you" I could tell he was referring to the abundance of head cheese he had stored up. I just shook my head.
He grabbed the back of my head, with one hand, and his beer with the other. Pulled my head deep on his dick, and took a huge drink. I was choking on his cock. He held me there for a second as his cock started to go soft... And with in a few seconds let loose a piss torrent that damn near drowned me. I got the hang of it though with some encouragement. "Swoller man, swoller that piss" Dean whispered. "Swoller it and you won't choke." I started gulping the boys piss down wondering how he knew if I swallowed I wouldn't choke.
"Fuck yeah man, I knew you were a cock sucker from day one" Dean told me. I even scoped you out, I knew if I hung around you enough eventually you would be on my cock. Dean reached down and started to undress me. First he unbuttoned my pants... "Take 'em off" I did as I was told.
Like all country boys I go commando. So there were no draws on and my hard cock was now exposed. I am a pretty decent size boy myself. About 7 inches but really thick. While I was standing bent over, and pulling my pants off, I heard Dean spit. Then I felt his warm wet hand on the crack of my ass.
I heard him crack another can of beer, and down the whole thing. I continued to service his cock. Then I felt his hand back on my ass. He inserted a finger, the whole thing very quickly into my ass I jumped forward. He said "Yeah, you like that don't you, buddy" I just mumbled and started sucking his cock with renewed force.
He continued to finger my hole, then pulled all the way out and jammed two in... All the way... "Gotta get that fuck hole of yours ready, so I can plow that ass. You want that don't you, fuck boy?" I had never taken a cock in the ass. Most of the straight boys I played with just wanted sucked. I didn't know what I wanted but I knew I was not able to reject him.
"Yeah Dean fuck me" "Get on the bed and lay on your stomach" Dean said in a soft but confident voice. I laid on the bed, and looked over my shoulder. Dean was getting his cock coated in spit. He spread my legs with his knees, and I felt the pressure of his cock head on my asshole. I turned and said "Your gonna go slow right man, I have never done this..."
Dean rolled his eyes... "If I wanted to be with a bitch I would have called my girlfriend" And with that I felt the searing pain of his entire cock, entering me at once... Then Dean collapsed down on top of me... Holding me down... "Take it man... " I was biting into the pillow trying not to scream out loud... "Take it man, and be quite or else my brother will wake up then you will be in trouble" As my ass became accustom to his mammoth cock, I could feel the organ jerking inside me. Dean got up on his knees and grabbed his beer. He downed the rest of it in a chug, and said "You used to that thing yet?" I just kinda shook my head, and suddenly I felt what felt like a flood of lava being set loose in my guts.
I realized Dean was pissing in me. My guts started to swell. Suddenly, the piss stopped, and Dean started to piston my ass hole with his mammoth stick. I could feel his piss running down my leg. His cock was ripping my hole apart... I loved the way it felt. Dean picked me up into the doggy style position and reached around to grab my rock hard cock. As Dean would pull out of my ass he would pull out on my cock... Then almost as if it were a handle use my cock in a downward jerking motion to impale me on his rock hard tool.
He then stopped fucking me and started pissing almost instantly again. Almost as if I was running low by the amount that was running down my leg. As soon as enough pressure built back up in my ass he started pile driving me again.
The bathroom light came on, I had forgotten that he shared the bathroom by his brothers bedroom on the other side. And then Dean says "Hey, Kyle, is that you?"
I heard his brothers half drunk booming voice "Yeah."
"Hey man get in here... " I tried to pull off of Dean but he just grabbed me and pushed back on.
"Hey, man, I am naked, just trying to take a quick piss" his brother replied.
"Yeah we're naked too, come in here I got something for you"
I saw his brother peak out, a huge grin on his face. "Oh really?"
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