by Wolfe, Sean
“Well, that’s cool,” he said nonchalantly. “Then you’re a natural, because your ass is begging for more than just my finger. And let me tell you, it feels fucking hot up inside there.”
“Thank you,” I said, and cringed again as I realized how utterly ridiculous I sounded.
Tony kicked off his boxers and lay on top of my back. His legs lay across my legs, and were smooth and hard. His cock was hard and hot and throbbing against my ass cheeks, slipping between them and rubbing against my hole. I expected him to lean down and kiss my neck and nibble on my ear ... to whisper in my ear and tell me to relax and that it’d all be okay. But instead he massaged my back and shoulders. Then he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Open up that sweet ass and take my cock, dude. You know you want it.”
Not exactly the romanticism I’d expected or hoped for on my first time out, but I did as he told me. I took a deep breath and relaxed every muscle in my body. Tony lifted his hips and positioned his cock head at my hole. When he felt me exhale, he covered my mouth with one hand and slid his cock all the way inside me.
His cock was long and thick and hard, and it hurt like no pain I’d ever felt before. It felt as if muscle tissue was being ripped from my bones, and I imagined I could actually feel myself bleeding to death. I tried to scream, but it was muffled by his hand over my mouth. I tried to fight him off and squirm out from under him, but that only drove his big cock deeper inside me, and made him more excited.
“Yeah, you love that cock up your ass, don’t you, bitch?” Tony said as he slid in and out of my ass.
Tears streamed down my face, but I couldn’t say anything because his hand was still covering my mouth. The thought ran through my head that I was being raped, but I knew it wasn’t true. I’d never told him “no” at any point, and in fact, had very willingly sucked his cock and gotten him all worked up. I’d flirted with him a little over the semester and knew that at least a few times he was watching me beat off in the dark while I looked over at his naked body lying on top of his blankets. This was not rape in any way. I wanted this, and I wanted it badly. I just needed to go about it differently. Go about it the right way.
I relaxed a little more, and licked Tony’s palm that was covering my mouth. I felt him tense up a little when I did that, and when he started to move his hand from my mouth, I pulled one of his fingers into my mouth and sucked on it.
“Oh, fuck,” Tony moaned and slid in and out of my ass a little faster.
In the blink of an eye, the pain in my ass became complete and absolute pleasure. I lifted my ass to meet Tony’s thrusts, and tightened my ass muscles around his cock as it thrust in and out of me. I whimpered with pleasure each time his cock slid all the way inside me and tickled my prostate. My own cock throbbed painfully, and when I wiggled it against the sheets, my ass writhed around Tony’s cock.
“See,” Tony said as he slid his finger from my mouth and grabbed my waist from both sides. “I knew you wanted my fat cock inside you.” He held my hips in place and slammed into me deeper and harder.
“Fuck me harder,” I said a little too loudly, and spread my legs further apart so just a little more of him could get just a little deeper inside me. Where the hell did that come from? I wondered. But only for a second, because before I knew it, I felt my orgasm building deep inside my balls. “I’m gonna cum, man,” I whispered hoarsely, as my cock slid against the sheets and bright colors floated in front of my eyes.
“Shoot your load, dude,” Tony said as he leaned down and bit me hard on the neck.
I did. With his cock deep inside my ass and his mouth latched onto my neck, I shot a load I thought would never stop. With each squirt, it felt like every ounce of lifeforce in me was being drained. I shuddered and quivered as my ass tightened even more around Tony’s cock and I shot my load into the sheets.
“Fuck me!” Tony yelled, and quickly pulled his cock out of my ass. He was barely out before the first shot of his hot load sprayed across my ass and back. I didn’t count how many shots there were, but when he finished, I was covered in his warm, sticky cum.
I felt his knees give way, and a second later he was lying on top of me. He was breathing heavily.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, just a little tired,” he said.
I expected him to roll off of me and head to his own bed. But a few seconds later, he was snoring, still lying on top of me. I started to push him off, and rolled over onto my back. But then something strange happened. Tony was snoring loudly and was definitely asleep, but his cock began to harden again as it still lay between the cracks of my ass. It took less than a minute for his cock to get fully hard and throbbing again, and as tired and spent as I was, ... I found myself hard and horny again.
I twisted and wriggled just a little to one side, and Tony’s cock was positioned right at my hole again. I pressed my ass against his cock, and this time it slid in with no resistance, and made me quiver as he slid all the way inside my ass. I thought that would wake him up, but he continued to snore and didn’t move. So I began thrusting my ass up down the length of his cock. Even with him asleep and snoring on top of me, his cock was very much alive.
His breathing pattern didn’t change at all, but mine did as I fucked his dick. I slid my hand beneath me and grabbed my cock. It only took a couple of thrusts. The feel of my hand around my cock as Tony’s thick pole was up my ass ... and knowing that I was in control this time around ... sent me over the edge. I sprayed another load into my hand and shuddered with pleasure.
It wasn’t long at all before I fell asleep too. Tony was still fully hard and buried inside my ass, as my last conscious thought went through my head.
It must have been a couple of hours later when Tony finally woke up.
“What the FUCK?” he said, as he pulled his cock out of my ass in one swift move that felt like I’d had a wisdom teeth pulled.
“OWWWW!” I cried out.
“What the fuck happened here?”
“You were at a party in Karen Thomas’s room last night and had a little too much to drink.”
A foggy look of confusion crossed his face. “Yeah?”
“I was asleep when you got back here. You were really shit-faced and crawled into bed with me.”
Tony pulled the blankets up to cover his nakedness, and looked at me with those puppy dog eyes that were about to cry. I might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I could tell that his biggest fear at that moment was he was a fag.
“You kept calling me Karen and rubbing me up. You told me that I had great tits and that you wanted to fuck me.”
“I did?”
“Yeah.”
“But ...”
“You were drunk as shit, hard as a rock, and much stronger than me. So I just thought it’d be easier to let you fuck me and get it over with. I didn’t want to fight with you.”
“I fucked you?” He looked like he was gonna be sick.
“Yeah. But you thought I was Karen Thomas.”
“So I’m not ...”
“No, Tony,” I said, and held his chin in one of hands. “You’re not gay.”
He just stared at me.
“Yes, Tony. I am gay. You fucked me thinking I was a girl. So you’re not a fag. I liked it a lot. It felt great, so I let you do it. So I am a fag. But you must not have liked it very much, because you didn’t even finish. You fell asleep pretty quickly after starting, and then I must’ve fallen asleep right after that.”
“So that’s why my dick was inside you just now? We fell asleep with my cock inside your ass?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Yes. It’s a very nice cock.”
“Thanks. So I’m not ...”
“No, Tony, you’re not. But I am. You cool with that?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, but got out of the bed with the sheets still wrapped around him and walked into the bathroom to shower.
There were three weeks
of school left, and Tony and I barely spoke to one another after that. I could tell he was nervous around me. He came to the room very late at night, long after I’d gone to bed, and slipped into bed fully clothed. When we did have occasion to speak, it was as brief as possible and mostly superficial.
To his credit, Tony never said a word about me to anyone at school. It might have been because he couldn’t out me without divulging his part in my first experience. But it was more likely because he was a really good guy at heart and didn’t want to hurt me.
That night ... that experience ... changed my life. I became a man that night. I became my own man that night. I no longer felt the need to hide who I was or make excuses or lie. I came out to my friends and my family. Some of them were cool with my newfound confidence and pride, and others were not. That was, and still is, okay. I became me that night, and knew I’d never turn back.
When school started again in the Fall, I joined the Gay/Straight Alliance and became active in their political and social activities. I learned Tony had joined a fraternity and was no longer living in the dorms. It was a good thing, really. We’d never have been able to be buddies again. It would always be awkward between us. And I wanted him to be happy and secure in himself. The fraternity would provide him with that. And if by chance he got a little too shit-faced again, I was sure the fraternity would be able to provide him with more of what he needed as well. And that, conveniently, no one would remember it the next morning.
As for me, I was stuck with a pimply-faced computer nerd from Mississippi. His name was Robert, and he was totally obsessed with me from day one. He followed me around like a lost puppy. Even offered to carry my books to class, if you can believe it. I caught him beating off under the covers several times at night when he thought I was asleep. Sometimes I’d sleep naked and on top of the blankets, stretching and flexing my muscles—a couple of times even fully hard—and watch him with one eye as he looked at me and sprayed his load all over himself.
Then I’d grin and fall asleep.
PART II
Through the Eyes of Geminis
Kyle
I walked into the living room and threw my bag onto the floor. I closed my eyes for a second, and took a deep breath. It worked in the movies sometimes, so what the hell, it couldn’t hurt right? I clicked on the light and opened my eyes. No movie magic here. Dirty clothes were strewn around the living room and the pizza box with one lingering two-day old slice of pepperoni and sausage still sat perched atop the kitchen counter. The sink was full of dirty dishes. So much for movie magic.
I sighed and waded my way through the clothes on the floor to my bedroom. It was just as bad there, but at least I could tell the pile of clean clothes on the floor from the pile of dirty clothes on the floor, and I discarded my work clothes into the dirty pile and plucked up a pair of wrinkled jeans and a T-shirt from the clean pile and put them on.
My roommate of the past six months went and got himself a boyfriend, and moved out a couple of months earlier. There was no way I could make the rent on a two-bedroom apartment in Denver’s gay ghetto and ridiculously overpriced Capitol Hill area all by myself. Shit, I was only doing temp work. I was lucky to afford my staple of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (the powder cheese variety, not the fancy squeeze cheese kind), Ramen Noodles and the occasional luxury of Domino’s Pizza.
And so, since Markus moved out, I’d let myself and my place go a bit. Okay, more than just a bit. But hey, I was twenty-three years old and on my own for the first time in my life. I had a right to stress over my current situation. Both of the months I’d lived alone I received a three-day notice to “pay or quit the premises.” Trust me, there was nothing I would have liked more than to “quit the premises,” but I couldn’t. There was no way I was moving back in with my parents. And even one-bedroom apartments in this area were outrageously overpriced. It was cheaper to stick it out and try to find a roommate to take the second bedroom than to find a place of my own.
But I hadn’t had much luck in that search. And one simply cannot function normally under such duress. Certainly a clean apartment and washed and folded clothes was out of the question.
I boiled a couple of cups of water and dropped the beef Ramen noodles into it, and sat down at the computer. There was no doubt where I’d be going. There never was when I was feeling like this. I needed to get laid, and there was really only one place for that.
Manhunt.net.
I logged on and scrolled through the profiles of the guys in the Denver room as I slurped the noodles into my mouth. There were three or four friends that I’d chatted with before, and I said hi to them. But chat was not what I was looking for, so I continued searching the profiles.
One in particular caught my eye because of his screen name. Gemini_Angel. I am a Gemini myself, and my screen name was Dark_Lil_Angel. I couldn’t ignore the similarities, so I pulled up his pics and profile.
Angel or Devil ... You Decide!
Me: 35 y/o, 5’ 7”, 140 lbs, slim athletic body, br/br.
I’m a typical Gemini, and can be either an angel or a devil ... it’s all up to you. Mostly bottom, but will top for the right young, smooth hottie.
You: 20 – 35, in shape, HOT, energetic and TOP.
Your eyes and lips will catch my attention first.
Dimples will get you anything U want.
Latinos and Blacks move to the front of the line!”
The profile sounded pretty hot, so I opened up his pictures. There were five posted. Two of them were really cute pics of his face, and the other three were downright HOT. One was a facial shot with his face covered in cum that got my dick rock hard as soon as I looked at it. His tongue was sticking out and licking some of the cum from his lips, and I almost shot a load looking at it. The other two photos were of his cock and ass, and they were so hot I thought they had to have been doctored. But I didn’t care. I had to chat with Gemini_Angel.
<< Hey, wassup? I love your screen name >> I tried to play it cool and coy.
I stroked my cock and looked closer at his pics while I waited for his reply. It came about a minute later.
<< Not too much. Goofin off a lil. You are HOT! >>
I smiled and felt myself blush.
<< Thanx. So are you. I love your pics >>
<< Ditto here. I wouldn’t think you’d need to be on this site to find sex. From the looks of your pics you could have anyone you want >>
My smile grew bigger, as did my cock, and I couldn’t suppress a little giggle. Damn it, I thought, butch it up. This guy’s hot and sounds interested. He wants a butch top, not a giggling little schoolgirl. You can do this.
I took a deep breath, then typed out quickly, << thanzz. I can. I wsny u >> and hit “Send” before I could correct my spelling mistakes. “Shit!” I yelped, and slapped myself lightly across the face.
<< LOL. That’s cute. I wsny u 2 >>
I giggled again, then butched up my laugh, even though I was alone. This guy was cute and funny. I had to continue chatting with him. So I did, but before I knew it I was pulled from my trance when the phone rang.
“Hey, hag.” It was Josh, one of my best friends. “Listen, whatever you had planned for tonight, forget it. I need you.”
“Why? What is it this time? Do you need your nails painted again? Or does your dress need hemming?”
“Well, you’re on the right track. I just got a call. One of the girls canceled for the show at Charlies tonight, and they asked me to sub for her. I need your help getting ready. And I really need your support during the show. You know how nervous I get when I perform.”
I glanced back at the screen and the chat window with Gemini_Angel. I couldn’t believe we’d been chatting for over two hours. And I really wanted to hookup with him. But Josh was my friend, and I couldn’t say no to him.
<< Can u meet me at Charlies tonite at 8?? >> I typed awkwardly as I balanced my cell phone to my ear with my shoulder.
“I’m not hearing an answer,” Josh said.<
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“Just a minute,” I said. Why was it taking Gemini so long to respond?
“What do you mean, ‘just a minute’? Are you really thinking of not coming?”
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“No, of course I’m not thinking of not coming,” I said as I breathed a sigh of relief. What time do you want me at your place to help tuck and tape?”
<< Good! I’ll see you there >>
“NOW! The show is in two hours. I’ll never have enough ...”
“Calm down. I’m on my way,” I said as I hung up.
<< OK. I’ll be wearing a red sweater and black jeans >>
<< Can’t wait to see you. I’ll be wearing a blush on my face and a hardon >> I typed quickly and then logged off before I started giggling some more.
Charlies was ... well, it was Charlies. I love the bar, don’t get me wrong. It’s my hangout, and I’m there at least a couple of times a week. But if it’s not the way-too-busy half-priced drinks Thursday, or the slightly less crowded Saturday night, it can be a little depressing. Like Denver itself, the bar is very eclectic. It is first and foremost a cowboy bar, and has been for the past twenty years. But a couple of years ago they converted a struggling attached restaurant into the “Party Bar,” which played contemporary high-energy dance music, and drew a much younger and diverse crowd. It’s a lot of fun on Thursdays and Saturdays to watch the middle aged cowboys mingle with the spiked and painted twink goth punks.
But anytime other than those two busy nights the place can be a little dreary. And this was a Tuesday night. The Party Bar was hosting the fundraising drag show that Josh ... excuse me ... Sookie ... was performing in. At 8:00 there were maybe a dozen people scattered to watch the show. I already was bored and didn’t want to be there, and I started fidgeting. Where was Gemini_Angel?
“Go on, girl, just go ahead and call him,” my other best friend John said as he made a production of turning around and passing out Tuaca shots to me and a group of three other friends. “You know you’re dying to.” He raised his glass and we all clinked ours to his. “Here’s to going down ...” he batted his eyes and smiled that Julia Roberts smile of his. “... smoothly and gently. Cheers.”