I'm sorry it's been so long since I last wrote in this thread. Honestly, not much has happened between me and my straight friend recently—which is strange because we've lived together for about eight months now, and I thought that it would only ramp up. We still drink and party together, and we spend more time together than ever, but pretty much all the "funny business" stopped once we moved in together. Our relationship became more serious as we had to worry about paying rent, chores, work, etc. I also really think he started to catch on to me being gay the past year or so—there are many reasons why I think that, and I won't get into all of them, but he doesn't seem to have a problem with it. He just stopped getting naked in front of me, and vice versa. As you can guess, that all changed one night when we crossed a line we hadn't before, and then on subsequent nights when other gay stuff happened. I am still shocked that all of this actually happened, I have known this guy for most of my life and I have always believed he was 100% straight. I guess him bending over and showing me his asshole should have told me, and now that I look back on it a few more things makes sense, but nonetheless it is still shocking.
Before I write this, I want to do another description of Devin [fake name, but I figured I'd give him one this time]. We are both 24 right now—he is about 6 feet tall with brown hair, swoopy hair, and brown eyes. He dresses like a southern frat boy most of the time, even though he was never in a frat, and only wears boxers. He exercises regularly but isn't buff and has a little bit of a stomach, but is definitely still skinny—and his body hair is pretty minimal except for his chest and pits. As I said in my previous story, I've seen him naked many times. He keeps his pubes trimmed to almost nothing [for his girlfriend], and his dick is about 3 inches soft. I have seen a pic of his dick hard, and he's told me several times that it is about 7 inches. His ass is really something to behold. It is pale and hairy and round and squishy, but still firm; it's hard to describe. If you want a description of his hole, check out my last story. He is "very straight" and claims that to this day [even after the events of this story, but that is for another time]—but I do have reason to believe now that he does have some attraction to men deep, deep down, even if he doesn't believe it.
I'll also describe myself because I am also nude in this one, and I'll give myself a fake name—Jordan. I am also brown-haired and about 6 feet tall, if not a little over. I keep my hair a little bit shorter for less maintenance, and I keep light facial hair all the time. I wear khakis/slacks most of the time for my job, with a casual polo, and I wear briefs only. I am slightly heavier than Devin (about 180) and have a little bit of a stomach, and I have almost no body hair other than my pits. I don't shave my pubes/balls almost at all, but they do grow pretty nicely once they've grown out a while. My dick is about 3 inches soft and 6-7 inches hard. My ass isn't as nice as his but it's still big; it's flabbier, and I have almost no hair except around my hole, which is tight.
Now for the story—the first part took place on a Friday about a month ago. Devin doesn't have a job right now, and I stopped from work at about 6 PM. We immediately cracked open a beer and started drinking, and it didn't take long before we brought out a bottle of dark rum, which is a pantry staple for us lol. We played some Halo on his old Xbox for a couple of hours and then watched some Youtube, and I eventually fell asleep. In my drunken sleep, I remember Devin getting up and going into his bedroom, but not much else. A couple of hours pass, and I am still asleep on the couch, but have sobered up some, so I can remember the parts where I was awake. I feel a weight sit at the other end of the couch by my feet, and then I feel im lay down and his body press up against mine. I am still in and out of sleep, so I haven't processed what is happening. I reach my hand behind me and come into contact with skin instead of clothing, right around where his waist would be. I reach my hand back a little further, grazing my hand across his slightly-hairy, bare skin, until I reach his hairy asscrack. I feel his breathing against the back of my neck, and it sounds like he is asleep. I run my hand up his back, and he doesn't have a shirt on, then I go the opposite way and feel his legs, and there is nothing there. He came out here completely naked, other than long white socks which I can feel rubbing against my feet.
My heart instantly starts beating through my chest. His arms are wrapped loosely around my waist, and his dick is probably positioned right next to my butt. I decide that I need to start seeing if he is awake. I run my hand along his back and then start at the base of his back, and run my fingers along his buttcrack. I do it once, and there is no movement. I do it again; this time, I push my fingers slightly further into his crack, to the point where I can feel the matted hairs on the inside of his crack. When I get to the bottom of his ass, I grab his buttcheek/upper thigh and shake it a few times [it literally clapped, lol]. That roused something in him; he gripped his arms around me tighter and pulled me closer. I took this as a sign that what I was doing was not a bad thing. Now is the time to test my luck. I wriggle free of his grasp so there is room between us, and I place my hand around his knee and slowly start moving my hand toward his crotch. I want to repeat, I moved very slowly, and he had any chance to stop my hand. My hand gets closer, and closer, and closer, and all of a sudden I feel the soft wrinkles of a ballsack. I hesitate and then keep going; I extend my hand over to where I think his dick is laying and slowly put my palm on it. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest; there is so much heat radiating from his cock that I can feel my hand start to get sweaty. I slowly wrap my fingers around his limp shaft and hold it there for a second. I realize that this is the point of no return—there can be some explanation for everything that has happened up to this point, but if I jerk his dick, there is no questioning that I like cock.
I think "fuck it" and start to move my hand back and forth. It felt like an eternity that I was sitting there jerking him off, but his dick did not stir at all. All of a sudden, his breathing pattern changes, and I instantly know he is fully conscious now, but what I wasn't expecting was his cock to stiffen ever so slightly. He wasn't erect, but there was definitely a difference in how it felt, and he definitely knew that too. I don't think he knew what to do with his hands; I don't think he is attracted to dick, so his hands didn't go to mine. He locked his arms around my chest and pulled me closer again, this time his face was right behind my neck, and his breathing was on my neck more than ever. The tightness of his grip around my chest caused me to stop jerking him, and Devin moved his face closer to mine; his lips were right next to my ear, and he whispers, "keep going." I can feel my own dick about to burst through my pants, so I slip my finger into my waistband and yank one pant leg enough for my cock to pop out. I reach my hand back and instantly find his semi-erect cock, and this time, I grab it harder and jerk faster. He unlocks his arms, and one of his hands moves up to my neck. I finally feel his cock start to stiffen more. His hand grips around my neck, and he begins to squeeze, not enough to fully cut off my breathing, but enough to slow it down. I start picking up the speed on his dick; the harder I jerk his dick, the harder he squeezes my neck. Before I know it, his cock fully fills my hand and is hard as a rock. Every few seconds, he loosens his grip around my neck and allows me to catch my breath. I keep jerking and jerking, and I can feel the finish approaching, the tip of his dick starts to ooze precum. His hand is tighter than ever around my throat, and this time, he does not let up; he just keeps squeezing, and I keep jerking. I can feel the blood pumping in his cock, and I know that it's almost time. I genuinely start seeing stars, and as soon as I was sure I was gonna black out, he frees his hands up, and I feel his cum shoot out across my ass and the back of my legs.
It takes me a few seconds to process what just happened, and I can imagine he is in the same state. I can feel my cock about to burst; I look down, and it is fully at attention. I sit up while pulling my other pant leg down to my feet. He is still on the couch behind me, and I figure, fuck it, I'm gonna finish with a view. I lean back and lay down so that my head is at his feet, and my cock is fully in his view. He adjusts himself so that he is facing me instead of being on his side, and I have a perfect view of his softening cock, with jizz splattered all over his thigh. I take my dick in my hand, and all it takes is a couple dozen tugs, and I shoot my load all over my chest. It takes me a couple of seconds to come back to reality, and my gaze trails up his body and our eyes meet for the first time during this situation. He almost has a scared, wide-eyed look, but my face is red, and I can't help but have a slight grin on my face. "Well, that just happened," I blurt out. "Yup," he replies meekly. For someone who literally almost just choked me out while I was jerking him off, he is quite shy about it. He actually covers his dick as he is getting up, which I thought was hilarious after what just took place. He walks into his room, perky butt bouncing per usual, cock and balls covered, and says "goodnight" before shutting the door.
I take the scene in again; I have his cum smeared all over me and the couch—it is everywhere. Mine is in a neat line on my chest, and I take my shirt off and get up off the couch. I stumble a little bit, out of drunkenness, exhaustion, and having just been nearly choked out; I struggle and almost fall over. I make my way to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and say, "holy fuck." My whole neck is red and a little raw. I GENUINELY do not think I like being choked, but there was something about the whole situation that made me hard again. I take my dick in my hand and start jerking, and I remember that I have Devin's cum all over me. Most of it is dried, but I can find one spot on my thigh where it clumped up enough, and I get as much of it as possible onto my finger, and then stick it in my mouth. I don't really taste anything since it was so little, but just the notion of his cum being in my mouth makes me shoot ropes again, nearly instantly. My legs are weak at this point after having two massive orgasms, and I stumble into my room, crash onto my bed, and go right to sleep.
THANK THE LORD my neck didn't end up bruising, but it was definitely still red and sore the next morning, but I work from home, so that's nothing to worry about. I don't think I saw Devin for the next 48 hours [our apartment layout makes it easy to avoid each other], and when we finally saw each other, we did not mention a thing that happened. We started warming back up to each other after a couple more days, but it would be another couple of weeks before we'd mention what happened.
I will be honest, I ran this through an AI filter to clean up some of my writing, but I made sure it kept it mostly the same. None of the story was written by AI but I'm not a liar so I thought I'd mention it. The next part could be just as good as this one, but it's gonna have a lot of dialogue, and I am even worse at that than prose. I might have to rely on AI a little more for that one.
Before I write this, I want to do another description of Devin [fake name, but I figured I'd give him one this time]. We are both 24 right now—he is about 6 feet tall with brown hair, swoopy hair, and brown eyes. He dresses like a southern frat boy most of the time, even though he was never in a frat, and only wears boxers. He exercises regularly but isn't buff and has a little bit of a stomach, but is definitely still skinny—and his body hair is pretty minimal except for his chest and pits. As I said in my previous story, I've seen him naked many times. He keeps his pubes trimmed to almost nothing [for his girlfriend], and his dick is about 3 inches soft. I have seen a pic of his dick hard, and he's told me several times that it is about 7 inches. His ass is really something to behold. It is pale and hairy and round and squishy, but still firm; it's hard to describe. If you want a description of his hole, check out my last story. He is "very straight" and claims that to this day [even after the events of this story, but that is for another time]—but I do have reason to believe now that he does have some attraction to men deep, deep down, even if he doesn't believe it.
I'll also describe myself because I am also nude in this one, and I'll give myself a fake name—Jordan. I am also brown-haired and about 6 feet tall, if not a little over. I keep my hair a little bit shorter for less maintenance, and I keep light facial hair all the time. I wear khakis/slacks most of the time for my job, with a casual polo, and I wear briefs only. I am slightly heavier than Devin (about 180) and have a little bit of a stomach, and I have almost no body hair other than my pits. I don't shave my pubes/balls almost at all, but they do grow pretty nicely once they've grown out a while. My dick is about 3 inches soft and 6-7 inches hard. My ass isn't as nice as his but it's still big; it's flabbier, and I have almost no hair except around my hole, which is tight.
Now for the story—the first part took place on a Friday about a month ago. Devin doesn't have a job right now, and I stopped from work at about 6 PM. We immediately cracked open a beer and started drinking, and it didn't take long before we brought out a bottle of dark rum, which is a pantry staple for us lol. We played some Halo on his old Xbox for a couple of hours and then watched some Youtube, and I eventually fell asleep. In my drunken sleep, I remember Devin getting up and going into his bedroom, but not much else. A couple of hours pass, and I am still asleep on the couch, but have sobered up some, so I can remember the parts where I was awake. I feel a weight sit at the other end of the couch by my feet, and then I feel im lay down and his body press up against mine. I am still in and out of sleep, so I haven't processed what is happening. I reach my hand behind me and come into contact with skin instead of clothing, right around where his waist would be. I reach my hand back a little further, grazing my hand across his slightly-hairy, bare skin, until I reach his hairy asscrack. I feel his breathing against the back of my neck, and it sounds like he is asleep. I run my hand up his back, and he doesn't have a shirt on, then I go the opposite way and feel his legs, and there is nothing there. He came out here completely naked, other than long white socks which I can feel rubbing against my feet.
My heart instantly starts beating through my chest. His arms are wrapped loosely around my waist, and his dick is probably positioned right next to my butt. I decide that I need to start seeing if he is awake. I run my hand along his back and then start at the base of his back, and run my fingers along his buttcrack. I do it once, and there is no movement. I do it again; this time, I push my fingers slightly further into his crack, to the point where I can feel the matted hairs on the inside of his crack. When I get to the bottom of his ass, I grab his buttcheek/upper thigh and shake it a few times [it literally clapped, lol]. That roused something in him; he gripped his arms around me tighter and pulled me closer. I took this as a sign that what I was doing was not a bad thing. Now is the time to test my luck. I wriggle free of his grasp so there is room between us, and I place my hand around his knee and slowly start moving my hand toward his crotch. I want to repeat, I moved very slowly, and he had any chance to stop my hand. My hand gets closer, and closer, and closer, and all of a sudden I feel the soft wrinkles of a ballsack. I hesitate and then keep going; I extend my hand over to where I think his dick is laying and slowly put my palm on it. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest; there is so much heat radiating from his cock that I can feel my hand start to get sweaty. I slowly wrap my fingers around his limp shaft and hold it there for a second. I realize that this is the point of no return—there can be some explanation for everything that has happened up to this point, but if I jerk his dick, there is no questioning that I like cock.
I think "fuck it" and start to move my hand back and forth. It felt like an eternity that I was sitting there jerking him off, but his dick did not stir at all. All of a sudden, his breathing pattern changes, and I instantly know he is fully conscious now, but what I wasn't expecting was his cock to stiffen ever so slightly. He wasn't erect, but there was definitely a difference in how it felt, and he definitely knew that too. I don't think he knew what to do with his hands; I don't think he is attracted to dick, so his hands didn't go to mine. He locked his arms around my chest and pulled me closer again, this time his face was right behind my neck, and his breathing was on my neck more than ever. The tightness of his grip around my chest caused me to stop jerking him, and Devin moved his face closer to mine; his lips were right next to my ear, and he whispers, "keep going." I can feel my own dick about to burst through my pants, so I slip my finger into my waistband and yank one pant leg enough for my cock to pop out. I reach my hand back and instantly find his semi-erect cock, and this time, I grab it harder and jerk faster. He unlocks his arms, and one of his hands moves up to my neck. I finally feel his cock start to stiffen more. His hand grips around my neck, and he begins to squeeze, not enough to fully cut off my breathing, but enough to slow it down. I start picking up the speed on his dick; the harder I jerk his dick, the harder he squeezes my neck. Before I know it, his cock fully fills my hand and is hard as a rock. Every few seconds, he loosens his grip around my neck and allows me to catch my breath. I keep jerking and jerking, and I can feel the finish approaching, the tip of his dick starts to ooze precum. His hand is tighter than ever around my throat, and this time, he does not let up; he just keeps squeezing, and I keep jerking. I can feel the blood pumping in his cock, and I know that it's almost time. I genuinely start seeing stars, and as soon as I was sure I was gonna black out, he frees his hands up, and I feel his cum shoot out across my ass and the back of my legs.
It takes me a few seconds to process what just happened, and I can imagine he is in the same state. I can feel my cock about to burst; I look down, and it is fully at attention. I sit up while pulling my other pant leg down to my feet. He is still on the couch behind me, and I figure, fuck it, I'm gonna finish with a view. I lean back and lay down so that my head is at his feet, and my cock is fully in his view. He adjusts himself so that he is facing me instead of being on his side, and I have a perfect view of his softening cock, with jizz splattered all over his thigh. I take my dick in my hand, and all it takes is a couple dozen tugs, and I shoot my load all over my chest. It takes me a couple of seconds to come back to reality, and my gaze trails up his body and our eyes meet for the first time during this situation. He almost has a scared, wide-eyed look, but my face is red, and I can't help but have a slight grin on my face. "Well, that just happened," I blurt out. "Yup," he replies meekly. For someone who literally almost just choked me out while I was jerking him off, he is quite shy about it. He actually covers his dick as he is getting up, which I thought was hilarious after what just took place. He walks into his room, perky butt bouncing per usual, cock and balls covered, and says "goodnight" before shutting the door.
I take the scene in again; I have his cum smeared all over me and the couch—it is everywhere. Mine is in a neat line on my chest, and I take my shirt off and get up off the couch. I stumble a little bit, out of drunkenness, exhaustion, and having just been nearly choked out; I struggle and almost fall over. I make my way to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and say, "holy fuck." My whole neck is red and a little raw. I GENUINELY do not think I like being choked, but there was something about the whole situation that made me hard again. I take my dick in my hand and start jerking, and I remember that I have Devin's cum all over me. Most of it is dried, but I can find one spot on my thigh where it clumped up enough, and I get as much of it as possible onto my finger, and then stick it in my mouth. I don't really taste anything since it was so little, but just the notion of his cum being in my mouth makes me shoot ropes again, nearly instantly. My legs are weak at this point after having two massive orgasms, and I stumble into my room, crash onto my bed, and go right to sleep.
THANK THE LORD my neck didn't end up bruising, but it was definitely still red and sore the next morning, but I work from home, so that's nothing to worry about. I don't think I saw Devin for the next 48 hours [our apartment layout makes it easy to avoid each other], and when we finally saw each other, we did not mention a thing that happened. We started warming back up to each other after a couple more days, but it would be another couple of weeks before we'd mention what happened.
I will be honest, I ran this through an AI filter to clean up some of my writing, but I made sure it kept it mostly the same. None of the story was written by AI but I'm not a liar so I thought I'd mention it. The next part could be just as good as this one, but it's gonna have a lot of dialogue, and I am even worse at that than prose. I might have to rely on AI a little more for that one.
