As I continued to kiss him, I reached down and began to undo Colt’s pants. As I’d helped him, he assisted me in loosening his belt and getting his pants down to mid-thigh. I wanted more. I pulled Colt onto the mat and pushed him so that his bare ass faced me. I spat on my hand and rubbed my fingers over his quivering anus.
Even with his face buried in the blankets, I heard him mutter, “Oh, shit yeah,” followed by a moan that told me he liked what I was doing. I moved my thumb into his hole. His dick pointed straight down; I saw a drop of precum fall from the end of his stiff rod. He was probably between five and six inches long, and the circumcised head was about the same diameter as his shaft. But his dick wasn’t the focus of my interest. I wanted to bury my erection inside him. I wanted to fuck him.
I mixed my spit with the cum that still oozed from my piss slit, and I rubbed a little more on his hole. As though I had done it a hundred times, I moved myself forward and pushed the head of my cock into his tightness.
Colt gasped.
I added more spit to my dick and pushed my way in.
Little squeals came from my sex partner. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he said repeatedly.
Whether that was his response to his ass stretching to take me or a command didn’t matter. Once my dick was in as far as I could push it, I began to slowly pull back. I seemed to know just how far to pull my cock out before changing direction and sliding back into him. I leaned forward and wrapped my left arm under his left armpit and up to his right shoulder. This held him in place as I began to piston more rapidly in and out of him. My right hand reached down and grabbed his dick. I squeezed and massaged his cock as though I were milking a full udder.
I fucked him until I sensed an orgasm building. I pulled out of him and rolled him onto his back. I wanted to see his face. His mouth made a silent gasp and his eyes shot wide open when I plunged my cock back into him. His knees moved farther apart as if beckoning me to drill more deeply into him. His palms covered my nipples as his fingers moved across my chest hair.
I grabbed his shoulders and pounded his pussy as if madness had overtaken me. I tried to grab his cock again, but rolling him onto his back had moved his underwear down over his dick. I was nearing the end of my frenzy, and I pushed forcibly into him and dumped three loads into his belly before collapsing down.
I bent my head to the left and sucked his outer ear into my mouth. I was licking it as my dick plopped out of him, and I came to my senses.
What the fuck had I just done? I just fucked another guy. This wasn’t just some bizarre sex fantasy that straight guys have when they’re young. I’d actually done it. I’d let a guy blow me and lost my mind.
I stood up and pulled my pants on.
Colt pushed himself up and looked at me. He didn’t say anything.
I didn’t say anything. I left and hurried to my truck. I drove straight home and found myself in the shower. The hot water did not wash away the guilt that I felt coursing through my veins. I played out the scenario in my head, and my dick got hard again. I reached down and jerked it, and as I saw myself fucking Colt, my dick exploded for the third time that day.
I rinsed myself off and stood in front of the mirror with a towel around my shoulders.
“You’re gay,” I told myself. “You’re fucking gay.” I looked down at my dick. “You enjoyed fucking that hole. And you,” I pointed at myself, “you enjoyed kissing that man.” I turned away. I was in disbelief. I’d spent the last four years avoiding girls because I didn’t want to end up with a kid and a ruined chance at what I wanted out of life. I shook my head. I could have been getting blowjobs and fucking guys and having the time of my life.
I was heading off to college in two months. I turned back to the mirror. “I’m sure Colt will want to have some more fun after I explain to him why I ran off.” I stared more deeply into my own eyes. “But I bet he’s not the only one in town who’d like me to stuff my dick inside him.”
I needed to make a plan.
Colt seemed extra shy at school the next day, but he agreed to meet me when classes were over. I explained to him that I was just surprised at how much I enjoyed the sex and needed some time to process. He said he understood. He was surprised at how things went, and while he was a little sore today, he’d enjoyed it.
I told him I’d be up to another encounter, and he told me that he’d be happy to meet me the following week. “I don’t want people to see us hanging out too much, and I think my butt could use the time to recover. I leaked cum out my ass all night.” He laughed slightly before walking away.
I just nodded and got into my truck. I’d really hoped he’d be up to another round. I was really horned up, but I didn’t just want to go home and jerk off. I figured at some point I was going to work up the courage to go to the Corner Pocket. It was a pool hall, but everyone knew it was a gay place. I decided that now was as good a time as any. I started the motor and off I went.
The pit in my stomach didn’t start until after I crossed over the railroad tracks near Central Avenue. The empty feeling grew with each cross street. The last time I felt it, I was on a zip-line. I had hesitated, and my cousin had told me to ‘grow a pair.’ I stepped off the platform. I’m glad I did, but it wasn’t the thrill of a lifetime, so I didn’t go back for a second time.
I parked in the lot that served several businesses, took a deep breath, and walked straight to the front door of the Corner Pocket. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the change in illumination. I could tell that there were several tables on each side of a path that led to a bar that was tended by a rather good looking man in his twenties. A few of the tables were occupied by older men, and off in the distance, I could hear the noise of billiard balls clicking together.
I headed back to the bar. I knew I wasn’t old enough to order a drink, but a drink wasn’t what I wanted even if I had been old enough. I wanted to remain fully aware of what I was doing. As I neared the bar, I moved off toward the right end. I figured that would give me a better scan of the room.
The barkeep walked over to where I had seated myself. “You look old enough, but we card anyone who doesn’t appear to be over thirty,” he said. “How can I help you?”
“I’m eighteen,” I told him. “I’m here because I’m horny, and I heard that this would be a good place to meet someone.”
A grin spread across his face. “I’m Rob,” he said. “Your name must be Straight-Forward.” He grabbed a glass and filled it with a clear bubbly liquid. “That’s 7-up. On the house if you’ll listen to some advice.”
“I’ll listen,” I said as I took a sip.
“One, never lose sight of that drink. Don’t turn your eyes away from it. There are guys here who will try to add to their pleasure by dropping something into it when you’re not looking.”
I nodded.
“Two,” he continued, “if you’re just looking for oral, there’s lots of action that will take place in the restroom in about fifteen minutes or so. That’s when the married guys get off work early and head here to either give or receive some fun. It’s anonymous and you’ll likely never see that same guy twice. Personally, I don’t recommend it.”
“OK.” I waited for him to say something else, but he just continued to look at me. His eyes seemed to be an interesting shade of green. “Is there a three?” I finally asked.
He smiled and nodded. “Three, I’m not allowed to hit on patrons in spite of how attractive they are.” He looked away.
“But, of course, patrons could hit on you,” I said.
Another man moved behind the bar. “Thanks for covering for me, Rob.”
“Sure thing, Steve.” He turned back to me. “I’ll be clocking out and heading home. My car’s in the back.”
I watched him slip past Steve and disappear toward the back. I got up, took one last gulp from my glass and walked out into the bright afternoon sun. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this, and part of me couldn’t believe how easy it was to hook up with a good looking guy so easily.
As I stepped around the back of the building, I saw Rob walking out talking to someone. I froze. What if it happened to be his boss? I didn’t want him to get into trouble. I was trying to decide what to do when the other man walked off and got into a beat up Citroen. Rob headed to a very used Chevy Impala. I sauntered over to where he leaned against the car.
“I’m Jason, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Rob. Do you want to ride over with me or follow me in your car?” He opened his car door and started to get in.
“I’ll follow you. My truck’s in the parking lot over there. Which way are we going?”
Rob gave me directions and told me he would wait for me at the stop sign. It was easy to stay behind him, and he didn’t live very far. Soon, I was following him up the stairs to his apartment door. As we stood next to one another as he unlocked his apartment, I felt my heart begin to race a bit. He closed the door behind us and stood close to me.
I stood looking intently into his eyes, and his right hand moved up next to my ear. His fingers caressed the lobe and gently moved into the hair on the back of my head.
“I wanted to kiss you from the moment you told me you were horny.”
I leaned forward and brushed our lips together. His left hand dropped and cupped my ass cheek and pulled us more tightly together. I could feel his bulge pushing against mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue find its way into mine. The tip of his tongue moved rapidly against the tip of my tongue, and I felt the strangest sensation, almost like a gentle electric shock move through my body.
Rob moved back. “Here’s another rule for you. Any guy who doesn’t want to kiss is only interested in getting his rocks off. He’s not interested in sharing an experience with you. Don’t waste your time with him.”
“So, you’re interested in sharing an experience with me?” I asked, wondering exactly what that might entail.
“I most certainly do. Even more now after that kiss. I want to be with you, on you, in you, and I want you to be with me, on me, and in me. But I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. That wouldn’t be sharing; that would be controlling.
“Tell me, do you want to go with me into the bedroom, or do you want to go home?” The question was soft and gentle, and it made me want him.
“Just take me with you,” I said.
