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Drunken Frat Boy

20 September, 2016 (03:39) | first time gay sex,, hot gay sex, Uncategorized | By: Gaysexstories

By Warwick (jlittle@yada-yada.com)

***

I’m a graduate student and am as gay as a three-dollar
bill. I live in a town, which has one of those 24-hr
adult bookstores, with video viewing booths in the back.
The owners are very cool about not harassing patrons who
go into booths together to suck each other off.

I was cruising around the back room late one Friday night
when this gorgeous young studly guy came staggering in,
obviously quite drunk; just drunk enough, I thought, to
allow himself some sexual experimentation maybe.

He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that
he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if
he had locked it, and he had not. Getting no objection
from him, I entered the booth. He was still wearing his
white cotton boxers (a huge turn-on for me), and I could
tell that his cock was hard. I reached down and stroked
it through the material finally slipping my fingers
through the fly and squeezing his cock.

Up until then, I had been so busy concentrating on his
crotch that I had not noticed his shirt, which identified
him as a Theta-Chi, as did his archetypal baseball cap. I
raised his shirt, revealing a hard, smooth, tanned chest
and flat tummy, with just a light dusting of hair. This
kid couldn’t be more than 19 or 20. I sat down in the
chair so courteously provided in the booth, so that his
7-inch boner was mere inches from my face, twitching and
bouncing slightly in anticipation of the worship it was
about to receive.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his
plump, circumcised head and then closed my lips around
it. As I sucked leisurely, he caressed the back of my
head, gently urging me down on his throbbing tool, both
of us moaning with pleasure. Not wanting this encounter
to be too brief, I moved away from his cock temporarily,
and I started kissing and nibbling his large, dark brown
nipples. This he also liked, but I kept moving, sniffing
at his neck, tasting his earlobe, and then daring to see
if he would kiss me.

To my great delight, he willingly accepted my tongue into
his mouth. On the rare occasion that I get a “straight”
guy, kissing is one of my favorite things to do. I took
off his cap and stroked his lovely dark brown hair as we
continued to kiss. He told me his name was Kyle.

“Have you ever sucked a guy’s dick, Kyle?” I asked,
hopefully. “No,” he said. “Want to try it?” He simply
nodded, seating himself in the chair where I had been
just minutes before.

It was hard for me to believe that he had never given
head before, as he did it so expertly. Perhaps he had
just thought long and hard about doing it. His
beautiful, young, warm mouth eagerly engulfed my 6-1’2-
inches, as I ran my hands along his peach-fuzzed face
and down his now-bare chest. “Come to my place,” I
suggested. He hesitated, asking how far away it was.
Only a few miles, I assured him. He seemed reluctant
still, so I upped the stakes: “You can fuck me there,”
I promised.”

After a little more kissing, cuddling, and sucking, I
convinced Kyle to go home wit me. He rode with me in my
car, and it was all I could do to keep on the road as I
steered with one hand and rubbed his crotch with the
other. He told me he had a girlfriend, but that she was
in Chicago; whenever she would leave town, he would come
to the video booths to get blowjobs. I surely was glad
that she was out of town!

I asked him if he liked to eat pussy, and he grinned
sheepishly and nodded. This really turned me on, as there
is nothing more exciting to me than the thought of a
straight hunk slurping hungrily at a pussy. “I’d love to
watch you eat pussy,” I said, adding, “I wish I had a
pussy for you to eat.”

He said nothing, just grinned. It didn’t take us long to
reach my apartment, as I had been driving like a fucking
maniac in my frenzy to get this boy to my bed.
We went inside, and I offered him a drink.

“Beer would be good,” he said. As I took two cold ones
from the fridge, he said he had to take a piss. “Can I
watch?” I asked. “NO!” he replied, surprised that I
would even ask such a thing.

I myself was surprised that he wouldn’t let me, but he
said he got “stage fright” if anyone watched, and he
couldn’t pee. So I allowed him this little privacy,
knowing that I would get another look at that cock soon
enough.

We went up to my bedroom, careful not to wake my
roommates, a straight couple (but very cool) in the
bedroom across the hall. We each took a couple of big
gulps of brew, and set aside the bottles. I removed his
shirt and cap, playing with his lovely chest and tummy
a bit before lowering his trousers. Once his pants were
off, I once again relished the sight of him in his lily-
white boxers, which contrasted nicely with his tan.

This was a sight which, I suppose, his frat brothers (Oh
lucky men) had seen many times. “Do you mess around with
the other guys in your fraternity?” I asked him.

“Fuck no,” he said, “but I’ve thought about what it would
be like I guess.”

Even if he was handing me a load of BS, this was exactly
what I wanted to hear: he was a straight boy who had
never had sex with another guy but had always wanted to.
After tickling his cock through the linen of his shorts
and gently stroking his pubic hair through the open fly,
I pulled the shorts down to reveal once more that
magnificent object of my desire. I bent over and briefly,
lightly kissed his cock-head, and then quickly shed all
my clothes.

I led him over to the bed, where we lay down side by side
and started to french kiss, our bodies pressed together,
each of our rock-hard dicks pressing insistently against
the other’s tummy. We lay there for a good long while,
just kissing and stroking, as if we were lovers. At that
moment, I indeed did love this boy more than anyone else
in the world, even though I didn’t know him at all.

Finally, I moved over on top of him, letting the tip of
my dick trail down his belly and through his soft pubic
hair over his balls, as my tongue moved from his lips to
his chin to his neck and down to his nipples. I tarried
there for a while, as he seemed to like having me suckle.
His girlfriend must have done this a lot, I thought
(lucky woman!); if not, she should have her head examined.

Knowing what treasures awaited me below, however, I moved
on, grazing my tongue and teethe lightly across the line
of hair leading down to his navel, flicking my tongue
inside his belly-button a few times, and then burying my
nose in his bush, inhaling his sweet manly scent. His
cock pulsed impatiently at my cheek, and I didn’t keep it
waiting much longer. I slowly lowered my head onto his
member, moving down further and further until it hit the
back of my throat.

After just a few passes up and down his shaft, I shifted
around into a sixty-nine position. Kyle needed no further
encouragement, and he gladly took me into his skillful
mouth. As I think I said already, I could scarcely
believe that he was a novice at giving head — he did it
so well. But I’ve always had a theory that most guys just
intuitively know how to give blowjobs, since they know
what THEY like to have done to their own cocks. We
pleasured each other for quite some time, switching from
cock to balls and back again, and then I decided to give
him something he had probably never had before.

“Turn over,” I instructed him, “and hike your ass up for
me… Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you.”

He obeyed willingly, offering up his slightly hairy crack
to my appreciative gaze. I tentatively stuck out my
tongue, licking briefly at his virgin hole. He had been a
good boy and kept his ass squeaky clean, so I began to
lick more in earnest. He wriggled with delight, moving
his ass up and down over my tongue.

Before long, I was munching on him with all my heart,
making wide passes with my tongue over his whole
sphincter, alternately licking and smooching with my
lips, occasionally darting my tongue into his insides.
I came up for air just long enough to ask, “What else
would you like me to do.”

His reply surprised me: “You can do anything you want to
me, man.”

I knew that he had been enjoying himself; his deep moans
of pleasure and his seductive hip movements had told me
that. In a way, I found it hard to believe that no one
had eaten out this gorgeous butt before, but I suspect
that not many straight women do this for their men. Oh
well, their loss, our gain, right guys?

So there I am, with a frat boy’s bare, saliva-drenched
ass staring me in the face, with him saying, “Do whatever
you want to me.” I took him at his word and decided that
he wanted to get fucked. While I’m not really into anal
sex (or at least I wasn’t before that night), I wasn’t
about to deny his wishes. Furthermore, I had promised
that he could fuck me, so I figured I’d be top while I
had the chance.

“Now, Kyle, I want you to tell me if it hurts too much. I
don’t want to hurt you; you’re too beautiful to hurt — I
want to make you feel GOOD.”

“Just do it,” he urged.

I had slipped on a rubber and lubed it up, so I mounted
him from behind, slowly pressing my cock against his
cherry hole. “It’s easier if you sort of press out at
me,” I advised him. It must have worked, because my head
slipped right in. He moaned a bit more loudly than he had
before, so I stopped and gave him a chance to adjust.

“OK, keep going, but real slow,” he said.

I did as he asked, moving my cock about another inch into
my dream-come-true. After that, it was smooth sailing, as
I slid all the way in and then slowly out, back in, and
out again and again and again. Before long, I had to
stop, or else I would come. I didn’t want to come yet; I
wanted to prolong this as long as possible.

“My turn?” My dream stud asked playfully, sheepishly.

“OK,” I said nervously, “but let’s take it really slow,
just like I did with you.”

“Sure thing,” he assured me.

I gave him a rubber and some K-Y, and rolled over on my
side. “It’s easier for me this way,” I explained. I had
practiced many times with a dildo, so there was no
surprise for me with the momentary pain. It soon passed,
however, and Kyle was sliding his manhood in and out of
me at a good clip. We repositioned so that I was face-up
and he was fucking me between my legs. As he humped me,
I fantasized that I was a young girl and he was my big
brother come home from college. I loved it when my big
brother Kyle put his dick in my pussy! Sorry for that
digression, but it is honestly what I was thinking at
the time.

I told him not to come, because I wanted it in my mouth.
Obligingly, he pulled out soon afterward, holding his
load for a while longer. I asked him if he wanted my
cum, and he said “No.”

Oh well, I thought, can’t have everything. I still wanted
his, though, so I had him stand up beside the bed, as I
sat and sucked. Within four or five minutes, he was ready
to shoot his load. I had been stroking myself all the
while, and as soon as his thick, creamy juice his my
tongue, I shot all over his legs and myself. He came
quite a bit, and I drank every drop.

We hurriedly toweled off; I invited him to spend the
night, but typical man that he was, he declined. I drove
him back to his car, thanking him for making a fantasy
come true for me. He also thanked me for the experience,
but I knew somehow that I’d probably never see him again.

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