Tipping back his beer, Brax locked eyes with me. Illuminated by the glow of the fire pit, he looked hot as fuck with his shirt pulled back over his head to reveal his hairy, chiseled pecs. I knew it was a long shot, but I was determined to get his cock inside of me. And from the way Brax looked at me, I knew I had a chance.
Brax had been the hottest guy at our high school. He played football and always had a hot cheerleader on his arm. And though he was impossibly straight, I had a major crush on him. But what made Brax legendary were the wild parties he threw when his parents were out of town, which was nearly every weekend. Brax hosted one such party a week after graduation, a party that would make me infamous in our small town.
I was not out in high school, and kept my queerness a guarded secret. In a moment of weakness, I let down my guard during Brax’s post-graduation party. I was washing my hands in an upstairs bathroom after taking a piss when some drunk, hot jock whom I barely knew barged in and began to shoot his stream into the toilet. He had a thick cock with a huge helmet head, which started to get hard as I stared in awe. “You wanna suck this cock?” the jock asked, brandishing his huge cock at me, dripping the last of his piss onto the tile floor. I instantly dropped to my knees and took his big dick down my throat.
“Yeah, faggot. Suck this cock,” the hung jock moaned, pulling out his phone to film me slobbering all over his big dick. I should’ve stopped him. I should have told him to put his phone away. But I wanted his cock, and didn’t want to jeopardize that. Sure enough, after pumping his nut down my throat, the fucker posted the video on Insta. It was flagged and taken down in under ten minutes, but by then everyone at the party had seen it. I left the party with shouts of “faggot” and echoes of laughter in my ears.
I laid low for the rest of the summer, counting the days until I left for college. Once at school, the incident became a distant memory as I busied myself with studying, making new friends, working out … and getting fucked by the occasional drunk frat boy. One such frat boy invited me to a frat party, where I took a line of cocks in the house basement. Deep inside, I knew those frat guys were just using me. But, unlike the dude who filmed me at Brax’s party, I was allowing them to use me. Thus, Brax and his party were far from my mind when I returned home the next summer … and promptly ran into Brax at the gym.
“Carter?” Brax asked, almost not recognizing me. “Damn, you’ve put on some muscle, bro.” I instantly turned red, blushing under his gaze. “Just a little,” I demurred. “I’ve been hitting the gym hard back at school.” Brax looked me up and down again, almost wantonly. “Well, it shows. Listen, Carter. I never really apologized for what happened at my party last summer. That dude had no right to post that video. I’m really sorry.” Once again, I was bright red, embarrassed. “Thanks, but it wasn’t your fault. Plus, I’m completely out now, so it doesn’t matter much anymore,” I assured Brax.
“Well, I felt responsible,” Brax replied. “I’m having a party tonight. My parents are out of town. Everyone is back home. Why don’t you come and let me make it up to you?” Brax urged, a twinkle of hope in his eyes. Flashbacks of drunk classmates shouting “faggot” at me filled my brain. I wanted to decline, but Brax’s gorgeous eyes were pleading with me, willing me to accept his invitation. “Sure,” I finally acquiesced. “I’ll stop by tonight.”
The party was in full swing by the time I found the nerve to go inside Brax’s house that night. I expected someone to point and yell “faggot” at me as soon as I walked in the door, but it was like nobody even noticed me. I had bulked up since high school, and my haircut was different. It seemed that none of my old classmates even recognized me. Relieved, I grabbed a can of Bud from a cooler and made my way through the house, trying to find Brax. I finally found him out in the backyard.
Brax and several of his buddies were drinking around a fire pit when I approached him. Tipping back his beer, Brax locked eyes with me. Illuminated by the glow of the fire pit, he looked hot as fuck with his shirt pulled back over his head to reveal his hairy, chiseled pecs. I knew it was a long shot, but I was determined to get his cock inside of me. And from the way Brax looked at me, I knew I had a chance.
“Carter! You made it!” Brax boomed, leaving his buddies at the fire pit as he greeted me. “Yeah, I promised you,” I replied sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed to be the subject of his attention. “Follow me,” Brax ordered. “I want to talk with you in private.” I nodded and followed Brax into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. Was this actually happening? And so fast?
“My party last summer,” Brax began, but I held up my hand to stop him. “Brax, you’ve already apologized. It’s water under the bridge. No one here even remembers,” I assured him. “No. It’s not that,” Brax continued. “I wanted to tell you that — and I know this is gonna sound selfish after what you went through — but I was kinda jealous that you sucked off that guy.” And then Brax leaned forward and kissed me. It was all a blur from that point forward. Frantic hands pulling off each other’s clothes. Brax lowering me onto the bed. His tongue at my hole. And then WHAM, Brax was inside me.
“Christ, you’re hung,” I exclaimed as Brax stretched my hole with his big cock, plunging deeper inside me. His lips were back on mine, and I could taste the beer on his tongue. “I’m so glad you came tonight,” Brax whispered in my ear, his big dick grinding inside me. There was a frantic urgency to the way he fucked me, like he couldn’t consume me fast enough. Or perhaps he was nervous about us getting caught fucking at his own party. Planking atop me, Brax persisted to jackhammer my hole at a pace that couldn’t last.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Brax announced. He gave me two more deep thrusts before his body was convulsing on top of me, his cock releasing his warm seed inside me. “Yeah, breed me,” I urged, stroking his sweaty back as his balls finished emptying inside me. “Jesus, that was hot,” he exclaimed, pulling out of me as his lips found mine once more. I could feel his cum escaping my hole and puddling on the sheet under me.
“Can you stay tonight?” Brax asked, our lips parting. “Uh … sure,” I agreed rolling onto my stomach, putting my ass up in the air. “You can send your buds up to fuck me now,” I informed Brax. “Jesus,” Brax exclaimed. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to share you with my buddies.” Brax rolled me back over, his eyes meeting mine.
“I’ve been pretending to be straight for too long,” Brax began. “I like you … a lot. I’ve thought you were cute since high school. And I think you can help me to finally be true to myself. What do you think?” he asked. I couldn’t believe my high school crush had not only just fucked me, but seemed to want a relationship with me. Taking his face in my hands, I gave Brax my answer with another deep kiss. Fuck, the boy tasted good. His hands were soon upon me, probing my cummy hole with his fingers.
“I want back inside you,” he whispered, raising himself to mount me again. “You sure?” I asked. “Aren’t you afraid someone might catch us fucking up here?” Brax gave a brief shrug as he pushed back inside me. “They’re gonna find out I’m a faggot soon enough,” he joked. “Plus, they can’t say shit about me if they’re drinking my beer.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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