“Mikey?” the supremely hot Nate Branson answered the door with a look of confusion on his face, the morning sun illuminating every detail of his muscular, hairy body. His cum-gutter lower abs disappeared into his plaid boxers, which hugged his meaty thighs. Christ, I wanted him. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought Joey might want to hang out this morning, maybe play some Xbox,” I announced, offering up my best fake smile.
“I’m sorry, Mikey,” he shook his head, scratching his scruffy beard. “Joey is up in Dallas for the weekend with his mom, visiting his grandparents. Didn’t he tell you?”
“I totally forgot,” I lied, smacking my palm to my forehead. “I’m such an idiot.”
“It’s really okay,” Mr. Branson smiled, beginning to close the door. “I’ll let Joey know you stopped by.”
“Wait,” I stopped him, floundering. “What are you up to today?”
“Uh—I’m really busy, Mikey. I was just about to jump in the shower before heading up to Home Depot. Brenda left me a honey-do list that’s a mile long.”
“Well—can I help?” I offered hopefully.
“Nah,” he dismissed, beginning to close the door again. “It’s a one-man job. But, like I said, I’ll tell Joey you were here.”
“Please, Mr. Branson,” I begged, inserting my foot in the door. “My parents are fighting again,” I lied mercilessly. “It got really ugly last night. Can I just crash here for a little while? I promise to stay out of your hair.”
“Mikey, I’m so sorry,” he consoled, his voice tender. “I thought your parents had worked things out ages ago. Of course you can crash here for awhile. Come on in.”
My first objective was accomplished—getting Mr. Branson to invite me inside. My next move was going to be a bit trickier—getting Mr. Branson to fuck my ass.
I know what you’re thinking. It would be abject suicide to show up to a buddy’s house and offer up my ass to his hot dad. I’m not an idiot. I wasn’t looking to get beat up or ridiculed, for I happened to possess some information that worked in my favor.
Joey once confided to me that his mom caught his dad looking at gay porn—hardcore man on man fucking, I was told. His parents had a big fight, they went to couples counseling, and his dad promised it was just a phase.
Being into guys is never just a phase, I knew firsthand. Armed with this knowledge, I pursued Mr. Branson unabashedly, finding myself alone in the house with him thanks to a few white lies.
“Have a seat in the living room,” Mr. Branson gestured to the couch, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV for me. “You want ESPN?”
“Sure, that’d be great. Thanks, Mr. Branson.”
“You can drop the mister shit, Mikey,” he laughed. “You’re a man now. You can call me Nate.”
“Okay—Nate,” I said his name bashfully. We were already getting intimate with each other.
“Joey said your 18th birthday party last month was a blast,” he tried to make small talk. “Laser tag, right?”
“Yeah, it was totally cool.”
“Listen—uh—I really need to get in the shower and get up to Home Depot,” he announced. “You gonna be okay alone here with some TV?”
“Absolutely, Nate,” I smiled, his first name warm in my mouth like a shot of cum.
“Help yourself to anything you want in the fridge,” he offered, heading toward his bedroom. “Just don’t drink my beer. Your mom would have my balls.”
If only he knew that it was his balls and not his beer that brought me there that morning. I channel surfed, as I was too much of a pussy to have admitted that I hate ESPN. Eventually, I heard the shower running in the back part of the house, water coursing through the pipes in the walls. It was time to make my move.
I entered his bedroom, the shower blasting in the bathroom, the image of his beefy body silhouetted in the frosted glass. Stripping off my clothes, tossing them in a corner, I made a beeline for his bed table. I opened the drawer.
A hair brush, tampons, Bioré anti-aging serum, hair scrunchies. Shit. Wrong side of the bed. I moved to the opposite bed table.
Keys, wallet, cell phone, loose change, a pack of matches. Where was it? It had to be there—every man keeps it by his bed. Reaching into the back of the drawer, I made contact, pulling out a bottle of Astroglide with a rubber cock ring stuck to it. Tossing the cock ring back into the drawer and closing it, I began to apply an ample dose of lube to my hole, slathering it all up in there.
The shower turned off sooner than I expected. Fuck. I had to hurry. Climbing atop the bed, I positioned myself on all fours and waited. This was the moment of truth.
Nate took forever to towel dry in there, humming Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit to himself, which was oddly appropriate. He brushed his teeth, gargled with some Scope. Jesus, man. The wait was killing me. And then it happened.
“What the FUCK?” Nate barked, finding me on the bed, my eager ass available to him. “Mikey, what the fuck is this?”
“Fuck me,” I begged widening my stance, presenting my cunt to him, open and ready for business.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Mikey,” he persisted.
“Sit up, Mikey,” he commanded, picking me up forcefully off the bed with one strong arm and plopping my ass down on the edge of the bed. He took a seat next to me, a damp towel wrapped around his waist. “Now tell me what the fuck is going on here.”
“I want to get laid,” I sobbed, trying not to fall apart—my perfect plan blown to pieces. “I don’t want to go off to college still a virgin, and I thought maybe—maybe you could—”
“Pop your cherry,” Nate smirked, trying to suppress a laugh.
“Yeah,” I admitted, my ego deflating.
“Listen, Mikey. You’re a great kid,” he began, “but there are so many reasons why we shouldn’t fuck.”
“First, our age difference,” Nate began. “I’m old enough to be your father.”
“I don’t care. I think older guys are hot.”
“That’s nice to hear, but you also happen to be my son’s best friend. That’s a bit fucked up.”
“I would never tell Joey,” I pleaded. “I’d be mortified if he found out. It would be our secret.”
“Look, I think you need to go home,” Nate announced, standing up from the bed. “Let’s get you dressed.”
“Fine,” I spat. “I’m just gonna go downtown to that seedy park by the old post office. They say horny guys cruise there all the time. I’ll find some old guy to pop my cherry, dump a load in me before he goes home to his wife.” I was laying it on thick.
“Mikey,” he sat back down, his hand rubbing my back. “You can’t do that. I’ve been down that road—nasty sex in seedy parks with questionable guys. You don’t want your first time to be like that. You’ll regret it.”
“Then help me,” I begged. “Why can’t you fuck me? Am I that grotesque?”
“Grotesque?” he laughed. “You’re cute as fuck, and you know it. I’d be lying if I said those thoughts hadn’t crept into my mind, especially the way you look at me at times. I’m not blind.”
“Then fuck me.” I sounded like a broken record.
“Look, I’m not gonna promise to fuck you,” he began, his resolve melting. “But maybe we can explore our bodies a bit, see where the road takes us. I’m not the kind of guy to jump into bed right away. I like to test the waters first.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, unsure where things were going.
But Nate didn’t answer, instead his hand caressed my cheek and then moved behind my head, pulling his lips to mine. And then we kissed. Holy fuck. It was like fireworks. His tender lips on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, dancing with my tongue. And he tasted fucking amazing.
My hands went to his body, feeling up his hairy chest and washboard abs as we continued to kiss, lips smacking, tongues fucking. My hands undid his towel, his big cock springing to attention.
“Holy shit,” I gasped my lips pulling away from his. “You’re hung like fuck.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he smiled reaching for my hard cock, tugging on it.
“I’m not as thick as you,” I observed, my fist unable to circle his girth.
“Most men aren’t,” he laughed, stretching back on the bed. “You can suck me some, if you want. That usually gets me in the mood to fuck.”
Overjoyed at the invitation, I dove into his cock, yet failed to take him all the way down my throat. Resigned to not yet have that level of skill, I proceeded to suck him, massaging his balls as I swirled my tongue around his fat cock head.
“That feels so good,” Nate exhaled, flat on his back, his hands caressing my head as I gobbled and bobbed up and down on his big dick. He allowed me to enjoy his cock, exploring every inch of it with my tongue as he moaned and exhaled on the bed in response. But I sensed he was ready to mix things up.
“My turn,” he announced, sitting up, as he tossed me back on the bed like a rag doll. He got between my knees and started to suck me, easily taking all of me down his talented throat.
“Jesus, you know hot to suck a dick,” I exhaled, stretching my arms up over my head.
“I picked up a few tricks in my fraternity days,” he winked, pausing before delivering some steady strokes, my balls already contracting, having never felt anything so amazing.
“Uh—if you keep that up,” I warned urgently, “I’m gonna bust very soon.”
“Oh, to be 18 again,” he laughed, stopping abruptly. “We can’t have you blowing your wad too soon. I’ve got more in store for you.”
Abandoning my cock, Nate’s mouth moved down to my balls, sucking and tugging on them gently before continuing along my taint and finally resting on my hole. Pushing my knees apart, he raised my ass and dove his tongue into my sphincter.
“Christ. How much lube do you have all up in here?” he winced, withdrawing his tongue from my hole and wiping his mouth and tongue on the sheet under me. “It’s like half a bottle of Astroglide.”
“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly as he grabbed a length of sheet and wiped my hole clean. “I didn’t want it to hurt when you fucked me.”
“Trust me, when I’m done eating you out, my big cock won’t hurt one bit,” he slapped my ass playfully before diving back into my cunt, his tongue probing my sphincter relentlessly. The sensation was phenomenal, unlike anything I had ever experienced. My toes curled, my breathing quickened.
He rested my legs upon his broad, muscular shoulders as he ate me out for a good twenty minutes. He was ravenous, and I was his buffet. Every now and then he would insert one or two fingers, opening me up, readying me for his cock. It felt amazing, but I was ready for the main attraction.
“You still want me to fuck you?” Nate teased, rising above me, his hands pushing me knees into my chest. “You still want this big cock inside you?”
“Yes, I begged. “Fuck me.”
“I’m gonna start slow,” he promised, pushing the tip of his cock against the pink folds of my cunt. “You might feel a little bit of pressure as I—”
“FUCK,” I screamed, grabbing his forearms as he plunged into me, balls deep in one thrust. “JESUS CHRIST.”
“Sorry,” he laughed sadistically. “It’s better to get it over with quick the first time. Rip the bandage off, so they say. It’ll be easier next time, I promise, now that your cherry’s been popped.”
I wasn’t sure there would be a next time. The pain was unreal—a white, hot poker in my bowels. But that wasn’t the real problem.
“Oh, SHIT,” I gritted my teeth, his entire cock still buried inside me. “I think I have to—I think I’m gonna—”
“Take a dump?” he hit the nail on the head.
“Yeah,” I winced, tensing inside, frightened that I was going to kill the mood by pushing his cock out of me with a massive load of shit.
“Nah, that’s just your brain playing tricks on you,” Nate assured me. “It happens to a lot of guys at first. Just take a deep breath and it’ll pass.”
I did as told, breathing in and out, adjusting to the fullness of his big cock inside of me. The pain relented, the pressure subsiding along with my urge to shit. Nate’s cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. He could tell as my sphincter relaxed my grip on him, a hedonistic smile spreading across my face.
“You feeling good, Mikey?” he asked, slowly moving in and out of me. “You think you’re ready to be fucked?”
“Yeah,” I smiled, licking my lips. “Fucking give it to me.”
“I’m gonna do my best,” he promised. “But I’m warning you—it’s gonna be a quick ride. I can’t last long in this tight cunt. I already feel like I’m having to hold back.” I was fine with that, not sure how long I could handle his big dick.
Nate then directed me to hold my legs open as he planked on top of me, his muscular arms pushing into the bed on either side of me. He promised I would love that particular angle, that he could go deep and really get my prostate good, whatever that meant. I soon found out.
Rapidly, he began to pummel my hole, drilling me over and over again, deeper and deeper. The feeling was out of this world. My cock started to respond by going from semi-hard to rock hard in a matter of seconds, precum dripping from the tip.
“I can see that I’m getting you good,” he observed, staring down at my hard cock as it rubbed against his washboard abs. Christ, it all felt so amazing. So good, in fact, that I soon realized I was going to cum.
“I’m gonna bust,” I announced urgently, cum rising in my shaft. Neither of us were even touching my cock, but the intense pleasure of having Nate’s big dick in me had brought me to the brink.
“Hang on,” he cautioned, pounding me harder, his cock swelling inside me. “I’m almost there. Let’s bust together.”
“I can’t hold it any longer,” I cried, the pressure mounting. “FUCK,” I shouted, my cock spraying my pearly load all over Nate’s hairy abs and raining back down on me as he continued to drill me.
“I’m right there with you, Mikey,” he announced, his body beginning to shutter. “FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted, his cock detonating in my bowels, throbbing over and over as his balls emptied in my previously unchartered void. I was overwhelmed. Wrapping my legs around him, my hands moved to his sweaty back as he collapsed upon me, panting at my ear.
We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity with Nate’s breathing slowly returning to normal, his cock going soft inside me. He finally pulled out, an evacuation of cum escaping my wrecked hole, puddling on the sheet under me.
“That was fucking incredible,” Nate marveled, licking some of my own cum off my abdomen and sharing it with me in a deep kiss. My salty cum swirled from his tongue to mine.
“I—uh—I guess I better get going,” I hesitated, finally getting off the bed. “I know you still need to get to Home Depot.”
“Can I make a confession?” Nate asked, an impish smile on his face. “I lied about Home Depot. I just said that to get rid of you this morning.”
“Asshole,” I scolded playfully. I didn’t confess my own deception that morning—the lie that my parents were fighting. “Well, don’t worry. I won’t overstay my welcome.”
“Look, Mikey,” Nate stopped me, grabbing my arm. “I don’t like the idea of you going back home if your parents are at odds. Why don’t you stay here for the weekend? Joey and his mom won’t be back until late Sunday night. I’m sure we can—uh—enjoy each other in the meantime.”
“Yeah,” Nate smiled broadly. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a fairly talented bottom, too. Get a few beers in me, and I’ll let you tap this ass all night long.”
“That—that sounds great,” I stammered, feeling like I just won the lottery. “I just gotta take care of one thing,” I announced pulling out my phone.
“Mom, I’m gonna hang with Joey at his house this weekend,” I texted. “His dad says it’s OK.”
“OK,” Mom texted back quickly. “Just don’t get into any trouble.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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