I've never written a story, more so a sex story, before, and this is my first shot of writing a no non-sense tale about two males having sex and falling in love after, so I apologize in advance if there are grammatical errors and if I fail to excite your overactive imaginations. In any case, just enjoy reading and please take time to comment after if you liked or despised it.
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It was past midnight when Mike returned to our dorm room. Typical. In fact, he was unusually early tonight. Most nights, when he and his buddies, also jocks like him, go to the clubs to fetch some girls they could spend the night with, he usually go back a few hours past midnight. On these nights, he would return smelling of sex; like the smell of a wet pussy. The way a dried cum would smell.
But tonight was different.
Before I continue, before telling you what happened that night and the repercussions after, let me make a confession. I am gay. And so you might wonder how I knew what a pussy would smell. Well, let me tell you that I had a fair share of a wet, dripping ham wallet before. That used to be my hobby, gobbling and fingering girls till I gave them the most explosive orgasms they ever had. Needless to say, with my skills of pleasuring women, I used to be the popular guy. Girls had wanted to spend the night with me while guys had either admired me or got jealous of me. There I was, every other night, fucking a girl who wants a piece of me. But to be honest, boning a chick doesn’t get me off as much as their moans and their contorted faces and their ecstatic convulsions when they go that place of ultimate pleasure just by using my mouth and fingers.
But that was a year ago, before the big revelation. Before this girl I used to shag found out and divulged to the world that not only do I enjoy fucking girls, but I also like sucking guys' dicks. Now, I wouldn't say that this revelation had led to my downfall.
No. In fact, I'm still getting laid on a regular basis, either with guys or girls. I would although say that since my unintentional outing, my reputation towards the females decreased gradually.
Technically, I would label myself as bisexual, since I genuinely like and have lust for both sexes. But you know how it goes. Folks here in the Phil have this mentality that when you say you're bi, it really means you're gay. And saying you're the former is a way of euphemizing it, as if being bi is bad enough and being gay is the worst that can happen to you. Saying you're bi is like softening the blow, a kind of anchor to the world of normal people. But honestly, and sadly, this has been a normal occurrence. I actually find people who admit they're bi even if they have no attraction towards the opposite sex, not even a little. That's the Filipino way of thinking. And as much as I want to change that, I can't, and I'm not planning to.
Fortunately, public scrutiny in the university where I'm studying is not harsh, unlike what I had expected. You might even be surprised that they're open-minded and are very welcoming towards people like us. All my friends, as well as my blockmates, classmates, groupmates, and whatever -mates there is has accepted me willingly and with no hesitation. Even Mike, my straight roommate, and whom I happen to have a big crush on, also accepted my sexuality readily—albeit being surprised and bewildered at first, because it's not that obvious since I'm the masculine type—and even congratulated me for finally being out of the closet. And I'm thankful for that. Although to be honest, I still get meaningful stares and hateful eyes whenever I walk on campus. But it can easily be ignored. Plus, it's reassuring that the people who accepted me are in the majority.
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So there I was that night, alone in my dorm room, the whole place illuminated only by my desk lamp since I was studying for my exam in Biochem the day after tomorrow. My phone tells me it's 12:04am and I was beginning to get hungry so I started dialling McDelivery, when suddenly, the door opened, revealing my sexy and overly handsome roommate on the other side. The room is dim so I can only see his silhouette: his tight shirt revealing the masculine curve of his torso—that V-shaped goodness I've been dreaming about since last, last term and those pants which hugs tightly his lean and muscled legs, as well as his well-endowed package. I haven't really seen him buck naked before, so I haven't actually seen his dick and balls, but from the way it fits in his briefs and boxers, I was sure that it's more substantial than most of the guys I've been with.
Because of the low-key lighting inside the room, I cannot clearly see his face, or the plethora of emotions shown in there. But from the looks of it, from all the non-verbal cues his sending, plus by the way he flagrantly disregarded our sleeping, neighbouring dormers by slamming the door forcefully, I know that something's wrong. Something's very wrong.
“Dude, what happened?” I asked, instantly forgetting the Kreb's cycle mnemonics I've been memorizing at the moment. He sat down on my bed, just opposite his so he was somehow facing me. The light form my desk lamp finally caught his face, that beautiful face I've been fantasizing for a year, now masked with frustration and anger.
“That bitch!” Mike shouted. Uh-oh. This is for-real, boiling anger. I've never seen him like this before. “Fucking tease!”
“Hey, calm down” I said as I stood up from my desk chair to sit on his bed so he we are directly facing each other, with same eye level. “Tell me about it.”
“You remember Sarah?” he inquired while trying to calm himself. “From our Philosophy class last term?”
“Sarah? The one with angelic face, gorgeous body, and big tits?” I replied. “Dude, who wouldn't remember her? That chick is every man's wet dream!”
“The bomb, right?”
“Totally.”
“Well, she was at the bar tonight.” He started. “And apparently he was checking me out, like she would look towards me every five seconds or something. And what could a man do when you see that a very hot girl seems interested in you, right. So I went towards her booth, and she's genuinely into me, you know. And totally horny.
“So I started flirting, and she was flirting back, which is a good thing, since it means she's on the same page. And then she started touching me. Tentative at first, but after a while, she started groping me, holding my crotch, squeezing it. And I was so horny that I asked her if we could go someplace else. But he told me to take it easy, which I did. I took it easy, you know, 'cause I don't want to ruin this thing between us.
“She asked me to go to the dance floor, and to the dance floor we went, even if I'm so boned up it hurts. Then we started dancing, grinding to each other. We were basically dry humping in the middle of the dance floor. And I don't care if people can see us doing it. That's how horny I am.
“So after a while I asked her if it's now the right time to go someplace else for some alone time. And she nodded yes, so we drove to her place, and when we entered, after we closed the door, we just started making out fiercely. It's the first time we made out that night, although now that I think about it, I don't know why we didn't do that earlier, while we're still in the club. But anyway, we started this tongue fight with each other, and I started groping her tits. And she likes it, 'cause she's moaning like crazy. But I can't get enough of her. So what I did is I skipped taking her tops off and went straight to her pants. And when I started unbuttoning it, THE FUCKER TOLD ME TO FUCKING STOP!”
“What?!” I said, pretending to be surprised. I know where this story is leading right from the start so it was not big of a revelation to me. Nonetheless, I want to encourage him to tell me more about his sexual escapade.
Mike is totally verbal when it comes to his sex life, so this monologue is not new to me. In fact, I was using these stories as jack-off materials, reliving his tales while pretending it was me instead of Kristine or Rose or Jenny or whoever he was shagging in those stories.
“Yeah,” he said. “You heard me right. The fucking tease told me to stop. Said she has a boyfriend and he was coming over so it was my time to go now!” His anger was returning. It amuses me to see him angry sometimes. His whole face as well as his neck would turn beet red and the veins from his neck would protrude. I wonder what his face would look like while he's having sex. While he's cumming. The thought sent tingles to my already erect cock caused by his overly candid story.
“What sane fucking person would do that?” He continued his f-word galore. “I mean she was intentionally leading me on, dude, only to fucking drop the ball when I was totally hooked. The heartless bitch literally gave me the fucking blue balls. I can still feel it, you know.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling, bro.” I lied. I've never been blue balled by a girl before, but based from his story, I have to admit that Sarah is a stone-cold heartless bitch, leading on a guy like that. And as I ponder with this thought, the way she manipulated Mike, I'm starting to smell something fishy.
I looked at Mike, and now that he released what's in his mind, the frustration on his face brought about by the denied sex was becoming apparent more than anything else. I feel bad for the guy, even though the whole situation, I admit, is fucking hilarious. But man, he’s so cute when he pouts that I will do anything just to relieve him from his suffering. But he's straight. And I'm a realist. I know that bedding Mike is just a fantasy I would only happy to entertain. He's just a wet dream for me. So close yet so far.
We sat there for what seems like hours. He lay on his back on my bed. I'm staring at his beautiful body, savoring it while he's not looking, memorizing every inch of it. My Biochem exam now forgotten. We remained like that for a while, both of us seeming to lose our voice. Then he looked at me, as if he knew what I was thinking at the moment; as if realizing my intention to just devour him right then and there. I don't know what happened to me, but I just started hoping he would be gay for just this moment so I can have him. And for a second there I thought he might be since he was staring at me the way you stare at someone you what to fuck. That serious stare you have when you try to tell someone you really like him. And I'm starting to hyperventilate. So what I did is I stood up and went back to my desk to resume my studying, hoping he wouldn't see my blushing face and the bulge in my pants. I reluctantly picked up my book and started going back to the frigging mnemonics when suddenly—and unexpectedly—mike said:
“Man, I would fuck anyone just to get myself off, you know. Anyone.”
What does that mean? Is he trying to make a point? Is he indirectly saying what I think he's saying? Or is it just a simple statement, without double entendre, without any implications? I shift my eyes from my books and looked at his face. That stare I'm talking about earlier is still there, only more intense this time. God, I just want to kiss those full lips right now. But I can't. I still have to get more information about what's going on in his mind. I mean, is he really that horny to consider me as a potential lay? I stayed staring at him for a second before I found my voice:
“Just say the word, Mike. Just say the word.”
That's what I said, hoping he would understand the latent hint in my statement. We never broke our eyelock the entire time I was saying that but I cannot see from his gaze if he gets it or not. And with that, I started losing hope and chose to return to my book with no intention of reading it. I know that I cannot begin to study now, with everything happening—or not happening—between us. But I also cannot begin to look at him with my vulnerability laying bare for him to see. I want him. Gosh, I really do want him right now. Just say what's on your mind, Mike. I thought. Just say it and I will do anything for you.
As if reading my mind, he started to say:
“Would you, Ry? Would you get me off?”
I don't know what to say. All the things I was fantasizing about for the past few months, I can't believe it was going to happen tonight. From what I heard coming from those full lips of his, he was asking me if I want to relieve him. And it's unfucking believable! I started pinching myself, trying to prove if it was just a dream. Well, it wasn't. This is real. But I stopped, not being so sure of what his statement entails. How do I get him off? Does he want my hand? Or my mouth? Or. . .something else?
“What do you want me to do, Mike?” I asked, looking again at the face I would never get bored looking at.
“Would you . . . you know . . . blow me?” He hesitated. It was his turn to blush.
As a way of answering his question, I started moving towards him, my lust evident and I don't care if he sees it; I'm head over heels for this guy. He was now sitting up on my bed, his butt on the edge of it, his legs astride, and I can see his erect manhood protruding from his raw denim. I kneeled in front of him while not leaving my eyes off him. I savored the look of desire on his face, the lust from it, and the idea that I will see that face contorting on the edge of orgasm later.
“Do you really what me to do this?” I asked, giving him an opportunity to back off before everything gets out of control, before I do things to which he might regret later on. It's not that I'm not good at what I do. It's just that he might feel guilty about this later on, questioning his sexuality and all kinds of shits like that. Or worst, he might even hate me for seducing him and taking advantage of his perfect body.
“Yes, Ry. . .I want this right now.” I can see his face getting more flustered, getting more and more lustful as each second passes. I started moving my hands on the fly of his jeans, tracing the outline of his hard cock as my other hand started rubbing gently on his thigh, making him relax more as I my trembling hands starts groping his body. I’m nervous as hell, which is kind of silly, since I’ve been in this situation many times before. But I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life too. And I can feel the adrenaline and testosterone combo pumping through my veins, making my body attain a different calibre of arousal like I’ve never experienced before. My cock has never been this hard that it hurts, and the overwhelming sense of anticipation made my heart beat as fast as a speeding train.
Before anything else, I started saying, “Take off your shirt.”
“What?” he asked, puzzled and a bit taken aback by my sudden, commanding tone.
“I said take off your shirt.”
“Yeah, I know what you said. What I’m trying to say is . . . do I have to?”
“No. I mean, you’re not obligated to, but . . . God, Mike, you’re thinking too hard about this. I just want you to take off your shirt, that’s all. You’re acting as if I’ve never seen you topless before.”
“Okay, okay. Stop whining.” Mike said as he started pulling the hem of his shirt upward, revealing his six pack abs, then his chest muscle and his brown nipples and areolas. “Don’t stare too much.” he continued, his face momentarily covered by the shirt over his head.
Obviously, I’ve seen his naked torso before, but now that I’m openly staring at it, and with him knowing it, I started swooning, and I started getting goose bumps, the kind that moves from the back of your head to your spine. My primal instinct starts to take over and without thinking, I started sucking his right nipples while squeezing his other with my right hand.
“Oh, God, Ry. That feels so good.” He blurted out as I continued ravaging his nipples. I started squeezing his cock through his pants, making him groan in satisfaction. I shifted my eyes to his face. The way it contorts in pleasure, and the idea that I’m the one making him feel that hedonistic sensation turns me on so much that I think I’m going to cum just by looking at his face.
After a while, I started unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants and lowering it to reveal his boxers already wet from his precum. He raised his butt a little so I can take it off completely, and I regaled by the sight of him only in his undies and I can’t take it anymore so I started smelling it, and sucking it, and I started fiddling with his balls. He was moving his hips up and down as I’m doing this. He’s basically dry humping my face.
“Ohhh, shit. Ry, if we kept on doing this I thinks I’m gonna cum in my boxers.” He said after doing what we’re doing for a while. So I took off his boxers, revealing his large dick and his massive balls. The musky smell of manly sweat and a unique smell that is Mike started emanating from his crotch, almost sending me over the edge.
“You can suck it, you know,” he said as I kept on staring at his crotch for I don't know how long. And I started working. I initially planned on taking it slow to tease him, savoring the taste of his dick as it slides in and out of my mouth in slow motion, and licking and sucking his balls form time to time; but with my horniness, It's just not gonna happen. What I did instead is I gobbled his cock like an insane person while my right hand groped his balls and my other hand massaged his anus, eliciting a half-moan, half-gasp from him. He jumped in surprise as I started to put pressure on his anus with my index finger, so I stopped.
“Oh, God. That felt so good. Don't stop!” He said while he pushed his butt towards my fingers. I resumed massaging his spinchter, and when I felt it relaxing, I started inserting my finger inside.
“Ow, it hurts. Please stop.” He said, but I can't hold it, I can't control myself. And if I just pushed in a little more further to find that spot, I know he's gonna love it. So I continued, albeit very slowly, and added some more vigor on sucking his dick, which had momentarily shrunken a little while I entered my finger in. When I found that spot, I stopped, making him get used to my finger inside him. He's now squirming, his mind probably deciding if what I'm doing feels good or not. And then I started moving my fingers, stimulating his prostate in the process.
“OOHHH, YEAHHH.” He said “Fuck, fuck, Yeah don't stop.” So I didn't stop. I continued sucking his cock and groping his balls and moving my fingers inside his anus as he elicited a high-pitched moan. His toes were twitching, his legs tense, his breathing shallow, and I just watched as his face contorted in pleasure: eyes closed, mouth agape, his face flushed and his brows forming a frown.
“Fuck. I'm gonna cum.” He said as his hand tugged my hair, trying to move my mouth out of his cock because he’s a gentleman and he doesn't want to spill his load inside. But I didn't stop. Instead, I continued more forcefully.
“Go ahead,” I said, leaving his cock unattended just for a second.
“I'm serious, Ry. I'm gonna cum. And I can't—OHH FUCK!” He moaned as I started deep throating him. I didn’t know what happened to me, but his cock just slid inside my throat as if I didn’t have a gag reflex. I know he's not gonna last any longer so I started moving my finger inside his hole in a “come hither” motion.
“OH, Ryan!”
He started cumming a very large load as I felt his anal muscle twitching around my finger in sync with his pulsating cock inside my mouth. His thighs were closing around my entire head as his cock throbbed seven more times, flooding my mouth with his man seed. Some of it started drooling out of my mouth and down to my chin. While I'm observing all this, while I'm looking at his beautiiful face as I send him to that place of pure hedonistic pleasure, I started opening my fly, revealing my very hard cock. I started jacking it off. And when our eyes met, with that expression on his face, I started cumming.
Saying that it was great orgasm would be an understatement of the year. I don't know about him, but I have never felt myself cum like that before. I shot a hell of a lot of load on the floor and on the mattress that wiping it with kleenex, like I used to do, will not be enough.
Sated and contented, and not yet aware of the consequences of what we've done, we stayed like that for a while: his cock inside my mouth, my index finger inside his ass. But after catching my breath, after swallowing his load, after moving my finger out of his hole, making him squirm, and after moving my mouth out of his cock, that's when we came back to reality. And I can guess you now know what follows next.
Awkward silence.
He raised his torso on the mattress with his elbows as I stood up from my kneeling position. After a moment, he also stood up. With the dim lighting inside our room, he tried to find his boxers that I had somehow thrown somewhere earlier, while we're still in the heat of the moment. I can hear him muttering “shit!” and “where the fuck is it?” to himself as he kept on finding his undies as if it's the most important thing in the world, as if it's the only pair he can wear. I'm just standing there, frozen, as I watch him, trying to say something to prevent this thing between us from escalating.
He eventually found his missing boxers under his bed, and he wore it back on as well as his pants, which was weird, since he usually only wear boxers when he go to bed. After this, he just stood there, like me, still topless, trying his best not to look at me, while I'm standing about four feet away from him, trying to catch his gaze as he started putting on his shirt.
“Say something,” I said after standing there saying nothing for, like, three minutes.
“What do you want me to say?” He half-shouted, his eyes looking straight at me; his face angry and pleading at the same time.
“I don't know. Just say something. Tell what's on your mind. Tell you don't like what we did. Tell me I'm a fucking moron for wanting you like I've never wanted anyone before. Tell me I'm hopelessly stupid for falling in love with you, knowing that you'd never feel the same. Just tell me you HATE me and don't just stand there saying nothing while I'm waiting for you to reject me because its just fucking hurts so much more to just wait!”
I'm not a fan of telenovelas, but this just turned out to be like one. It's just the only thing that comes to my mind at that moment. And I'm not an expert, but I think I just made it worse.
“God, Ryan--” he hesitated, not finding a word to say after hearing what I just said. I can see the shock and surprise in his face as he process this new information in his head.
“I can't. . .this is insane.” He said as he looked at anything but my face. “I mean, you're out of your mind, Ryan. I jus—I. . .I can't do this right now.” And with that, he raced towards the door, opening it with force and walking out of the room before shutting it back with a resonating blag, making me jump. And making me feel empty after.
To be honest with you, I literally hadn’t felt anything after that. It's like I just took morphine, since I am void of feeling anything at that moment. I felt totally numb to the point that I hadn’t felt my knuckles hurting as I kept on punching the wall in front of me, painting the wall red with blood; I hadn’t heard a noise as I throw the fucking desk lamp on the floor, breaking the light bulb in the process and making the entire room pitch black; and I hadn’t felt my tears flowing down my cheeks as I fell on my knees to the floor, wishing for someone to relieve me from this numbness I'm feeling inside.
Most nights, when he and his buddies would go to clubs to fetch some girls they could spend the night with, he would return to our room smelling of sex, like the smell of a wet pussy, the way a dried cum smells. But that night, unlike any other nights, he never returned at all.
To be continued. . .
Hi sa lahat ng readers ng blog na ito. Ibabahagi ko lang sana ang isa sa mga experience ko. Ito ang una karanasan ko pagdating ko sa pinas mula sa malapit na isang taong pag aaprentice ko sa barko. Nangyari ito sa kasagsagan na may inaasikaso ako sa maynila before ako uuwi ako sa amin sa probinsya. Ako pala si dan not my real name. I am 20 years of age, 5’9 ang height, fair complexion, cute at gwapo sabi nila kamukha ko daw si khalil ramos kung naka eyeglass. Currently fourth year student sa isang maritime school sa visayas. Itatago natin siya sa pangalang mike. Same kami ng edad. Di gaano katangkad pero malakas ang appeal at may hitsura.