Julian Brady was the porn star who convinced me that begin gay wasn’t a phase. During my last months in high school, I relentlessly searched for any information, images, or videos of him. His eyes, his cute nose, his cut body, everything about him made me hard. My crush subsided slightly as I started working over the summer, and when I started my freshman year at college, all the real guys pushed him over to the side.
On a Friday afternoon, about a month into the semester, I headed back to the dorm. My afternoon class had been canceled, and my roommate had left the day before for a long weekend home. There didn’t seem to be as many people around as usual, and I wondered whether I would have a quiet weekend. I got into the elevator, and another guy rushed in right behind me.
He pushed nine and turned to me, “What’s your number?”
I could have dropped dead. “Six,” I said in the most masculine voice I could muster. At first, I thought it was Julian Brady, but I soon realized it was someone who just resembled him, perhaps it was his clone. “You are really handsome, aren’t you?” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. It slipped out without my thinking. What the hell was I going to do?
“Were you thinking about asking me out?”
I hadn’t thought about anything; my dick was thinking, but my brain was in a fog. “Umm.” That was the level of intellect right then.
“My girlfriend might not like it,” he said, but he stepped closer to me. “You know how they can be.”
“I was just thinking we could play around.” Getting involved with a straight dude was not on my agenda, but his eyes were so sexy. Plus I wanted to run my finger down the slant of his nose. If he said yes, I could memorize every detail and replay it in my mind over and over again.
“Playing around, huh? Would that involve wearing clothes or not?”
I smiled. “Clothes at the start, and then, you know, fewer until…”
“Until we’re butt-fucking naked?”
I took a deep breath. The elevator stopped at my floor. Several guys were standing near the door. “Shit,” I heard one of them say, “it’s going up.”
“Come on,” I said to him. It was more of a command as I tried to regain my manhood and get control. He wants it, I told myself. You’re not his bitch.
He stepped off behind me, and without a word, he followed me to my room. “What’s your name?”
“Brady.”
He had to be pulling my leg.
“What’s your full name?” I demanded.
“Brady Cooper. Yours?”
“David Evans.”
He suddenly sounded shy. “I’ve never done this.”
I opened the door and stood to the side so he would go in first. I closed and locked the door behind us. “You’ve never hooked up with a guy?”
“No. I’ve got a girlfriend. Ha, well I’ve got a girl who’s a friend who’ll let me kiss her but that’s as far as it goes.”
I made no judgments on that; I just listened. I surmised that he was riding the guilt train, and I waited until he justified what we were about to do.
“I guess when you said I was handsome, I thought you found me attractive and there might be the chance that we could get off together. I know that other guys do it. And you are quite attractive yourself.”
That didn’t take long, I thought. I suspected that he was closeted; possibly still in full denial. He looked up at me again, and those eyes made the blood rush from my head to my dick. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. His body responded with a quiver.
“Should I take my clothes off now?” I saw Brady look down at my crotch and then back up to my face.
“No,” I told him. “Kick off your shoes, and unbutton your shirt. Then come over here.”
I went to my bed and arranged the pillows I had into the corner. I got into the corner and made myself comfortable. I spread my legs apart. “I want you to sit with your butt right here between my thighs, and I want you to lean back against my chest.”
He did as I asked. As he lay against me, he nuzzled his head next to mine. I maneuvered my arm over him and ran my fingers against his chest. His pecs were hairier than Julian’s, and I found them even sexier. I played with his chest hair and occasionally ran my finger over his nipples. His soft moans were more like little whimpers. I kissed his temple and ran my index finger down his treasure trail.
“This feels nice. I thought that one of us was going to fuck the other and then you’d kick me out.”
I’d thought the same thing, but I wanted my time with him to last. I reached a little farther down and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his underwear. From what I could tell, his dick was pushing forward on his pants.
“I need to adjust myself,” Brady said. “You’ve got me so rock hard that I’m pinched.” He sat up and pulled his pants off. He turned and stood before me naked. His cock, straight and stiff, pointed toward me. His ball sac looked larger than any I’d seen before. His balls were bigger than mine. I wanted to grab them, but he leaned forward and helped me remove my t-shirt.
My bare, hairless chest was exposed to him.
“Fuck,” he said as he looked at me. “You’re totally smooth. That’s so fucking sexy.” He ran his hand over my pecs and abs before tilting his head up toward me and kissing me.
I pulled him down to me. Our nipples seemed to meet perfectly. His tongue was dancing in my mouth. I pushed mine into his.
“Get your fucking clothes off. I need to see your dick.” He pushed me back and fumbled with the button on my shorts before finally unsnapping it, unzipping me, and sliding my shorts off. He tossed them on the other bed before putting his face down to my penis. I was throbbing as my shaft stiffened a little more. Droplets of precum formed at my slit. Brady took a big whiff and smiled. “Nice and clean, with the manly scent of dick.” His tongue rubbed over the head of my cock, and he moaned as he shoved the shaft into his mouth. I thought I heard him gag, but he took the last inch in and a bolt of pleasure shot through me. He pulled off. My dick was covered in his saliva. He looked at me and smiled. “I have a dildo the same size as your dick that I practice on.” He went down on me again. I never realized that a blowjob would feel so good.
I felt him suck one of my balls into his mouth and run his tongue around it. I wasn’t sure whether that was a feeling I liked, but it seemed like a natural extension of what he was doing. I saw him wipe his mouth after he released my second ball. He moved up next to me and rested his head on my shoulder.
At that moment, nothing else in the world seemed to matter or even exist. The urge to suck his cock suddenly overwhelmed me. “I want to suck you. I need to suck you.” I felt his dick move.
I moved down and he moved onto his back. His cock was perfectly straight. I ran my tongue from his balls and up the shaft to the tip. I grabbed the base of his dick and wrapped my lips around the head. I moved slowly down his rigid cock; I wasn’t to the base when his head reached the back of my mouth. I was moving back up when I felt his cock twitch and a huge amount of cum poured into my mouth. The taste was unlike mine. I was sure there was a hint of strawberry in it. Without thinking, I swallowed it. I released his cock and looked back at Brady. His face was red with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to come so fast.”
“It’s just that I’m so fucking sexy that you couldn’t hold back, right?” I smiled. “Fuck, man, don’t worry about it. I liked it. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah. What you did with your lips was incredible.”
“Then it’s all good.” I kissed him.
“Is that my cum I’m tasting?”
“It’s mostly your seed.”
“Damn. I like it.”
I grabbed behind his knees. “Hold your knees out.” I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his ass. I reached under my bed and pulled out my bottle of lube and began to wet my fingers. I ran them over his ass slit.
“Ooh, fuck that feels good.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “How about this?” I slipped a finger into him. I squirted a little more lube right on his hole and moved my finger in and out a little more quickly. He gave me positive verbal signs that he liked what I was doing. I lubed my dick and inserted two fingers into him. They seemed to go in rather easily. “So, how many times has that dildo been in here?”
Brady smiled, “A few.”
I pushed in three fingers.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”
I pulled the fingers out and pushed my dick into him. It was the first time I’d ever been inside someone, and it was awesome. The warmth of his body around my cock, the wetness, and the pressure.
At the same time, he gasped. “That feels so fucking good.”
I leaned forward and humped into him. “Better than your old dildo?”
“I’m throwing that thing away; I’m going to want you to do this to me every day. Fuck, this is awesome.”
The urge to come arrived too soon. I held back. I bent forward and licked Brady’s chin. He grabbed my head and kissed me, and I shot into him. Three hard slams into him, each accompanied by a powerful jolt of seed.
I straightened my legs, and my dick popped out of his ass. Brady straightened his legs. We were silent, but our breathing was heavy. The room dimmed as an afternoon storm passed over. We lay there next to each other. The distant rumbling of thunder was the only sound in the room. We fell asleep.
When I woke up, he was gone. The solitude was nothing new. I was often alone, even when surrounded by people. I thought back over the afternoon. My heart ached a little as I realized I would miss that happy feeling I had with him. It wasn’t just shooting my load that made the afternoon worthwhile. It was sharing it with another human being. And, Brady Cooper made me feel good about me. I hoped I had done the same for him.
I put my clothes back on and realized I would need a shower to rinse off the places with dried cum. Dinner would start in about thirty minutes, so I had time to shower before heading down. I had just finished putting on my sandals when there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and Brady Cooper stood on the other side.
“I thought I’d be back before you woke up, but then I realized I had locked it.” He stepped into the room. “I showered and changed clothes.”
“I was about to do the same thing.”
“I’ll wait here for you if it’s ok. Then we can go down to dinner together.”
“Sure,” I answered.
“Oh, and I hope you don’t mind, I broke up with my girlfriend. I think we should start dating. I’m pretty positive that I’m gay.”
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