9 comments/ 31120 views/ 73 favorites Following a Friend By: derezzed I woke up in the middle of the night with a start. Sitting up, I groaned as I looked around my room trying to locate the cause for waking me. My alarm clock showed it was well past 3am. I could hear the steps creaking out in the hall as somebody made their way up the stairs. Sliding out of bed, I walked over to the door to my room. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes I opened the door and stuck my head out in the hall. I caught my friend Alex opening the door to his bedroom. Alex is my best friend. We've known each other since our freshmen year of high school. We were so close that, when it came time to decide where we would go to college, we chose to go to the same school. Because of how inseparable we were, we shared the same freshmen dorm room and now in our sophomore year we had an off-campus apartment together with a couple other roommates. "Alex?" I asked, "What are you doing getting back this late?" "Oh... Hey David," he muttered, apparently not expecting me to be awake. He looked disheveled and out of sorts. His 5'10" frame looked a little sweaty and his brown hair was messy. "I was just at the library finishing some work," he said as he walked into his room, throwing his backpack to the floor. "Okay..." I said, not fully believing him, "Well get some sleep bud. We have class early tomorrow." "Yeah I know," he said sounding somewhat annoyed. Deciding it was probably best that I let him be and focus on getting a couple more hours of sleep; I retreated back into my room and closed the door. My name is David. I'm a 20-year-old college sophomore. I stand at about six feet tall with blonde hair and hazel eyes. My lean athletic body was a result of high school sports and a high metabolism. This wasn't the first time I had been surprised by my roommate's actions. Alex has been acting strange lately. Really, it seemed as though it started ever since we began the spring semester a couple of weeks ago. Alex had been more agitated and distant. He was getting in more arguments with his girlfriend Olivia, and he hardly ever chose to go out at night with me anymore. What was even stranger was that he would disappear for hours on end multiple times during the week. And, Alex never seemed to give a convincing answer. I knew him well enough to tell that there was something he was hiding from me. After a few weeks of this I was beginning to get worried about him. A couple of days later I had my opportunity to find out what was going on. It was in the middle of class late one afternoon when I got my first clue. We were both busy taking notes during an especially boring lecture. Alex started to get a bit fidgety in his seat and was taking glances at the clock. "Shit," he cursed under his breath before laying his pencil down. I chuckled quietly at him knowing full well that it was nature calling. He got up and excused himself as he hurried out of the classroom door in search of the bathroom. Since we always sat next to each other in class Alex felt fairly comfortable leaving his belongings at his desk. It was no surprise to me when he left his phone sitting on his desk with his other materials. I redirected my attention back towards the professor shortly after Alex left the room. I didn't want to miss anything she said. Class notes were very important for the exam in this class. Alex wasn't gone for more than a minute before his phone lit up and buzzed a notification. Not usually a nosey person, I didn't pay much attention to it. But, when it lit up again with another message quickly after the first, I became interested. I leaned across the aisle surreptitiously to take a quick glance. There was no contact name to go along with the phone number. The first message simply read, "my place, 15 minutes." That was all that I was able to read before the screen went dark again. This piqued my curiosity. I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't walking back in. Tapping the home button, I proceeded to scan the rest of his lock screen notifications. Quickly, I checked the second text he received. "Don't make me wait again. You know I can find someone else," the message read. "What's all this about?" I asked myself. This all struck me as very strange. Immediately I began thinking of anything that would help me piece this together. I couldn't remember any strange people or places that Alex and I had visited recently. I wanted to brush it off as a wrong number. That excuse seemed plausible since he hadn't saved the number in his contacts. But, with the way he's been acting lately, I just couldn't discard my suspicions. Hitting the 'lock screen' button, I went back to writing my notes as I waited for him to return. The entire time I was scribbling notes down I was thinking of those messages. Alex returned from the bathroom a couple of minutes later. He slid back into his seat while the professor droned on. "Did I miss anything exciting?" he whispered to me. "Oh yeah, you just missed it. The professor took her top off and showed her tits off to the class," I quipped. "Fuck off," he chuckled. "No really, they looked good for her age," I said continuing to joke with him. I positioned my notebook so that he could copy what he'd missed. Alex laughed quietly while he started to jot down the notes. A few minutes passed as the sounds of diligent scribbling and tapping feet resonated around the room. Suddenly his phone buzzed again on his desk. I had never known him to be a jumpy person, but he practically hopped out of his seat at the sound of his phone. He clawed for his phone and read the new notification quickly before unlocking his phone to read the now list of messages. "Fuck!" I heard him curse under his breath. I glanced over at him. He was furiously typing away on his phone now. "What's up?" I asked while trying to pretend to be nonchalant. He looked at me a little startled, as I appeared to have shaken him from deep thought. "Oh, um... nothing," he lied terribly before hitting send on his phone. He sat there for a second or two looking at the clock. We still had another 30 minutes of class to go. After a minute of pondering his situation, he turned to me. "David, can you get the rest of the notes for me?" he hesitantly asked. "Yeah, sure. Everything okay?" I inquired. "Yeah, something just came up and I've got to go," he said. "Alright, I'll see you later then," I replied. "Okay thanks," he said as he hurriedly put his notebook away and threw his backpack over his shoulder. He quickly shuffled his way out of the classroom. I watched him leave and as soon as he turned the corner out of the door I closed my notebook and began packing up. I didn't have any idea about what was going on with Alex, but I knew that this may be my best opportunity to find out. Asking my classmate next to me to send me the rest of the notes, I got up to leave. I had to hurry if I wanted to be able to follow him. Unfortunately, the hall was empty when I got out of the classroom. I looked around trying to see where he went. The sound of the stairwell door to my left closing gave me a clue as to where. I sprinted down the hall to catch up. Pushing through the door, I barely caught a glimpse of him as he exited the stairwell to the first floor. I chased him down the stairs and out of the lecture hall, making sure to keep my distance. I was very careful not to be seen. I don't know what I expected to find by following him. All I knew was that I had had enough of the secrets and sneaking around. Sure we are close friends and we had established a strong bond of trust, but all this secrecy felt like it was violating that trust. I knew he wouldn't just come out and tell me what was going on if I asked him. Not if he was going to these great lengths to keep me in the dark. My mind was a blur of theories as to why this was happening. Was he doing something illegal? Perhaps he was just studying for a test or picking something up? Or maybe he was cheating on his girlfriend? I liked Olivia. She was nice and they always seemed to get along well together. I hadn't noticed any tension in their relationship until the last couple of weeks. As I followed Alex, I noticed him pulling his phone out and checking it. He was briskly walking across campus. We passed several lectures halls and student buildings before he headed off-campus. After a few minutes of walking we came upon an off-campus house on the opposite side of town. This was a long way away from our apartment. I didn't know why, but I was getting the feeling that I had been here before. It looked like any other house off campus, but this one felt different than the other unassuming homes. As he approached the front steps I tried to remain out of sight by hiding behind a tree. It suddenly occurred to me that we had come to a party here near the end of last semester. As I recalled it was a hell of a good time. Alex had started acting strange that night to. He walked up to me around 3am that night and told me we had to leave immediately. I hadn't seen him for a couple hours up to that point, but he seemed pretty spooked. I was okay with leaving the party. There was a slightly inebriated sorority girl ready to go home with me, and that happened almost never. As we left I remembered some guy hollering at us from the front porch. He had said something that sounded like "I hope to see us again soon." I didn't think anything of it at the time. And I hadn't given that party a second thought since. I had a good time, and I saw that girl again a few more times. This revelation had me even more curious now. I hid and waited until Alex entered the house before I made my way up to the front steps. Upon testing the doorknob I found that it was still open. Careful not to make a sound, I snuck inside and closed the door softly. The inside of the house definitely reflected a male occupant. There were clothes, beer cans, and other items strewn about. I looked around quietly trying to see where Alex went. "It's about fucking time," I heard from up the stairs. This sudden sound nearly made me jump out of my skin. I realized where it was coming from and nimbly made my way to the foot of the stairs. "I'm sorry. I didn't have my phone on me," I heard Alex plead his case. The way Alex sounded surprised me. I thought that for sure he would tell this guy to fuck off. He wasn't usually one to take comments like that. I carefully went up the stairs as their conversation continued. I tried with great effort not to let the stairs creak. Sweat was forming across my forehead from the attention to detail. "And how is that supposed to be my problem?" I heard the guy say, "I'm getting blue balls here waiting." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it won't happen again," Alex said as he stumbled through his words. It was pretty clear that he was intimidated by this man or at the very least Alex didn't want him angry at him. For what reason I had no idea. As I got upstairs I could clearly hear them. Their voices were coming from a room down the hall. The door was sitting slightly ajar. "When I message you I expect you here," the guy said "If that doesn't work for you I can find someone else." "No, no, no..." Alex said quickly, "I'm here. It won't happen again." "Good," the man said. "What is so damn important to Alex that he'll let this guy talk to him this way," I thought to myself getting angry. I had made my way to the door. There was just enough of an opening that I could peer through. It looked like any other bedroom when it comes to off-campus housing. Alex stood in front of a guy that was clearly bigger than him. He looked to be about 6'3" with dark hair and he was well built. I got the feeling that I knew this guy from somewhere. I combed my brain trying to figure out where I'd seen him before. It was then that I realized he was the same guy that had hollered at us at the party. If I remembered correctly, we met him earlier in the night. His name is Greg and he's a fraternity brother of Delta Chi. "I can find plenty of other pretty boys like you who would love to be in your spot," Greg said, "But I'd be hard pressed to find one with a mouth quite like yours." For some reason Greg chuckled after he said this Since Alex was slightly turned away from me I couldn't completely see his face, but I could tell that he was blushing. "What the hell is this," I thought, still not quite piecing it together. "Alright," Greg said, "Let's get to it. I've got an exam tomorrow that I need to study for. Time to blow off some steam." What unfolded was the most surreal experience of my entire life. Watching through the door crack, I witnessed Alex drop to his knees in front of him and reach for this man's zipper. I didn't believe what I was seeing. Alex pulled this guy's pants down. I could make out the large outline of his dick through his briefs. Reaching into Greg's underwear, he grabbed ahold of the large member. When he released it and pulled the underwear down, my jaw hit the floor. The size of this massive dick was ridiculous. It had to be nearly ten inches long, and it's girth was as impressive as the length. The only thing that surprised me more than the size of his cock was my friend's eagerness to hold it. "Oh my god. He's gay," I said quietly to myself. Without hesitation, Alex licked the head of his cock. He seemed to take it slow so that he could savor the taste. I watched in amazement, with my mouth agape. Alex then proceeded to lock his lips around Greg's cockhead. He used his hand to stroke the shaft as he worked his mouth on the top of his dick. Backing off briefly to swirl his tongue around the head, Alex teased Greg. Then with gusto he sucked down over half of his cock and began bobbing up and down on him. The way he closed his eyes and seemingly inhaled Greg's cock and his scent was mesmerizing. I couldn't move. I was transfixed by what I was seeing. Alex was so passionate about every movement as he enjoyed the length of this cock pumping in and out of his mouth. His efforts weren't unnoticed either. Greg was moaning openly. I was honestly amazed at how good Alex was. No girl I had ever been with compared to what he was doing. My previous girlfriend would make a half-assed attempt at sucking me off. I could always tell she never put any effort in it. Alex alternated between short quick movements and sucking nearly his full length. He used his other hand to massage and play with Greg's balls. I began to notice my mouth was getting dry. A flush feeling had overtaken my neck and face. Alex paused briefly to back his mouth off. He sat back on his heels, stroking the wet cock quickly with a smile on his face. He licked his lips before licking from the base of his cock up to the tip. This elicited another groan from Greg who seemed to appreciate every bit of what Alex was doing. Latching back onto his meaty pole, Alex's lips squeezed the cockhead seemingly trying to drain the juices from him. Without really intending to, I thought about how I had never noticed just how plump Alex's lips are. If they had been on a girl's mouth, I would love to watch them painted red and wrapped around my dick. The way they perfectly pressed on Greg's shaft was incredibly sexy. "Sexy?" I thought, "What am I saying?" "No, if it were one of those girls from Delta Zeta it'd be sexy," I repeated to myself. But then I noticed that my pants were starting to feel tighter around my waist. My skin was tingling from just watching Alex pump Greg's thick cock. At this point I didn't know what to think as my dick grew in my pants. Energetically, Alex sucked the length of Greg's long dick. All the way down until his nose pressed against his abdomen, Alex appeared to inhale the large member. He came back up for a breath of air briefly and then he deepthroated Greg once again. This expert act of cocksucking caused Greg to tilt his head back with his eyes closed and groan from pleasure. Having proven his ability to handle Greg's full length, Alex shortened his movements. He began bobbing up and down again. His lips sucked tightly as his rhythm built. His mouth and hand were increasingly applying pressure to his shaft. "Yes," Greg grunted, "here it comes." Alex stopped bobbing on his member and held just the head inside his waiting mouth. He used his hand and continued to stroke Greg's cock until cum burst into his mouth. I was still in shock trying to catalog in my brain that Alex was sucking a dick. This had to mean he was gay right? He gave this guy one of the most skillful blowjobs I've ever seen. Obviously he's done it before. Once Greg's orgasm began to subside Alex swallowed and licked his lips of the cum that had escaped his mouth. A very satisfied Greg looked down at Alex and smiled in approval. "You're getting really good at that," Greg told him. Alex grinned before standing up. The two came together and shared a kiss. Alex then said something to him but it was so soft spoken that I couldn't quite make it out. Greg nodded in agreement and stepped to the side while Alex stepped by him and climbed onto the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, while Greg fully undressed and followed him. I realized where this was heading and I wasn't sure if I wanted to see this. I thought about leaving but my legs felt like they were stuck in concrete. My hands were shaking as a shiver went up my spine. I didn't know what was happening to me but I couldn't make himself go. As I stood there watching, Alex took his shirt off. Greg helped pull Alex's pants down his legs. Now fully disrobed, they situated themselves on the bed. Alex got up on his hands and knees and presented himself while Greg knelt behind him. His hands grabbed ahold of Alex's hips. Kneading the skin, Greg rubbed him down with his strong grip. "Ohhhh yeah," Alex groaned in approval. Arching his back, he allowed Greg's hands to travel over his body. "Your hands are so strong," Alex cooed. After a minute spent enjoying his touch Alex repositioned himself and reached over to the nightstand. Opening the drawer and reaching inside, he pulled out a bottle of lube. As if it wasn't clear already, they definitely had already spent more than a time or two in here together. Alex tossed the bottle back to Greg. Squirting some out, he began applying it to Alex's asshole. His fingers rubbed the entrance and loosened him up a bit. Subconsciously, I reached for my pants and felt my bulging cock fighting against my jeans. My hand recoiled when I felt the hardness. I was so incredibly aroused from just the sight of Alex offering his body to another man. This sudden realization that I had gotten hard from just watching my best friend suck another man's cock alarmed me. I took a step away from the door as Greg lined his cock up with Alex's waiting asshole. I was so sexually charged that I couldn't think straight. This whole situation was just too much to comprehend. Positioning himself and placing his dick at Alex's entrance, Greg started applying pressure. He slid himself in slowly, but there wasn't nearly as much resistance as I expected. Watching this humongous cock disappear into his ass had me shivering. I placed my hand back over my cock without thinking. The heat coming from my crotch filtered through my jeans. While Greg started to pump his dick in and out Alex's ass I began to slowly rub my encased member. Greg's thrusts were powerful. Using the long and slow force of his hips, he buried his cock into Alex. "That's it," Alex said, "Oh yes, give me more." Having loosened him up fully, Greg sunk in until his ball-sack rested against Alex's. Without stopping, he pulled out and shoved himself back in. He no longer felt the need to take his time. Greg shoved his cock in hard and fast while Alex bounced forward from the strength of his thrusts. It was at this moment that I couldn't resist anymore. My dick was aching for relief. I quickly unzipped my jeans and reached into my pants to grab ahold of my shaft. Following a Friend My legs turned weak at finally being able to touch myself. I whimpered at the sudden rush of pleasure. All I could think about was gripping my throbbing member. I needed to stroke myself so badly. The scene in front of me was just too hot. As Greg fucked him with such force, his balls slapped loudly against Alex. I grabbed ahold of my cock tightly and rubbed it for all it was worth. I masturbated to the testosterone-fueled scene of hot male on male action. The slap of his balls against Alex's ass combined with the grunts and groans coming from the room were captivating. The manly musk was intoxicating to my nostrils. Greg groaned loudly as he drove his hips hard into Alex's ass. His rapid thrusts paced with my clinched fingers. I could feel my orgasm arriving as my breaths became shallow. I needed to brace myself by placing a hand against the doorframe. At the same time Greg rammed his full length into him. Each of his thrusts was now finished with an exclamation point of power. Greg was clearly getting close and Alex was enjoying every minute of it. Each thud of Greg's hips caused Alex to moan loudly. With another shove, Greg bottomed out inside him. The sinewy muscles of his back clenched and his ass tensed up. The scene looked so manly and hot to me. As Greg filled Alex with cum, I kept stroking myself faster. I pumped my shaft until I felt my body seize up. Furiously, I rubbed my member as cum burst from the head of my cock. The tautness of my grip encircled my shaft. I pumped whatever I could from myself as I admired the muscular sweaty bodies on the bed. Spent from stroking myself, my body felt weak as I enjoyed the afterglow. I was taking deep breaths trying to gather myself. Inside the room Greg had collapsed on top of Alex. Their two bodies pressed against each other. They talked as they caught their breaths. I could just barely make out what they were saying. "I swear your ass feels better every time," Greg said. "That goes the same for your big dick" Alex replied with a smirk. Greg started moving off him. He smacked Alex's ass playfully before stepping off the bed. This might as well have been a fire alarm going off to me. I came crashing back to reality with the sound of his feet hitting the floor. My attention suddenly centered on the cum I had shot. The front of my pants were a mess, but what was worse was that some had hit the door. Using my sleeve I quickly wiped it off as best as I could. The two were chatting as they started to get dressed so I didn't have time for too much attention to detail. My mind was screaming at me to get out of there so as Alex slid his shoes on I tip toed down the hall. "Seriously though, don't keep me waiting again," Greg told him, "You're not the only guy on campus that would love some of what you're getting." "Trust me. I won't," Alex said This was the last thing I heard as I quietly worked my way down the stairs. Once I got to the door I took a deep breath and straightened up my shirt and pants the best I could. There were still wet cum stains all over the front of my pants. Ever so carefully I opened the door and snuck out. I could hear more voices and footsteps from inside that sounded like they were heading towards the stairs. Desperately not wanting to be seen, I sprinted off the doorstep and ran as far as I could before stopping to catch my breath. There were a couple of weird looks from people thrown my way as I ran past them, but I thought nothing of it. Once I got back to our apartment I keyed the door open and ran all the way up the stairs to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I collapsed onto the floor with my back to the door. My eyes were closed as I held my head in my hands. "What the fuck!" I shouted. The afterglow had long since faded. I was now left with disgust for myself. "Why did I do that?" I thought. I had never had a homosexual thought in my life. Now I had just gotten off to the scene of my best friend fucking another man right in front of me. "Why did I have to follow him?" I thought shaking my head. My mind was a mess. I resigned to push the matter to the side and clean myself off. I went to take my pants off and that's when I really saw the amount of cum all over them. I couldn't believe I had cum that much. Throwing my clothes to the side, I hopped in the shower and let the steam wrap around me. It felt so good and really eased my thoughts. A couple of hours after my shower Alex finally showed up. I was dozing off on the couch with the TV on when he came through the door. He had a stupid smile plastered on his face. "Where've you been?" I asked a little too harshly. "I had to take care of something and then I had a study group," he said as his smile turned to a frown, "What crawled up your ass?" "Nothing," my guilt hit me in the chest. I didn't mean to come across so crass. "It's just been a long day." I explained. "Well why don't you get some rest," he asked. "You're probably right," I said. I got up and headed for the stairs. "At ease soldier!" Alex shouted. I turned to look at him and I noticed him looking at my crotch. I suddenly became aware of the massive boner tenting my sweatpants. "Oh shit," I laughed as my face turned red. "Looks like you've got your mind on something," he laughed. I shook my head. "You have no idea," I thought as I went upstairs. I spent that night restless as I tossed and turned under the covers. My mind was filled with visions from the day before. Each time I woke up my dreams had pictured some form of male bodies making love to each other. The next few days were impossible. I couldn't sleep or concentrate on anything at school. I was restless and my thoughts were filled with sexual fantasies that I didn't want to consider as my own. As much as I tried to flood my brain with visions of sex with different women, my brain kept flashing images of Alex and Greg together. It seemed as though I was constantly hard, and I masturbated multiple times a day. Alex came and went, but we didn't really interact too much. There was a period of time a couple of days later that I was positive he was with him again. Something about knowing they were together was infuriating to me. I didn't know why. I wasn't homophobic or anything. My motto had always been live and let live. But imagining them together just drove me crazy. About four days after I'd discovered what they were doing I decided I would follow him to the house again. I didn't have a plan or anything. Maybe I thought I'd be able to set him straight or something. All I really knew was that I had to go. A little after noon Alex's phone rang while we were walking to class together. He made up some bullshit excuse about picking something up for his girlfriend before class. "I'll just meet you in class," he said before taking off. "Yeah, alright," I replied, but I knew exactly where he was heading. Once he was out of view I stopped walking and started moving in the direction of Greg's house. I had pictured every step of the way multiple times in my head. It wasn't long before I found myself standing on that front porch again. I had waited a couple of minutes in hiding just in case Alex had yet to show up, but I never saw him. I assumed he had already gone in. Opening the front door, I made my way in quietly. There weren't any sounds or voices that I could here on the first floor so I headed towards the stairs. When I reached the door to the room again I found it open all the way. I carefully peered inside, but nobody was there. Confused, I listened for any movement throughout house, but there wasn't any. I started to get nervous, as I was painfully aware of the fact that I shouldn't be there. "Where are they?" I thought, "He's supposed to be meeting with him right now. I was standing right next to him." I went into the room and looked around. It was like any other college students room. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that told you that two men had made dirty, steamy love in here. I sat down on the bed and glanced at Greg's assortment of posters and other belongings. My thoughts returned to the other day. I pictured his muscular backside and the roundness of his ass clenched tightly in mid-thrust. The image of the girth of his cock sliding between Alex's soft lips made my cock twitch. I got that familiar feeling again as my member began to expand. I closed my eyes and started to rub myself over my pants. My body was warm and my dick was hard just imagining the experience of a few days ago. Shaking with excitement, the idea of getting off in this room was highly arousing. I quickly got up, and went to the window. I checked outside the door and listened again for any sign of another person being in the house. When I felt assured that nobody was there I returned to the bed. A mischievous smile crossed my lips as I pulled my pants down to my ankles. I had decided to go without underwear this morning so that I could have easier access. Grabbing my swollen rod, I firmly held it and enjoyed the warm flesh as it expanded against my hand. I sat comfortably on the bed. The sheets felt forbidden against my skin. I started stroking myself. My own musk hit my nostrils as I breathed calmly. There was just my hand, my cock, and I. I let all other concerns in my mind fade away. My hand pumped up and down my shaft in a nice rhythm. The feeling of my palm and fingers gripping up from the base to the tip made me feel like I was in control of all that was important. I closed my eyes again and thought of the other day. The way Alex filled his mouth with inch after inch of Greg's hard dick. Tilting my head back, I basked in the moment. I masturbated as each stroke felt so achingly good. My dick was painfully hard. I was pumping it faster in pursuit of my orgasm when the creak of the bedroom door shook me from my enjoyment. My eyes shot open and standing there in the doorway was Greg. Where I was and what I must look like suddenly became too real of a thought. I let go of my cock and put my hands to my sides while struggling to find the words to explain myself. A look of surprise on his face crept into a knowing smile. He took a few steps towards me and then closed the door behind him. "Oh no," I thought, "He's totally going to beat my ass." Not knowing what to do, I looked around as I struggled with finding some way to escape this situation. "Please," I finally blurt out, "It's not what you think." A smirk forms on his face. He steps closer. "And what do I think?" he finally asked a bit sarcastically. "I, um... I don't know," I said now panicking as he stood in front of me. I flinched and threw my hands up to protect myself as he suddenly moved his arm towards me. I was startled when his hand firmly grabbed ahold of my shaft. "Ughh," I couldn't help but moan as his grip felt great on my hard member. I looked up at him shocked as the surprise took my breath away. "I think you know exactly what I think," he said. He tugged on my aching cock with a vice grip causing me to release a gasping groan. My eyes fluttered and my lips parted. His firm grasp felt so good. I took in a sharp breath before asking, "What are you doing?" He put a finger to his lips. "Quiet," he simply said. I couldn't find my voice as he brought his hand back down and gave my dick another hard tug. My mind went blank as my penis twitched and responded to his touch. He dropped to his knees and adjusted his hold of my cock. "Oh my god," I thought. He began to slowly stroke me with his rock hard grasp. The pressure he was applying was doing wonders. My brain was shooting fireworks. With his eyes still on me, he placed his mouth over my cock. His lips wrapped around my cockhead, and his tongue softly circled my knob. The wetness and heat felt amazing. Then he descended down causing my eyeballs to roll back. "Ughhh," I grunted. He sucked my cock with more vigor and passion than I had ever experienced before. His tongue danced along my shaft, tickling and teasing me each time. He made sure that he kept the pressure on me. Each time he sucked the length of my cock his lips squeezed powerfully. While he preoccupied his mouth with that, he used his strong fingers to roll my balls. The massaging of my delicate region only magnified my pleasure. I didn't measure up to his sizable length, but I considered myself somewhat above average. When he put my entire cock down his throat though I was taken by surprise. My rigid member felt so nice enveloped completely by his mouth, and he seemed to be able to hold it there without a gag reflex. He maintained a majority of my cock down his throat as he continued to blow me. Up and down my shaft his lips went as I was caught in ecstasy. It didn't take long before I was going over the edge. After another few times of his mouth working my shaft I came with more force than I could ever remember. My muscles were clenched as my cock continued to spasm. His mouth filled up with shot after shot of cum. And while he swallowed every drop with expert ease I was rolling in a wave of pleasure. I was breathing heavily trying to calm myself. My orgasm had finally subsided. Propping myself up, I tried to maintain my balance now that my body was sufficiently fatigued. Greg stood up. He seemed to be finished with me, but I couldn't muster up anything to say. I was wearing a goofy smile on my face showing my obvious enjoyment. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and smirked down at me. "You liked that, huh?" Greg said. "Um.. yeah, I mean I guess," I replied as I wasn't really sure what just happened. "Good," he said as he felt the waistband of his jeans. My eyes reflexively looked to his crotch. The unmistakable impression of his bulging member pressed out against the denim. I licked my lips sensing my dry mouth. He unbuttoned his pants and proceeded to pull the zipper down. This shook me from my lustful tunnel vision. My thoughts suddenly swirled with where I was, what I had just done, what he intended to do, and the ramifications of all this on what it meant regarding my sexuality, identity, and social status. "Oh, no," I stammered as my eyes darted between his crotch, his face, and the door. "What is it?" He asked calmly as he began to pull the sides of his pants down. "I can't, I can't do this," I said attempting to lift myself from the bed. "Yeah, I think you can," he laughed, placing his hand strongly on my shoulder. His strength and leverage kept me seated. My eyes shot up to his in surprise and worry. I drew as much courage as I could before asserting myself. "No seriously, I can't do this," I claimed more strongly, "You don't understand." "I know you can do this," he interrupted, "Do you want to know why?" "Why?" I said now worried. "Because if you don't.. I'll just call the cops and tell them that I caught you trespassing and attempting to steal things from my room," he said. "But I..." I started before realizing he had me. I had no way out. He was bigger and stronger than me. There was no way I could fight my way out. And if he called the cops they would believe everything he'd say. I mean, why wouldn't they? "You really thought you could accept that gift I just gave you and walk away without returning the favor?" He asked incredulously. I didn't know what to say. I looked down dejectedly. "We're not done until I'm finished," he said. He pushed me onto my back. I lay there with an alarmed look on my face as he yanked my pants and shoes off of my feet. "Please," I plead one last time, "I'm not gay. I'm really not into this." He pulled his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang up upon release and slapped his abdomen. My eyes darted right to it. There it was in all of its magnificent glory. "You sure?" He asks sarcastically, "because I can tell you like it. I've seen it written all over your face." I felt guilty. I knew I had enjoyed the blowjob he gave me and I couldn't help but ogle at his member. "Just lay back and relax," he said, "This is gonna happen. I know it and you know it. Just try to enjoy it. We both know your friend Alex sure does." He laughed. I looked up at him in surprise that he knew that I knew Alex. "You thought I didn't know who you were?" Greg smiled as he stroked his cock. "I've been wanting to get my hands on you ever since I first saw you two at that party last semester. That bottom is just begging to be taken." "Don't worry," Greg said, "I'm sure you'll love it just as much as he does." He grabbed ahold of my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My mind was a mix of fear, uncertainty, and lust. Knowing I couldn't get away I resigned to make this as painless an experience as possible. Even though I wouldn't consciously admit it, the way he was stroking his long dick was driving me insane. Despite having just felt my orgasm, I was getting hard again. He noticed my body betraying me and smiled at my inner turmoil. He rubbed the head of his cock on my asshole, and spat on it to wet it. I began to squirm as he rubbed his precum in and lubed my entrance. Placing a hand on my stomach, he attempted to calm me down and hold me still. As I sensed that he was about to start I focused my attention on the ceiling. By looking away I tried to mentally put myself somewhere else. Greg pushed the head of his cock into my hole gradually. I started to feel some pain and began to move, but he placed his hands at my hips and held me tightly. He began to push further. The pain increased with each centimeter. Eventually he stopped, which I considered a blessing because I couldn't imagine him going any farther. I thought he was all the way in, but I was so wrong. I looked down only to see several inches still remaining. Greg pulled out most of the way before he shoved himself back in. Several attempts later, Greg finally bottomed out in my ass. My eyes were watering, as the pain was incredible. Each thrust caused me to grunt. After allowing me to get used to his giant cock for a moment he pulled back out. The feeling once he withdrew was strange. I felt empty. It was as if there was something missing. Sliding himself back in, Greg began to saw his way in and out of me. He went deeper each time. Taking my attention off the ceiling, I noticed my dick was at full attention again. A bead of precum glistened at the tip. This didn't reflect my mental state, as the experience thus far was anything but pleasurable. Now that I had sufficiently loosened up to his thrusts though he took full advantage. Roughly, Greg ravaged my body. Pumping harder in and out than before, his sweaty frame heaved into me. As it became easier for him it also became easier for me. It didn't happen all at once, but with each penetration it didn't hurt as bad. The sensation of fullness became almost pleasant. Pain had been replaced by a dull ache, and I was surprised when I noticed my breathing escalate. Greg's thrusts were starting to feel kind of good. My protests and clenched teeth had given away. It was then that he slowed his pumping to pull nearly all the way out. I didn't have a chance to look to him to find out why. Greg threw himself all the way forward. He dove in to the hilt. His cock buried deep within me and before I knew what was happening a moan escaped from my lips. "Ohhhhhh yes," I groaned. Greg laughed at the sight of me. He pulled out and started thrusting in again. All of a sudden something had changed. His cock began to brush against a spot within me. It felt like a wave was building up. My skin tingled and my breaths became heavier as a sensation of pleasure grew over me. Almost like a can of laughing gas was going off in my chest, I could feel my face stretch into an open smile. Following a Friend My mouth hung open and my cheeks were flush. After each brush against that spot my lungs filled, and a moan escaped while nearly releasing into a laugh. As my eyes searched the ceiling all I could focus on was his dick rushing in and out of me. The sensations I was having were surreal. I couldn't help it. I wanted him in me more with each thrust. It was like an itch I couldn't quite scratch. I needed his cock to rub that spot more. "Fuck," I gasped. "You want it, don't you," he said with a devilish grin. "Just give it to me," I spat back at him angrily. I hated that I loved every second his thick cock was inside of me. He smiled as he smacked his hips into me firmly. Each thrust came through measured and strong. My body rocked each time. His thrusts become quicker as I could see in his face and his eagerness that he was approaching climax. I had completely given in to the experience. I was chasing this tidal wave of pleasure. My desperate moans filled the room. Just as it seemed that there was no escape from this pleasure his cock seemed to finally reach further into me than before. The head of his cock brushed that spot and sent that wave of pleasure ever higher. It crested and washed over me. A long moan rattled out of me as my hips and back spasmed. My ass clenched around his cock. Cum shot from my cock and landed on my chest and hit my face. The added pressure around his cock was all that it took to send him over the edge. He thrust home his cock and burst into my ass. I could feel the rush of hot cum filling me as my orgasm softened. Only pulling out enough to continue milking his cock, he slowly fucked me until he had deposited every last drop of his cum inside me. Pausing for a moment to catch his breath he leaned into and over me. I lay there in ecstasy as I began to come down from my high. A smile crept across my open mouth. My chest rose and fell as I tried to gather air. Greg pulled out of me finally and got up. He went to go wipe himself off. I suddenly felt incredibly empty. My asshole gaped still awaiting his big dick. Still panting, I looked over at him. "It's a good thing you're cute," he said, "Otherwise this could've gone much differently." For some reason my already flushed cheeks blushed at this remark. After stepping into his pants and pulling them up he turned back to face me. I had finally gathered the strength to sit up. He smirked as he looked at my disheveled mess. "Yeah, I'll definitely be seeing you again," he said confidently. I didn't respond to him. Content to get dressed, I attempted to put myself back together. He watched me fumble with my things in amusement. And as I grabbed my pants, my phone and keys fell out of my pocket and onto to the floor. That's when Greg walked up to me. While I tried to pull my pants on he reached for my keys and phone. I protested as he picked them up. Greg tossed my keys to me but held onto my phone. "What are you doing?" I asked weakly. He finished typing and closed the screen before handing it to me. "If I text you I expect you here within 20 minutes," he said. "What are you talking about?" I ask. "You know what I'm talking about," he said patting his cock through his pants. My eyes followed his hand. A part of my body was still aching for his dick. "If you ever want to feel this again you'll come when called," he chuckled. "That'll never happen," I said defensively, "This was a one time thing. I never would've gone through with this if you hadn't said you would call the cops." He laughed as he stepped in close to me. Attempting to appear unintimidated, I refrained from backing away. He reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling my hips into his. He spoke softly as his lips hovered inches from mine. "You keep telling yourself that," he said. Our cocks pressed against each other. His hand felt so good on my ass. I couldn't help but whimper at his touch. My lips quivered half-expecting his to close the distance. It took all of my will power to step away from him and shake my head clear of his advances. I grabbed my shirt and threw it on before I started towards the door. "Just remember," he said, "If you don't come I'll call up Alex and have him gobbling my dick in minutes." This caused me to stop at the door and look back at him. "Oh yeah," Greg laughed, "Alex definitely isn't afraid to take what he wants." I left the room shaking my head. "Don't let him get to you," I thought descending the stairs. Walking away from the house I started to feel the drowsiness and exhaustion take over me. And even worse the pit of my stomach was filled with shame and disgust for myself. I couldn't believe I let him take advantage of me like that. I slowly made my way home. When I walked in Alex was there watching television on the couch with his girlfriend. "Hey bud, why weren't you in class today?" Alex asked. I just ignored him and went to the bathroom. I had to get in the shower and wash myself off thoroughly. Cum had dried across my chest and who knew how I'd be able to wash out the cum in my ass. It took what seemed like forever to satisfactorily scrub myself clean. Once I had dried myself off I quickly crossed the hall to my room to avoid any conversation. I ended up collapsing onto my bed, and before I knew it I was asleep. For the next few days I was incredibly confused and distant. It was really awkward around Alex. We barely spoke, but not for a lack of his trying. A couple of days later I noticed him mysteriously leave the apartment again, this time late at night. It was right after I heard his phone vibrate in his room. I knew exactly where he was going. My emotions were so mixed about this. I was disgusted at Alex for going to service him, but it also made me hard imagining Alex's lips wrapped around his juicy cock. I kept telling myself that I wasn't, but deep down I knew I was jealous of him. My mouth would dry up and my body would shiver just thinking about myself doing the same. Even though Alex seemed to still be at this guys beckon call he did seem a little more like himself these days. He wasn't as on edge anymore and he and his girlfriend were getting along better. Meanwhile, I was a mess thinking about what had happened. I'd get hard every time I thought about Greg or the way his cock filled me up, which was all the time. Finally, after a few days of trying to spark conversation, Alex confronted me. "Come on dude. What's up with you?" He asked. I ducked the question. "I'm fine. It's just been a rough week," I said. "Bullshit," he replied. "Really, I am," I said. "You sure?" He asked. "I'm just... confused," I relent to him. "Confused?" he asks. "Never mind," I quickly replied, scared I might've said too much. He paused for a moment to think. "You know you can talk to me about anything right?" He asks. "Yeah, I know," I said, "I just need some space." And that's how we left it. I think we had both learned long ago that neither of us could be forced to open up about something. We were more likely to let each other divulge things in due time. The next day I was out grabbing lunch. I had to grab a sandwich in-between classes to get through my day. It was in the middle of checking out at the cash register when my phone vibrated. A glance at the screen confirmed my suspicions. "I need you here now," it read. My hands were shaking just reading it. I thought about what I was going to do. But really I already knew. I resolved to go confront him. I told myself I'd go and tell him to stop messaging me. I wasn't going to do this and play his little games. I showed up to his house ten minutes later. His house was only a few blocks away from where I'd had lunch so it didn't take long to walk there. I was nervous just standing on his front porch. I didn't know what to do. I patted around my pockets, checking my keys and phone. My hand landed on my dick, which was already hard in anticipation. I tried not to think about what that meant. I could barely contain myself as my cock fought the fabric of my jeans. My thoughts were cloudy and my skin tingled. Two thought processes were playing out in my mind. One was to tell him this was over and to leave me alone, and the other was the vision of his cock pumping me full of hot cum again while his strong hands firmly held my hips. After a minute spent waiting I reached out and knocked on the door. It creaked open from my knuckles hitting it. A voice echoed from upstairs. "Come on upstairs!" He hollered. I took a deep breath and attempted to put on my most confident act. I made my way upstairs and to the door of his room. He was sitting at his desk in the corner typing when he sensed my presence enter the room. He was wearing only a t-shirt and loose fitting boxers. He glanced over at me and then finished typing. "I knew you'd show up," Greg said keeping his eyes fixed on his computer screen. "Listen, we need to talk," I said, unsure of myself. "So have a seat," he said pointing to the bed. I resigned to listen to him. If I was going to handle this conversation confidently I might as well be comfortable. I walked across the room to the bed while he got up to follow me. I took a seat expecting him to do the same, but instead he simply stood in front of me. Looking up at him made this even more difficult. I was right at eye level with his mid section. You would think some loose boxers would do a decent job of obscuring the view of a man's private area, but this was not the case. His large member hung confidently against the material, snaking down the leg of his boxers. Being as it was so presented in front of me, my attention was directly drawn to it. I swallowed as my mouth unconsciously salivated. "What do you want to talk about," Greg asked, redirecting my attention. My eyes shot up to his. "Last week was a mistake," I mumbled, "I'm sorry that I was in you're room, but I don't want to do that again." He let my words hang in the air. Reaching into his boxers, he pulled his cock through the hole in the front. My mouth went dry at the sight of it. I hadn't seen it so close before. "You sure that's what you want?" he mockingly asked. He stroked himself from the base of his shaft to around the tip. "Yeah..." I said shakily. "Okay," he shrugs, "but I'm not convinced." He continued to slowly stroke his dick in front of my face. The once soft lengthy member was now expanding and growing to the touch. My eyes were fixated on it. "I should get out of here," I thought, "I already told him that I didn't want this." But my legs felt like they were stuck to the ground. I gulped hard desperately swallowing my saliva. My breathing was shallow as my mouth hung open slightly. "But I," I began before he interrupted me. "It doesn't matter what you say," he asserted, "I know the real answer just from watching you." My eyes shot up to his. Confusion was written on my face. "You love it. You've been wanting to taste it so bad that you don't know what to do with yourself," he said as his shaft grew in his hand. "What? No, I..." I assert. He cuts me off. "You've wanted to have your lips wrapped around this for a while now," he said, "You want to feel that rush again that you got from my dick being stuck up your tight ass." I wanted to say something, but I couldn't form the right words in my mouth. I felt ashamed yet my cock was harder than ever. My face and neck felt hot. "And I can tell that you're just waiting for a chance to taste it," he said acknowledging his cock. His hand firmly gave it a tug, pointing it at my face. My body was so sexually charged. The room felt warm. The way he spoke, well, he had me hanging on every word. "Don't worry," he said, "I won't make you beg. All you have to do is wrap those pretty little lips around my cock, and you can have it." He moved closer. I had nothing to say. My mouth hung open as my eyes were glued to his engorged member. My mind was a mess of thoughts. Sensing my inner turmoil, he placed his other hand on the back of my head. His touch gently pulled me forward until his cock pressed against my lips. "Just taste it," he urged softly. My mouth opened and I extended my tongue. I went for it. I licked his shaft and the underside of his cockhead briefly. Everything else seemed to fall away. All I focused on was this hard member in front of me, waiting to have my mouth wrapped around it. Following the draw of his hand I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. "That's it," he encouraged. I sucked on him firmly. It felt soft and warm, yet still rigid. I bobbed forward a little further, filling my mouth. My tongue circled the head. I enjoyed the curious taste. I opened wide to accommodate as much I could. Firmly, I sucked his thick member. Just as I got the entire head of his cock past my lips he took a step back. I leaned a little to follow him before I caught myself. I looked up expecting an explanation for why he took his dick away. He simply smiled and nodded towards the floor. Understanding what he wanted, I moved off the bed to the floor. On my knees I looked up at him and then back at his cock. He guided the shaft to my lips. I wrapped them back around him, and savored the taste and feeling of his member filling my mouth. He took his hand away so that I could grasp the base of his cock in my own fingers. Closing my eyes, I moved my lips down his shaft and started sucking his cock. I had completely given in. Holding onto his cock, I knew that I wanted it. It felt good to be able to hold this large rod in my hand. I began bobbing my head up and down on it. "Oh yeah, that feels great," he said. Hearing Greg say that made me blush. I loved that he liked the way I pleasured him. I tried my best by thinking back to the moves girls had used on me. The way Alex masterfully played it the other day came to mind. I made sure to get his cock nice and wet with my saliva. I tried to suck as much of the length of his cock at once. I brought my lips down his shaft before rising up to the tip of his cock again. When his cock comfortably rested in my mouth I licked around the head and swirled his member with my tongue. I stroked him long and hard, first swallowing the length and then pulling on his rod all way to the top. Greg's cock was so big that I could barely fit half the length in my mouth. Using his hand on the back of my head, he started easing my head down further each time I went down on him. I wasn't entirely comfortable with this. I tried to fit as much as I could into my mouth before it began to hit the back of my throat. With over half of his cock working its way in and out of my mouth, I put my hands on his hips to steady myself. When he tried to push more in than I could handle I gagged in disagreement. My eyes watered while I backed off of him. I continued stroking him as I caught my breath. Determined not to let it phase me, I went back down on him. He released my head and let me have my way with his cock. I started sucking on him quicker and more eagerly. He started moaning softly to my efforts. "Mhmmm that's it," he cooed. Firmly holding onto his hips, I tried going down on him further. I sucked as much of him as possible. Taking in a breath without letting his cock leave my mouth, I attempted to deepthroat him. Moving my lips down his shaft as quickly as I could, I opened wide and attempted to stave off my gag reflex. His cock hit the back of my throat and I kept swallowing. Once my lips had nearly reached the base of his cock I stopped. I held him there as my eyes watered. "Oh god," he groaned, "that's sooo good." Needing air, I quickly backed my mouth off his cock. His cockhead audibly popped out of my mouth. I smiled up at him through my watery eyes as I kept stroking him. I was proud of myself for fitting so much of him down my throat. Inhaling deeply through my nose, the smell of musk in the air was intoxicating. Determined to finish the job, I went back to sucking his dick. My efforts were becoming stronger. I licked the underside of his cock while I bobbed up and down on his shaft. Using my hand to stroke the base of his cock, I made sure every inch was taken care of while my mouth attended to the rest of his hard member. I could tell he was getting close. He put his hand back on the back of my head and started moving his hips forward to fuck my mouth. I held still as he pushed his shaft through my lips. Picking up the pace, his thrusts became more desperate as he fought for his orgasm. With a final thrust he pushed himself deep into my mouth, nearly to the back of my throat, and held it there. His hips seized and his body tensed as cum spurt from the head of his cock. A gasp escaped his lips as he filled my mouth with cum. Several shots hit the back of my throat. I tried to swallow all that I could. He retreated the head of his spasming member to the end of my tongue and allowed me to catch it more easily. I admittedly enjoyed the taste of the salty mix. With my hand on his cock, I used strong strokes to get what was left out of him. He groaned at my touch. Once he had finished I swallowed what my mouth held. I took a satisfied gulp. Indulging myself a little, I went down on him a final time and sucked his cock with a tight lipped rub. Once I was finished, I looked up at him. I saw that he had a satisfied look on his face. "You're a natural," he said petting my head. He took my hand and pulled me up, bringing me close. Greg locked lips with me to my surprise. Eventually I returned the kiss after a moment of hesitation passed. The softness of his lips and the touch of our bodies together coaxed me to give in to the experience. I eased into him comfortably. My mouth opened to receive his tongue and we played with each other's mouths. The heat of the moment had transformed my thoughts to thinking of nothing but him and me. Even an hour ago I would've never imagined kissing another man. I had only ever imagined his cock and the sexual acts I'd seen and experienced. But, at that moment it felt right. Enjoying the feeling of his lips and the way our tongues intertwined, I gave into him. Just when I thought I needed to come up for air he put his hands on my shoulders and separated us. I inhaled, searching for air through a wide smile. Placing his hands on my chest now, he pushed me back. The force threw me back onto the bed. I was surprised by the sudden action but not alarmed. He caught my legs as they kicked up and began pulling my pants off. Once my shoes, pants, and underwear were off he climbed onto the bed, kneeling over me. I moved up the bed to allow him space. He crawled up until he hovered over me. Eagerly he bent down to give me another kiss, our mouths felt almost glued together. We separated only to breath. Breaking the kiss, he proceeded to backtrack down the bed. Grabbing ahold of my raging hard cock, he started stroking it. "Ohhhh yes," I moan. Working his fist up and down my cock, he leaned over me and spit on it. Lubricating my shaft, he rubbed the saliva in. The added wetness only made the handjob he was giving me feel better. "My turn," he said looking back up at me smiling. Dipping his head down, he licked up and around the shaft. He wrapped his lips around me and used his mouth to apply amazing pressure to my member. He sucked my cock better than anyone had ever. I only received a blowjob twice before, and that included the other day. But this... this blew those out of the water. He was doing everything with much more energy than before. His tongue was so masterful. The way he curled it around my cock and used it each time he bobbed up and down to apply pressure felt too good for words to describe. Following a Friend My mind's sole focus was on Greg's hot mouth pumping my dick. He would alter his pace from going up and down the length of my shaft slowly and forcefully to quickly bobbing and rotating around my cockhead, and back again. Although my dick isn't nearly the length and girth of his, he still surprised me by going all the way down on me. It was like he didn't even have a gag reflex. His lips descended all the way down my shaft until they were at the base and his nose was touching my short pubic hair. Without hesitation he started deepthroating me each time he sucked the length of my cock. This was just too much for me. "Uuuuhhh, oh please," I moaned, begging for release. He backed off and started sucking quickly. His strong full lips were bringing me to the edge. As he rolled his tongue and mouth once more around the head of my dick I felt it. Cum shot from my dick. I grunted in appreciation. I didn't cum as much as he did but he still milked me to the last drop. He used his strong lips and squeezed what felt like my soul out of me. Once he had sufficiently drained me he leaned back and wiped his lips. "Mmmm," he sounded as he swallowed my load. He moved back up the bed and kissed me. I could taste my own cum on his lips. While we held our lips together I felt something else. Dangling against my hip was his long member. To my utter shock it was already hard again. As we broke our kiss I asked incredulously, "Oh my god, are you hard again already?" His grin stretched from ear to ear. "Do you think you're ready for it?" He asked suggestively. My brain wouldn't permit me to answer. Bringing myself to actually say I wanted it was still too much of a barrier for me to get past. Without waiting for my answer, he watched me with knowing eyes as he crawled off the bed. Once he was standing he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. My ass landed against his midsection. His hard dick wedged between my cheeks. "Mhmm," he began, "I'm really going to enjoy this." He rubbed his hands from my thighs up my sides and to my chest. Then he pressed his nails in to me and ran his fingers down my body. The trail he scratched into my body sent shivers through me. Stopping at my ass, he grabbed ahold of each cheek and squeezed them. The sensations were so exciting. I moaned in approval. His hand stroked his cock as he prepared for me. He threw my legs over his shoulder and spread my ass apart. Rubbing his cock into the crest of my ass, he teased my entrance. To lubricate me he spit on my asshole and on his dick as well. With his hand he rubbed it into his cock and then he used it to rub the wetness against me. I wasn't nearly as unprepared this time for what was to come. And instead of being scared, I was actually looking forward to the sensation of his large member filling me up. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed and allowed him to slip his cockhead into my waiting hole. He rolled it in small circles against me as he tried to loosen my opening up. The massage at my entrance was very arousing. "Are you ready?" He asked. Watching him, I nodded my head. He started pushing his weight into me ever so much. Slowly he slid his cock in deeper. I was still very tight and it felt like he was pushing my insides aside. After a minute he stopped. There was so much pressure. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up my ass. Another minute passed as I adjusted to his size. He ground his cock into me, circularly applying pressure to continue to loosen me up. He had a hold of my cock as well, slowly jerking me off. When he felt like I was ready he continued pushing further. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore any pain. When he stopped again he had over three-fourths of his dick burrowed into me. Comfortable with the pressure, I enjoyed how full he made me feel. Greg started moving in and out gradually. His shaft massaged my ass a couple inches in and out at a time. Every time he shoved his dick back in I grunted from the force. His cock's patient pounding of my ass finally gave way to him bottoming out. I could feel his balls smack my ass and his hips flush against me. He paused briefly recognizing how deep he was and then he began picking up the pace. His cock worked like a piston pumping in and out. The pressure was no longer as bad as it was initially. It gave away to the now familiar feeling of fullness and aching pleasure. I could now appreciate his member pumping into my ass. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh," I responded to his thrusts. He pulled his cock all the way out of me until nothing but the tip sat at my entrance. He then proceeded to push all the way back in the hilt. His balls loudly smacked my ass. The force rocked my body. He continued fucking me long and hard while I moaned with each thrust. His big cock snaked its way in and out. Finally he brushed against my pleasure center. The head of his member found my g-spot again. The rapid movements of Greg's dick kept teasing me with each stroke. It was driving me wild. "Come on, harder," I pleaded with him. Greg responded quickly. His rhythm picked up and he threw his hips into mine with more effort. After Greg fucked me hard with a couple deep thrusts my lungs took a sharp intake of air. I gasped loudly as pleasure rushed through me. My gasping for air quickly turned into a long moan. I was slack jawed with another dumb smile on my face. "Yes, yes, oh yes," I called out. The rhythm of his cock pumping into me combined with the stimulation of my g-spot had me on another planet. I tightened the muscles of my ass around his cock. I desperately wanted to keep every inch of him in me as long as I could. This had an affect on him as well. "Oh boy, you're so tight," he said. Greg took his time. He thrust with a thudding force each time. I didn't think it could feel any better than it did the first time, but he was changing my mind. My breathing was ragged as I chased the pleasure his cock was bringing. I rotated and turned my hips each way to meet his dick. His pace started to accelerate as he was coming close. He now furiously fucked my ass as hard and as quickly as he wanted to. I watched as the flexing muscles of his chest and abs glistened. There was something so primal and arousing about the way his body looked as it plowed into me. The rhythmic slapping of his balls against my ass sounded around the room and the smell of raw male sex filled my nostrils. I was intoxicated by every sense. Just as I thought he might never cum he burst mid thrust. He kept slamming his hips into me as cum shot deep into my ass. The sensation of his cock and his cum filling me triggered my own member to spasm again. Having blown my load just a short time ago, just a small amount of cum jumped from the head of my cock. But, my mid section and untouched member kept seizing long after I had spent my remaining sperm. After he finished laying into me he stopped with my ass still full of his dick. I enjoyed the fullness in my exhausted state. Greg slumped over me until he caught his breath. He supported himself by only his arms against the bed. Eventually, he pulled his cock out and rolled off onto the bed. We both lay there breathing heavily. A brief period of quietness passed before I gathered the energy to make the first sound. "Ughhhhh," I groaned, "That was amazing." I was still experiencing the residual effects of my orgasm. "That goes the same for me," Greg said between breaths, his voice breaking into a tired laugh. "Your ass is just too good to me." After a few seconds of recovery he was the first to venture up. He bent down to grab my clothes and threw them on the bed for me. I sat up to gather them and start dressing. My ass felt so loose, almost numb from that fucking. He walked over to his closet and pulled a towel out. He turned back to me. "I know you had as much fun as I did," he said smirking at me. I smiled at him as my cheeks blushed. "That means I don't want to hear anymore excuses next time," he said half-joking, half-serious. "When I text you just come over and we'll have some more fun." "Okay," I said somewhat defeated somewhat excited. I knew I loved it. I just didn't know how I felt about showing it. I finished dressing and stood up, which is when I realized just how sore my ass was becoming. "I'll be seeing you soon," he said as he walked out of the room. I could here the sound of a shower turning on and I took that as my cue. Limping carefully out of the room and down the stairs, I began to make my way home again. I felt so sweaty and dirty walking across campus. Having come down from my orgasmic high, all I wanted to do now was collapse on my bed. One thing that I didn't feel though was shame or embarrassment. I was pretty much okay with what this situation was now. I never would've imagined saying it before, but I enjoyed it. This no-strings attached opportunity for amazing sex was exactly what I wanted, even if it was with another man. In fact I thought it might be better this way. What I felt with Greg was better than anything I experienced with the opposite sex. My long walk gave me time to think. By the time I got home I felt like I was in a good place for the first time in over a week. I cleaned myself up once I got inside and threw on some new clothes. A short time later Alex walked in. We chatted and decided to go out get dinner. While we were eating we got to talk again. By the end of the night it felt like we were back to normal. I went to sleep that night and slept better than I had in a while. Things were good again. The only difference between now and before was the occasional meeting with a cock that needed my servicing.