FRICTION FICTION: BUT HE'S STRAIGHT! by J.J. Miller (2007)

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BUT HE’S STRAIGHT!

By J.J. Miller

(Freshmen.April.2007.)

There’s nothing sweeter than fucking a breeder — especially when he
asks.

“She told me that she’s only with me because my dick is so big,” his
deep voice murmured in my ear.

What? Has he just said what I thought he said? He has. Why? It’s just
the two of us here. And now my cock is growing, pushing its way down my
jeans.

Jon is 25, my age. He’s short and thin, brown skinned, black haired. He
wears tight white T-shirts over his equally tight little body, and his
large nipples show through. His jeans are form fitting over his round
little ass and especially over his bulge. I’ve jacked off thinking about
him so many times — I’ve wanted him for so long.

But he’s straight!

I try to change the conversation: “How’s your brother doing?”

He doesn’t hear. He says, “Wanna see?”

I can only look at the floor while I try to gain control of my voice.
Then: “Yeah, I wanna see.”

He stands up, unzips, and hauls it out, and he’s fuckin’ hard! And he’s
big!

He’s looking down at himself. “So what do you think? Pretty big, huh?”

“Yes, pretty damned big,” I reply.

“You like dick?” He looks at me.

“Yeah, I like dick.” I’m motionless except for the jumping between my
jeans and thigh.

“I can tell.” He’s looking at my bulge. Then he glances back at his
cock. “I always wondered what it’d feel like for a guy to suck me.” His
eyes travel back to mine, and he’s grinning. “You game?”

“Yeah, I’m game.”

“So suck me.”

I’m not going to question any of this. I’m not going to waste time on
analysis, such as why he’s doing this, why I’ve never gotten the
slightest him from him that he might want this. I don't care. I'm not
looking this gift horse in the mouth. I'm going to take it down my
throat.

He smells like sweat and pre-come. His pitch black pubes are glistening
with perspiration that wets my nose and cheeks as 1 bury my face into
them.

“Oh. shit, that's really good.” And he begins to thrust into my bobbing
head, wrapping his hands around the back of me, clutching me onto him.

Oh! This is great! But I want to see more; I've fantasized about this
too much not to see him naked. I advance things a little further by
sliding my hand up and under his T-shirt. He doesn't mind. He lets me
explore. I feel smooth, rippling abs and the definition of his creamy
chest. I've never seen him with his shirt off, but I’m beginning to
envision him through touch: tight, young skin stretched over a swimmer's
frame. I want to see. I want to see so badly. As if reading my mind, he
takes his hands from behind my head and yanks his shirt off. Oh, yes!

1 look up as I continue to sink his cock into my mouth. I take in the
thin, muscular, brown torso above me. Sweat pools over his sternum, and
I reach up to it and rub the moisture over his delicious chest, across
his nipples. And his nipples, damn! They're big and they're erect from
the coolness of the sweat I've coated them with. They're pointing,
knotted at the tips — the tips are inviting my tongue. Do I dare? Do I
push it further? I dare. I push.

I leave his hot cock and grab his wet back and wrap my mouth around an
erect nipple, hoping he doesn't resist me, really hoping I haven't gone
beyond what he wants from me. My tongue flicks over the knot, and he
wants it. He's turned on. I hear him gasp and see his chest expand as
the air rushes in. jutting the nipple further into my mouth. I go for
the other one — he's loving it. He grabs my head. I look up at him, into
his beautiful brown face, into his dark eyes. He covers my mouth with
his as he cups my head in his hands. He sinks his tongue into me,
wrapping it around mine. I taste him: He's sweet.

He exits my mouth, still holding my head in his hands. He says, “Oh, I
wish I'd known it would be like this.” He kisses me again. Then he rears
back and reveals: “I want you to fuck me.”

I kiss him deeply.

He rises, takes his pants off and stands in front of me with his feet
wide apart. He is beautiful. His black hair clings to the sweat around
his forehead. His face is hot caramel, glistening with the moisture. His
eyes are dark, smooth, soothing.

I turn him around —I bend him over the coffee table — I kneel behind him
— I spread his smooth, hairless cheeks — I drive my tongue into his
asshole — he tightens as I worm my way into his sweet virgin tunnel:
tighten, loosen, tighten, loosen.

I leave him spread over the table and return with the necessities.

My dick is still rustling inside my jeans. I slip out of my pants and
kneel. I grease his gorgeous asshole, and I throb at the sight of him
squirming as I slowly work him open with my finger.

I hear him, muffled, his face turned down into the coffee table: “I want
you. I don't know if I can take you, but I want you.”

I've got a couple of condoms in my wallet; my travel kit. 1 roll one
onto my prick and crawl on top of him and bury my face into his neck as
I begin to rub my cock between his firm cheeks. He rises to meet me,
moving his asshole to find my dick. I place the swollen head of my cock
over his bud and let him have control. He reaches behind with his hand
to steady me as he moves his haunches up and back. He is lifting us both
off the table, and I find myself sitting on my calves with him squatting
over me, his back against my face. I take advantage of the position and
wrap my hands around him and run them over his chest and stomach as he
slowly eases himself onto me. My cock's head penetrates his hole — the
hot silkiness of his rectum is beyond description. I remain calm and
steady, although I want that sensation all down the shaft of my cock
now. I want to tear into this virgin ass.

I want his first fuck to be the greatest experience of his life. I want
him screaming for more.

But I’m patient.

As he continues to inch lower, he appears to get uncomfortable. He
yells, stops, starts, yells again. I whisper into his ear, “Relax,
tighten, let go.” I repeat this as a mantra for a few minutes. And
before I realize it, its worked, and Jon is not tense at all and begins
to slide up and down quickly.

He drops to all fours, bringing me up on top of him and starts
hollering. “Fuck me! Shit, yeah! Fuck the shit out of me! Goddamn It!
Drive that dick up my ass!” He swings his head from side to side. I grab
his shoulders and acquiesce, plowing at full speed into his fine brown
ass. I reach around and grab his huge, hard dick and pump it toward the
carpet. its head almost touching the shag. He's screaming and grinding
backward into my forward thrusts. And I cannot believe this is the
straight man I've dreamed about for all these years, now underneath me,
begging me to sink every inch of my dick up into his ass.

And I'm going to come. I'm going to shoot the biggest load I've ever
plowed into a guy's ass.

“Jon! Come! Come now! I'm going to blow!”

His ass muscles contract around my rod, and he yells in incredible
release as his engorged cock pistons in my hand and I explode into the
condom as I fuck him crazy. God. I'm going to pass out. I fall onto his
back, flattening him to the floor beneath me.

I slide off of him and rip the full condom off. He rolls over and kisses
me. He looks at me deeply and with a slightly surprised expression. “I
never thought it would be like that!”

He sees I'm still wearing my shirt. “Damn, let's get you out of this.”
He lifts it up over my head. “Nice chest.” He moves between my legs and
rubs his hands across my chest, his dick still hard. He handles my
flaccid meat. “Nice cock, too!” And he takes it into his mouth. He runs
his fingers between my legs and moves his forefinger over my asshole.

He lets my dick fall from his mouth, looks up at me and grins. “I think
it's your turn.”

Oh, Man! I'm getting hard again. Of course I’m getting hard, its Jon I’m
with. And I just finished plowing his ass! And he sure as hell can have
mine in return.

I stare at him. “So fuck me.”

I know I’m in for it now, but I want this guy's horse dick up my ass!

His finger is sliding in and out of me, and I can hardly wait for him.
He's stretched across my thigh, my stomach, playing with my nipples,
flicking them with his finger, and he slowly inserts another finger into
me. I raise myself up and meet him.

“Are you ready?” he purrs.

“Yeah.”

He grabs my other rubber and slips it on, then kneels before me again
and maneuvers my legs up. I rest them on his sinewy shoulders and can
feel his hardening nipples brush against the backs of my thighs as he
arcs over me. The fat head of his cock is against my asshole, and I'm
opening for him. He begins to enter me slowly. I know there is going to
be pain, and I want it. Then the stretching starts.

“Ahh, yeah!” I slap my open palms on the carpet. “That’s so hot, man!”
He sinks his dick in deeper, and my muscles start to draw him inside.
Finally my butt swallows up his massive cock all the way. Already I
can't get enough, and I throw both my hands behind him and pull him —
force him — deep into me.

He starts to pound faster and faster, and I become happily maddened by
the combination of indistinguishable pain and pleasure — writhing
beneath him, yelling his name, beating his chest with my fists, then my
open palms — grasping his hair, bringing his face to mine, thrusting my
tongue into his mouth, excited by his tongue twirling around mine —
sweating, his sweat dripping into my eyes, blinding me. burning me. his
spit running down my cheeks, his hands twisting my nipples — squaring my
shoulders, tangling in my naked hair, my back burning across the carpet.
He pulls out and yanks the rubber off. I grab his cock and mine with
both hands and pump and watch our simultaneous squirts shooting across
my heaving chest. He leans in and licks all the hot fluid off me.

“Oh, my God! Shit, Jon! Damn! I look at him above me. He's gazing into
my eyes, sweat dripping from his face, his hair drenched. His mouth open
— he can't believe it either.

He leans in and kisses me, and it feels like it's both of our first
times.

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