FRICTION FICTION: FLIP-FLOP by Troy M. Grant (2007)

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ART BY HARRY BUSH

FLIP-FLOP

By Troy M. Grant

(Freshmen.Jan.2007.)

I handed Greg another beer. It was his fourth and he was getting a
little buzzed. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but there
was no turning back now. My throbbing nuts were in control and they
weren't about to let me stop, not until I managed to get my hands inside
Greg’s pants.

I had lusted after Greg my entire freshman year in college. He was a
babe. His light brown hair was short and spiky and gave him an edgy look
I found arousing. His brown eyes and angelic face never failed to make
my cock suddenly stir. Greg was only 5 foot 10 and 145 pounds, but he
was all muscle and toned flesh. I’d never seen him with his shirt off,
but I just knew he had a sexy build.

I’d been after him for a year now, devouring him with my eyes and
flirting with him in the deepest recesses of my imagination. I was a
complete novice when it came to putting the moves on anybody. I wanted
Greg but had no idea how to make that happen. My cock twitched in my
jeans with constant longing, my nuts ached with desperate desire
whenever I passed him in the dorm. I had to have him.

I decided to invite Greg over to my room and get him drunk enough so
that I could try something with him. If he didn't go for it, I could
play it off like it was the booze. A pretty lame plan, I thought, but I
had to do something or I was going to explode!

Greg was feeling no pain as he downed yet another beer. I was getting a
nice buzz myself, although I was careful not to drink too much. I was so
nervous I was trembling as I sat beside Greg on the couch. Carefully I
put my hand on his leg. I knew if I didn't keep moving with my plan I’d
chicken out, so I rubbed his thigh.

Greg acted like he didn't feel what I was doing. But my cock was going
crazy in my shorts. I thought I was going to cream my jeans just by my
touching him. I decided to press my luck and slid my hand over Greg’s
bulge and groped it. That he noticed. Yet he didn’t say anything, he
just spread his legs and let me go after his dick.

And after his dick I went. I massaged it with both hands, then worked
his inner thighs. I could feel his long, thick tool throb and grow under
my fingers. My own heated state was making me bolder, so I climbed on
top of Greg and pulled his shirt over his head. As soon as his chest was
bare I ran my hands all over it.

"So that's how you wanna play it!" Greg said. "You’ve gotten more than
you bargained for, stud!'

Greg lifted me right up over him, stood, and tossed me down on the
couch. He ripped my shirt off — literally. I could hear the material
shredding as he tore it from my body. He jerked my jeans off, then my
boxers — I was completely naked in seconds. Greg's onslaught was so
fierce that I was stunned; I didn't know what he was going to do next.

"Afraid, Troy?" Greg's eyes were wild and intense. "Ya know, I like it
when guys are a little afraid of me."

Greg was right. I'd gotten more than I’d planned on, but I was liking
it. Here I'd set out to seduce him, and now he was after me. I actually
yelped as he dropped on top of me and shot his tongue into my mouth, his
hands all over me.

My heart pounded and my breath came hard and fast — half from awe, half
from intense horniness. Greg was still dressed from the waist down, but
my cock was so hard it was jabbing him right through his jeans. I could
feel his hardness too through the thick denim, and we ended up grinding
our bulges into one another.

1 wanted his dick bad. I wanted to suck it. I groped his crotch and
fumbled with his jeans, trying feverishly to get them off his slim
hips.

"No!" he said with some force. "You don't do anything until I tell you
to." He pushed me back onto the couch and I could tell he was really
getting into this.

Greg pulled me to my feet, I may have been bigger than he was, more
powerfully built, and stronger, but it was clear that he was in control
right now. I loved it — he shoved me down on my knees.

"You want that cock?" he asked.

"Yes!"

"Beg me if you want it."

"Please," I whimpered, "let me suck your dick."

"Not good enough," he smirked, and nodded deliberately as he seductively
rubbed his boner with his thumb, tracing the outline of its thick crown.
He was so hot I'd have done anything to have him, and he knew that.

"Please!" I begged. "I want it so bad! I’ll do anything, anything!
Please! Please feed me your fat cock!"

He didn't answer. Instead, he slowly unbuckled his belt and popped open
the buttons of his jeans. I was ready to lose it. My eyes were glued to
his crotch as his boxers slid into view. He pushed his jeans to the
floor and kicked them away, then slowly moved his boxers down his
thighs.

Seven and a half thick, throbbing inches were gradually revealed, and I
licked my lips in anticipation. I wanted it so bad I could practically
taste the pink skin, but Greg held his oozing stick just out of reach.
He stepped forward and rubbed his meaty cock against my cheek and chin.
The plump head felt so hot — I wanted to inhale it.

He leaned back and softly, repeatedly, slapped me in the face with it. I
was so aroused; I thought I was going to shoot a load right then and
there. "Suck it!" he ordered.

I was on that dick almost before he finished his words. I pulled the
dick head to my lips, parted them, and worked my way down his shaft as
he moaned with pleasure. I sucked right down to the base, his pubes
crushing against my nostrils, filling them with the scent of manhood,
virility — his sex.

Greg grabbed my head and pulled his cock nearly free of my lips. But I
held on — I didn't want to let him get away. I needn't have worried
though — Greg crammed his throbbing shaft back between my lips, burying
it to the hilt, and then face-fucked me, moaning loudly the whole time.
I had never been so turned on before.

Greg whipped his rod in and out of my mouth as I fought for air. I loved
the taste of his cock, the feeling of it sliding across my tongue,
rubbing against my lips. And I especially dug the sound of his
uncontrollable moaning and whimpering as I did it.

He thrust harder and harder and went guttural like a wild creature. He
rammed his cock down my throat as my jaw dropped and sweat went flying.

"Oh! Oh! Awww!" he screamed as spurt after spurt of his delicious, hot
cream spewed across my lips. He thrashed and bucked with each thick,
juicy jet. His spunk was creamy, sweet, just a little tangy, and it just
kept blasting into my mouth.

Greg finally finished his delivery, but I kept right on sucking. I was
so cock crazed, he ended up having to push me off his dick.

My cock had been rock hard and throbbing the entire time, so I reached
down and started stroking it. Greg slapped my hand away. "Did I say you
could do that?" he said calmly, still in complete control of our
situation.

"No."

"No, what?" he prompted me.

"No, sir!"

"Better," Greg replied and stood over me I was completely under his
sway, and he knew I'd do anything for him — anything!

Greg pushed me into his bedroom. He grabbed a rubber out of his dresser
and unrolled it over his still stiff dick. I'd never been fucked in my
ass before, and I was more than a little apprehensive at first, but I
still wanted his cock bad.

"You want to get fucked, don't you!"

"Yes." I replied. "I mean, yes, sir!"

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"Please fuck me! I want your hard cock up my ass, sir! I want you to
fuck me. Please! fuck my asshole!"

Greg smiled at my new attitude. I’d never thought of myself as
submissive, but this fantasy before me was speeding beyond belief.

Greg shoved me over the edge of his bed and knelt just behind me. He
pressed his dick head against my virgin asshole and started to push.

"You sure are tight, Damn!"

I grunted. "Yes."

He persisted in applying pressure, and finally the fat, bulbous head
slid in. I yelped and Greg pushed down on my lower body to keep me in
place. He slowly slid the rest of his fat meat right up into my tight
ass; one inch — then another. I writhed on the bed, grunting, groan-ing.
Greg didn't stop — he just kept easing into me farther and farther. I
was thankful he wasn't any bigger — I don't think I could have handled
much more His cock felt fucking huge.

Greg moaned loudly as he buried his cock up my ass. Now that he was all
the way in — his pubes to my butt cheeks — he held his cock there for a
moment, then began to pull out. Just before his dick head popped out
from my meaty acorn, he pushed his cock back up my ass, but a little
faster this time.

I was just beginning to grow accustomed to his latest rhythm when he
rammed it in hard and I yelped. Greg grabbed hold of my hips and began
fucking me like a wild beast. He pounded his cock deep up into my ass,
rocking in pleasure, using me.

The more he plundered my asshole, the more I wanted it. I lived for the
feeling of his cock inside me, filling me and fucking me, stretching me
out and pounding me deep. It felt incredible, and I needed more.

"Fuck me, Greg! Harder! Harder!"

"You want it harder? I’ll give it to you harder; I’ll give you the
hardest fuck of your life!"

He fucked me without mercy. He used every muscle he had to ram his dick
up inside me. I loved it. I felt completely his, completely filled,
completely nutted. I loved hearing his spontaneous utterances. Greg
leaned over me, fucking me like a jackhammer, his cock a blur as it
raided my butt. I’d had no idea that anyone could fuck like that!

Yeah. Greg was the master, my master. And he was still speeding up his
attack — fucking me harder, his nuts slapping against my ass. I couldn't
believe it! Like a snap, Greg threw his head back and howled as he
unleashed his load up my chute I could feel his cock throbbing as he
pounded his jizz into me. Greg pumped and spurted and filled the room
with his moans of shivering ecstasy. His sweaty chest smashed against my
back as he continued shoving his cock up my used asshole.

Just when I thought he was finished, he grunted again and sprayed
another creamy load into the latex. I could not believe anyone had that
much milk in them.

Greg finally pulled his cock out of my ass, and he lifted me off the bed
and forced me to my knees. My own rock hard cock was drooling pre-come
and it stuck straight out from my tensed, young body. My nuts were
filled to the aching point.

"You want to come, don't you?"

"Yes!" I panted.

"I don't think you've earned it." Greg smiled wickedly.

"Please. Please!" He didn't answer. He just stood there looking down at
me.

"Please!" I begged. "I need it so bad! Please!" The desperation in my
voice was genuine.

"Do it!" he ordered. I wrapped my hand around my stiff dick as he
watched and inspected. I stroked it only once before I blew my thick,
ivory load of seed all over my chest and abs — thick, juicy strings of
it. My eyes rolled back in my head as I got my rocks off. It felt like 1
hadn't come in weeks. The orgasm rippled and surged through my entire
body as my asshole pulsed and my nuts emptied the rest of their precious
contents all over my tightly clenched fist. The sensation was so intense
that 1 couldn't help but cry out.

I oozed out my last creamy bit and collapsed on the floor, gasping for
breath. Greg grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me to my feet.

"I hope you learned your lesson, Troy." he said. The next time you try
to get me drunk and take advantage of me, I'll really fuck your tight
little ass!"

"Yes. Yes, sir!"

As soon as he left I walked down to the market and bought two big old 12
packs of beer, just to make sure I’d be ready for the next time.