Jodie and I attended high school together. Handsome with long blond hair, an athletic build, and stood five feet eight, he was “straight” but became curious after a few beers.
Drunk at a straight bar, I invited him to my apartment for more drinks. Our first play together is fuzzy, and I remember bits and pieces and suffered a two-day hangover.
Jodie, aware I was gay, confessed he enjoyed receiving a blowjob from a guy. I remember sucking him, and he came in my mouth, but he never sucked me.
With his legs in the air, my cock softened wearing a condom. I tried fucking him bareback but only produced a semi boner.
With our first time, a drunken mess, I invited Jodie for beers, determined to make a memorable evening.
Jodie only played drunk, and we enjoyed a unique sexual energy together. He finished nine beers and me two. A playful drunk, Jodie held his liquor.
He sat on the sofa topless and wore green running-shorts with loose-fitted underwear. If he spread his thighs, his balls hung out, and if he sat over his legs, his asshole flashed.
“Tell me, why don’t you like sucking cock?” I asked.
“Nah. I don’t like dick in my mouth, man.”
“Why is a cock in your ass okay then?”
“It’s not my mouth, hey.”
“You’re weird. Usually, straight guys don’t want dick in the ass but are okay with the mouth.”
“Yeah, but I’m not queer like you.”
“I’ll show you queer. I’ll stick my cock up your ass again.”
“Your cock is big, it’s sore, hey. You must go slowly this time.”
“I wasn’t even proper hard; you haven’t felt my enormous cock.”
“You got hard, and then you went soft. I was so glad when you couldn’t get it up.”
“Fucking cheeky bitch. You’ll get it up your ass if you don’t shut up.”
“Why don’t you take it up your ass? Let me fuck you and see how you handle my big dick, hey.”
“You would love to fuck my ass. Better than any pussy you had.”
“Nah. Nothing beats a fresh shaved virgin pussy.”
“Like you’ve had a virgin.”
“Ha! I’ve had three virgins. How many have you had?”
“I’ve had two, so you win. Make that three. I had your ass too.”
“Nah, man, it’s two. I wasn’t a virgin.”
“Who else fucked you?”
“My stepfather.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Nah, that was after the divorce. He’s only twenty-nine, you know.”
“How did that happen?”
“On my birthday. He fucked me the day I turned eighteen in his swimming pool.”
“You’re making this up.”
“Nah, man, we were drunk in the pool. Hurt like shit.”
“I’m sorry, man.”
“What you sorry for? I’m fucking kidding, you idiot. My stepdad’s in his fifties, and he’s still married to my mom. You’re such a sucker and believe anything.”
“You bitch, I’m going to fuck you hard for that.”
“Go on. You know you want to.”
“I will. I’ll fucking show you.”
“Big talk, big man. Can’t keep it up.”
“I’ll show you,” and grabbed poppers and lube from my bedroom. “Bend over, bitch.”
Jodie stood, dropped his shorts, and pushed his ass toward me. “This is what you want, heh?” I lubed my boner and smeared his hole. “Yeah, that’s what you want, big boy. At least it’s hard this time.”
“Shut up and sniff this.”
“What’s this?”
“Trust me. It’ll relax your ass, so you don’t squeal like a little bitch. Hold it to your nose and breathe in.”
“You trying to give me chloroform? You like fucking guys asleep.”
“Sniff it if you want.”
“If I wake up dead in the morgue, you’ll never forgive yourself.”
“Can you hear yourself? Dead people don’t wake up in the morgue, idiot. Sniff it.”
Jodie sniffed the poppers, “All right. Are you happy now?”
“Good man. Now take this,” and I forced my cock into his ass.
“Fuck sakes, slow down. That was sore.”
“Have more poppers. The pain will go away.”
“Happy now?”
“Yeah,” and I pounded his ass hard. “Close the bottle, or it’s gonna spill.”
“Yes, master.”
I fucked Jodie in hard thrusts and punched against his ass with my crotch. His head jerked back with every pounding.
“You’re taking it like a pro. Is it sore?”
“Nah, not at all.”
“Good.”
The poppers loosened his ass. Gripping his soft cock, I massaged the head, trying to make him hard and tighten his hole. His dick grew in my hand, and his ass muscles gripped my shaft.
“It’s getting sore. Maybe I should fuck you.”
“You wanna fuck me,” and I pounded him hard.
“Ouch, that’s sore. Let me fuck you. Please stop. Let me fuck you.” Jodie pulled my cock out of him and turned. “I wanna fuck you, and I’m gonna treat your ass like you treat mine.”
“Sure, no problem. I’m not a whiny bitch like you.”
“I’ll make you whine and moan.” Rolling a condom on my Jodie’s cock, “cheeky bastard. Did you wear one?”
“No. I know where I’ve been.”
“Well, I’m not a whore.”
“I don’t know that.”
“Nice, very nice. I’m gonna pound your ass so fucking hard.”
I lubed my hole and the condom and inhaled three breaths of poppers. Jodie tried several times to penetrate with his semi-hard cock and pounded my thighs.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Yeah, man, take it. Take it like a bitch.”
“Do you know where the asshole is? It’s not by my knees.” I stood and turned. “You’re not even proper hard. Who can’t get it up this time?”
“You can be such a cunt sometimes.”
“You can be the cunt. Whoever’s hardest gets to fuck, and that’s me. Turn around and bend over. I’ll be gentle.”
“You’re such a liar. If you hurt me, I’m going to make you stop.”
“Deal. Now take it,” and I eased into him. “Sniff the poppers.” I fucked his ass in slow strokes and built to orgasm. I blew inside him and enjoyed his wetness. “How’s that feel?”
“It feels wet. Did you just cum?”
“No, you’ll know when I cum.”
“Well, don’t cum inside me.” I pounded his ass hard and deep. “Fuck, that’s sore, asshole,” he pulled my cock out of him. “I rather ride you and make sure you don’t hurt me.”
“How you know riding doesn’t hurt?”
“My stepfather, dumbass.”
“You said you were kidding.”
“Well, maybe, I wasn’t. Let’s go to the bedroom, and I’ll ride you.”
I lay on the bed, and Jodie mounted my cock, motioning his hips back and forth.
“Yeah, you can ride my pole as much as you want bitch,” I said.
“It’s better this way. At least you’re not **hurting me**.”
I texted Roger upstairs and invited him to join us.
With Jodie riding me, Roger knocked at the door. He climbed off, and I answered, rock-hard and naked. I motioned to Roger to follow me.
“Hello, hello, hello. What have we here?” Roger said.
“Hello?” Jodie replied.
“Don’t worry about me; I’ve seen many cocks before,” Roger said.
“You should join in,” I said to Roger, “Jodie loves having his cock sucked.”
“Who’s this dude?” Jodie asked.
“Where are my manners? Jodie, this is Roger, Roger, Jodie.”
“You sit backward on my cock so Roger can suck you at the same time,” I said to Jodie.
Jodie lowered himself on my dick, and Roger wrapped his mouth around Jodie’s knob. I fucked his tight ass gently and blew inside him.
“Roger’s cock is much smaller than mine. You might enjoy it more,” I said to Jodie.
Jodie lay on his back with his ass facing off the bed. Roger spat on his hand and wet his cock, _Brokeback Mountain_ style. Roger’s baby-cock melted into Jodie’s ass.
I left them playing for an hour and returned to Roger bent on the bed, and Jodie fucking him doggy style. I lubed my boner and pushed into Jodie’s ass, and stood still. Whenever Jodie pulled out of Roger, his ass sunk deeper on my cock. Jodie made me cum again, and I stood and enjoyed his wetness.
“Get a room,” I said.
“Do you wanna come to my place?” Roger asked Jodie.
“Yeah, why not?” Jodie replied.
They dressed and left.
I enjoyed playing with Jodie. Usually, I never cared for blowjobs, but as Jodie never sucked, I wanted my cock in his mouth.
He sucked me years later when he loaned money, and I fucked him too.
After he gave me what I wanted, I lost interest in him.
