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Ryan - Heaven is a Place on Earth
🕑 Added 2023-12-08 05:01:01 +0000 UTCBack in 2003, I was a sophomore in high school in a small town not far from Cincinnati. My friends Adam, Landon, and his girlfriend Deana had started a garage band, you probably haven’t heard of us because we disbanded when we went to college in 2005. We mostly did cover songs, but had some original songs.
We played mostly at high school parties and the occasional venue where we were paid with food and non-alcoholic drinks. It was still fun for us, but it would always be a night of cover songs, nothing newer than 1998, or more accurately, nothing that wasn’t already on the “Light FM” radio stations. It was still a lot of fun.
It’s important to note that at this point I was thinking I might be bisexual. I had a new girlfriend every year since 6th grade. One particular ex-girlfriend and I were sexually active and I lost my virginity to her when I was 15, which was awesome, but it didn’t hit me the same way my friends seemed to enjoy sex. A topic that came up as often as our dicks at that time.
I also noticed that when we all joked about gay “stuff”, they would all act like it was the most disgusting thing a guy could possibly do, but, while I agreed with them in conversation, I didn’t actually feel that way on the inside. In fact, I was very curious to know what my friends' dicks looked like, and what it might feel like to do “stuff” with another guy. I especially wondered if my friends’ particular brand of cum tasted like mine.
With all the “that’s gay” talk going songs in 2003, I never asked any of my friends if they had tried their own cum, but I certainly tried mine a few times. I had even watched some gay porn online, but to be honest, that was intimidating as hell, so much so that I figured I’d never actually try gay sex, and if I did I would certainly be the top because those bottoms looked like they were not enjoying themselves.
Needless to say, I never experimented with my friends, just jerked off occasionally to the thought of what it would be like if we did fool around. Mostly innocent fantasies.
One night when Adam and I had stayed over at Landon’s place for a party, we snuck a few sips of the not-so-well-hidden vodka in the freezer when no one was looking. I think maybe four sips each, maybe to the total amount of a shot and a half each, but the excitement of it and possibly a little of the actual effects of the alcohol had us acting stupid and talking crazy.
I remember when it was time to go to sleep I was on the floor in my sleeping bag next to Adam and I watched as he slipped his pants off revealing a faded pair of cheap red and white plaid boxers. Burned into my memory was the image of his dick flopping around in his loose boxers as he was pulling his shirt over his head. If I didn’t know any better I would bet he was hard recently or at least semi-hard.
A little later that night I was in my sleeping bag, wearing only a t-shirt and my boxers, I rolled to one side, watching as Adam’s sleeping bag continued to slowly rise and fall as he breathed in his sleep, the slightest bit of light in the room highlighting a mound that was his chest, another that had to be his dick and then his feet at the bottom. I couldn’t help myself, I pulled my dick out of the fly of my boxers and slowly jerked myself off.
I think I did a good job of it not being obvious if anyone was awake, it was the slowest jerk session I had ever had through completion. The entire time replaying frame by frame the mental recording of Adams dick flopping in his boxers. It was the thought that I might have seen a spot of precum on the fly that sent me over the edge, coating my sleeping bag with hot cum. Which was dumb, because I had to slip off my t-shirt to clean it up, and then the next morning I didn’t have a shirt to wear, so I pretended I couldn’t remember where or even when I took it off and borrowed one from Landon, which was way too big for my slender frame.
I probably jerked off to that mental image for weeks off and on. Still convincing myself that I’m straight and just have a horny fetish for the taboo. Especially since I didn’t find Adam or Landon particularly attractive. I would jerk off with them, or maybe even suck their dicks given the opportunity, but I’d never kiss either of them or fuck them…not that they’d let me.
Deana’s Uncle owned a tavern not far from where I lived. It was mostly a restaurant inside, with a nice old-fashioned wooden bar towards the back of the building, then it opened up to an outdoor terrace that overlooked a river where you could often see boats and smaller yachts because there was a marina not far from that spot. Deana’s Uncle had called her two days ago, asking if our band could play on Friday night because the band he had booked wasn’t going to make it. Of course, we agreed.
Her uncle wasn’t there when we arrived, he usually wasn’t in Friday nights, but the manager in shift told us where to go and told the bartender to give us anything we wanted. The bartender, Brenden, was a college guy, around 22, with dark short hair brushed forward with the bangs flipped up. He had a 5 o'clock shadow, pale skin, fierce green and gold eyes with long eyelashes, pencil-thin red lips, and a rarely seen but nice smile. He was probably about 5’10” and thin like me, even though I stood at a proud 5’6” and maybe 128 pounds soaking wet.
We were set up to play outside under the cabana, it was a small stage set up just for live entertainment. Normally we didn’t play nice places like this so we were pretty excited to do the gig even though we were told to only do cover songs from before 1999.
Throughout the evening Brenden kept checking in on us to see if we needed anything. We usually answered, “water.” During a break, though, I made my way to the bar, which was mostly empty with just Brenden leaning against it, texting someone, or maybe playing Snake on his Nokia phone.
“What’s up, man?” He asked, only glancing up quickly from his phone.
“I need a drink,” I told him.
“What’ll you have?” He asked, not looking up at all this time.
“Whiskey,” I joked, expecting to get his attention and maybe a laugh.
He looked up from his phone at me. I smiled. He fought back a smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“How old are you?” He asked, one of his dark eyebrows raising as he gave a questioning look.
“Old enough,” I shrugged and flashed my dimples.
He laughed, looked around, and then to my surprise pulled out a glass from beneath the bar.
“On the rocks?” He asked, already racing for ice.
“Umm,” my voice cracked, “Yes?”
He chuckled, got some ice, and poured me a generous amount of brown liquor, then added a splash of cola on top.
“If anyone asks, it’s iced tea,” he slid it across the bar to me.
“Thanks, man,” I tried to act cool and took a sip. It was disgusting, but I think I played it cool.
“Your band is pretty good,” Brenden said, wiping up some water droplets on the bar.
“Thank you. These old songs are fun to play, but we’d rather be playing some Blink 182 or Green Day,” I laughed.
“Yeah, these people would die if you played anything like that,” he laughed.
“Any requests?” I asked, sipping my drink.
He looked out into the half-empty lounge area and smirked, “Do you know Heaven is a Place on Earth,” he flashed me a smile and his eyes lit up.
I almost spit out my drink, “Belinda Carlisle, are you serious?” I asked.
“Yeah, I heard it in K-Mart the other day, it’s been stuck in my head,” he smiled.
“Tell you what,” I finished my drink, “I’ll do it, but you have to hook me up with another one of these if I do,” I tried to negotiate.
“Deal,” he cocked his head, almost sizing me up, then chuckled.
I found the rest of the band smoking out by Adam’s car, I pitched the Idea of playing Heaven is a Place on Earth and they laughed at me. But after a second Deana, and possibly the weed she was smoking, said she thought it would be funny and a punk version would be fun, so we should do it. We took a minute to talk through the lyrics and the chords but we thought we could do it unrehearsed. Alcohol might be gross, but I was feeling a little looser and had a lot more fun for the next hour of playing.
Near the end of the hour, we finished up a cover of Bruce Springsteen’s Dancing in the Dark. “Our last song tonight,” I did my best impression of Marvin Barry in Back To The Future, “goes out to all you lovers out there,” and I winked at Brenden. The drum kicked and I started to sing, “Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?”
The song played out pretty well even with our punk spin on it, the family-friendly audience seemed to really enjoy it. Brenden brought us over a tray of water and one “iced tea” for me.
At 10 pm we had to stop playing because of sound ordinances. Thankfully we didn’t have to haul our stuff out that night since Deana’s uncle owned the place. The manager said we could store it and get it at our convenience. We did take the time to pack everything back into cases and wrap cables and stuff. Adam had to rush home because he had a curfew and he was Landon and Deana’s ride so they all left without me. I decided to stick around and try my chances at getting one last drink from Brenden because…why not? Plus I was feeling good after our set and a bit bold.
Back over at the bar, Brenden was fighting back a grin. “Back again?”
“Yeah, I'm the only one without a curfew,” I joked.
He barely registered a smile at my joke. I was pretty sure I was about to get shut down if I asked for another drink, but I figured I'd just give it my best, I leaned in and asked as a joke, “So who's dick do I have to suck to get another drink around here?” I had 100% meant this as a joke. It's something my friends and I would say all the time as a joke, so it just flew out of my mouth.
Brenden's eyes went huge and his long eyelashes fluttered a little, “Umm,” he looked around to be sure no one was in earshot, “I guess that would be me,” he subtly adjusted himself under his apron, in his black uniform pants.
Instantly a switch flipped inside me. I felt both panic and intrigue. Was he serious? Did he think I was serious? I felt my heart start to beat fast and my blood flowing south quickly. What if he did understand it was a joke and this is his way of playing into my joke? That's probably it, he's probably joking.
So I doubled down, and looked around, “under the bar or in your car?” I gave him a wink.
He gently wet his lips, and leaned on the bar towards me, “I have the older black Jeep Cherokee with tinted windows parked at the far end of the lot by the trees. Meet me there in ten minutes.” He didn’t break into a laugh or show any signs of this being anything but serious. Then he quickly poured me another glass of brown liquor on the rocks with cola and slid it to me with a wink. Then walked over to one of the waitresses, said something I couldn't hear, and walked away as she came to work behind the bar.
My heart was pounding. I chugged my drink. I could just bail, I thought. He already gave me the drink. Then again, he had this Pete Wentz look going on and I had fantasized about what it would be like to suck off another guy. Still don't know if he's fucking with me though. What if I went out to his Jeep and found him smoking a cigarette or something and he tells everyone I tried to suck his dick?
My nerves were running through my body, but my hormones were running that same relay race and winning because…what if he wasn't fucking with me? I've wanted to experiment with another guy since I was thirteen, and this guy is sexy, with an air of casualness about him that made me think he was on the level.
Before I knew what I was doing I was already at the far end of the dark parking lot. Parked next to a fancy new truck was a slightly older black Jeep Cherokee with dark-tinted windows. With my heart pounding out of my chest and the voice in the back of my head screaming to walk away, the brain in my pants won the relay race and I continued walking up to the SUV.
The Jeep was backed up into its spot against the wooded property line, so when the back drivers-side door opened you could see the glow of the incandescent overhead dome light through the windshield. I walked slowly up to the open door.
“Get in and close the door,” he said in a hushed tone, sliding over towards the passenger side of the seat.
I did as he said, sliding in next to him in the back. My horniness was completely driving my body because my brain went offline as soon as I was in eyesight of the Jeep. I found myself far less cocky than I was at the bar, and my ability to even make eye contact had gone away. I did see him rubbing the tent in his pants out of the corner of my eye.
This was not a prank, he definitely was expecting a blow job…from me.
“I uhh…” I cleared my throat, “I’ve never actually…” I started to say.
“Oh,” he stopped rubbing himself and my eyes met his. “Look, you don’t have to, I didn’t realize…”
“No, I want to” I heard myself saying, “I just…”
“You’ve never sucked dick before?” He finished.
I nodded.
“Well, I’m happy to teach you,” he smiled the biggest smile I’d seen from him all night, his one hand still rubbing the obvious bulge in his pants.
I felt the brown liquor kicking in and my nerves settled enough for me to feel a bit more confident, it helped to know he wanted me to suck him as much as I wanted to try it out.
“I, yeah,” I was nodding with my entire body, trying not to psych myself out of doing this with the guy I just met.
He pulled up his shirt out of his pants and started to quickly unbutton it. I watched closely as his thin but toned body started to appear, a hairless chest with dime-sized nipples, then a happy trail that started around his belly button and then worked its way down into his pants. He tossed his shirt in the front seat and then started to undo his belt, the button on his pants, and the zipper to reveal his blue and white striped boxers, and slipped his pants to his ankles. The tent in his boxers was very obvious, he was definitely excited about what was about to happen.
He looked over at me, “go ahead,” was all he said as his dick twitched beneath the thin material.
I felt a lump in my throat but the lump in my pants was driving me forward. I leaned over, and with hands shaking I opened the fly on his boxers and his 6” cut dick slipped out. I snatched it like it was a snake I had to catch before it bit me. The warmth radiating from his dick was a new sensation. I stroked it slowly, feeling the velvety skin sliding over the rock-hard penis, mentally detailing every subtle difference between his penis and mine.
He let out a soft moan, “yeah, lick the tip,” he suggested.
I hesitated, ‘it’s now or never’ I thought to myself, and then leaned the rest of the way down and licked the tip of his dick.
“Mmm, yeah, that's it,” he moaned.
The head of his dick felt softer in my mouth, his scent wafted into my nose and something about the broken personal boundary of smelling Brenden’s private areas sent me into overdrive, like some sort of drug I had never tried, and I put the head in my mouth. I wanted to suck his dick, give him the best blow job he’d ever had.
What I hadn’t accounted for was that I didn’t know what I was doing and it was obvious as my suddenly dry mouth tried to move up and down on his dick.
“Get it wet,” he said, his left hand now gently rubbing my neck.
I pulled it out of my mouth and gave it another lick, up and down the shaft, I licked the head and tasted the drop of precum at the tip. I thought it would be gross, but it was actually sweet like a nectar, which only encouraged me to put in more effort to get more precum out of him and into my mouth. I tried again to get it in my mouth. I was only able to get an inch or two in my mouth before it hit the back of my throat. I was unsure how porn stars were able to make this look so effortless. Between my dry mouth and only being able to get a few inches in my mouth, I knew I was failing.
Brenden was determined, he put his hand gently on the back of my head and pushed my head down onto his dick, encouraging me to take it into my throat. I gagged instantly, but he held me there for a second until my reflexes pulled me back up despite his hand. My eyes had watered but also my mouth was suddenly nice and slick, like a magic trick. Now I was able to slide my mouth up and down his shaft with ease and it was awesome.
Brenden kept his hand on the back of my head, helping me set a rhythm and pushing his dick into my throat whenever he needed more saliva. His subtle moans were all the encouragement I needed to give him what he needed.
“Suck my balls,” he whispered when I pulled my head off his dick for some air. He slipped his boxers down to his ankles. His low-hanging balls made mine look undeveloped, he had real man balls. His scent was twice as strong now and I was loving it, it was intoxicating.
I licked his balls, then sucked one of the big eggs into my mouth as best I could, and he groaned with pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s it, fuck that feels good,” he moaned and slowly took over stroking himself while still rubbing his other hand truth my hair.
I had never had my balls sucked so this was something I had only seen in porn, but I did my best to give him pleasure, not sucking too hard and not letting him fall out of my mouth either.
“Now the other,” he suggested.
I immediately dropped his one testicle and sucked the other into my mouth making him twitch from the pleasure.
“Fuck that feels good,” I felt him pounding his dick. The vibrations of each stroke going through his body and into mine.
After a minute or so I wanted to get more dick sucking in, taste more of his essence in my mouth, really try to get him in my throat on my own. I took him deeper this time, gagging still but less afraid of it than I was at first.
“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, you’re doing great,” he mumbled.
I bobbed and gagged, bobbed and gagged, tasting more precum with every swallow of his dick.
“I’m getting close,” he warned.
I was scared, I wanted him to cum but I also didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. At the same time, his precum tasted so good, maybe his load might be amazing? I redoubled my efforts, sucking like my life depended on it. I heard myself moaning quietly as I did my best to send him over the edge. I felt his abs start to contract and he spread his legs wider, bumping into my torso.
“I’m about to cum,” he warned again, placing both his hands on the back of my head and thrusting his dick up to meet my bobbing.
“Mmm, I’m gonna cum,” was his final warning, then his hips thrust up and his hand held my head in place. His dick went into my throat and I felt it expand wider than it had been, his molten hot cum shot into my throat, he shoved his dick deeper into my throat and the second wad completely sealed my throat with cum.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, letting his dick out of my throat as a few more spurts of cum coated my tongue and then he thrust back into my throat using his cum as lube to get deeper than before.
“Ungh,” he groaned in pleasure, “fuck, mmmm,” and he slowly let up the pressure on my head and let his dick slip out of my mouth.
I gagged and coughed up his cum trying to take a breath. My eyes were filled with water that I had to wipe away as I continued to cough up his cum, swallowing the best I could without choking even worse.
“Are you ok?” he asked with a slight chuckle in his voice.
I coughed, “Uh, yeah,” coughed again, “just got it in my throat,” I smiled and tried to clear my throat again.
“Yeah, I thought you needed to swallow your first load, you know, to know if you like it,” He pulled some napkins from his pants pocket and started to dry off his dick.
“I was wanting,” I coughed, “to try it for a while now,” I wiped the tears from my eyes and the cum and saliva off my mouth.
He looked over at me, “Did you like it?”
I shrugged, “not bad.”
He smiled at me, “Well you’re a natural,” he pulled up his boxers, shifting them a few times to fit right, then pulled up his pants and tucked the boxers in as he zipped up.
I laughed, “I guess,” I found myself swirling my tongue in my mouth, tasting the remanence of his cum, a much more potent and tangy version of his precum, but to my surprise I liked it.
“My break is over in about five minutes, so I gotta head back in,” he started tucking his now buttoned shirt back into his pants. He looked over at my jeans to see I was very hard. “Feel free to stay here and take care of this if you want,” he reached over and grabbed my bulge, “Or you can hang out until my shift is over and I’ll take care of it,” he told me with a wicked grin.
Then he opened the door, the dome light came on and I had a moment of panic as the light filled the car. Just as quickly the door closed and I watched as he jogged through the parking lot back towards the main building.
What the fuck did I just do? I just swallowed Brendan's cum…and I liked it. What did he mean when he said he would take care of my dick? Was he going to swallow my load? Should I stick around?
My hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my throbbing cock, my precum already leaking into my boxers. I unbuttoned quickly and pulled my boxers down to my balls, stroking my hard dick. It wasn’t but a minute or two and I felt myself getting close to cumming, but then my mind started to wander to the possibilities of what Brenden could do after his shift ended. I slowed my jerking a little, staying off my orgasm as I reasoned whether I should stay or go.
I looked at the clock on his dashboard, this place didn’t close for another two hours. I started to stroke myself faster, spreading my legs and letting the waistband of my boxers put pressure on my perineum and balls as I flexed my muscles and brought myself quickly closer to an orgasm. I yanked my shirt up under my chin as the first blast of cum hit high up on my chest, the second and third just inches below, and the rest of my load pooled on my lower abs.
Suddenly aware that I just finished cumming in Brenden’s Jeep backseat, alone, with Brenden’s cum still flavoring my mouth, I felt a bit disgusted with myself. I reached over to the floor and pulled up the wadded tissues he used to clean up his cum, and did my best to clean up my load without getting his now cold cum on me, and for the most part, it worked, but I think I smeared some of his into my pubes for sure.
I zipped up quickly and was out of the jeep before I finished buttoning up, leaving the cum covered napkins on the floor. I almost ran to my car, the guilt really settling in.
The drive home was a bit torturous, listening to Blink 182’s “Dammit” as loud as I could before my ears hurt. It’s a five-minute drive from the restaurant but I made it into the driveway before the song was over somehow.
Everyone was already asleep in the house so I snuck into the bathroom and took a shower. As I washed away the guilt of sucking another guy's dick, and more so the guilt from enjoying it. I felt the water relax my body. I soaped up pretty good, washing myself thoroughly, especially my dick, which came back to life and was reminding me of how it felt to have Brenden in my hands, the heat of his dick, how much thicker he was compared to my own dick, the taste of his precum, how awesome it was to suck him so good he had an orgasm in my mouth.
I stopped myself from jerking off again, trying to somewhat control the thoughts I was having, trying to tell myself that I was just horny and caught up in the high of playing music in front of a good crowd and then of course the ‘iced tea’ I drank.
I toweled off back in my bedroom, pulling on a clean pair of gray Champion boxer briefs. I was looking at myself in the mirror, my pale, slim body, the boxer briefs hugging my ass to make it look like I had an ass, hugging my dick which was still kinda hard and bulging out. I reached into the front, wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly stroked my 5” cut cock. I watched as my “I play guitar” muscles flexed in the mirror. Instantly thinking of Brenden’s body, how his muscles flexed as he was close to cumming.
I wanted to see it again, I wanted to make Brenden cum again. I wanted to know what he meant by, “I’ll take care of it,” when he squeezed my dick.
Looking at the clock, Brenden will be getting off in less than an hour, I could go back. Would that be desperate? He did tell me to stick around though. Rather than dwell on the social etiquette of leaving and then returning in this situation, I touched my hard dick away, put on a clean t-shirt, hoodie and black jeans. I quietly snuck out of the house and drove back to the restaurant.
The parking lot was less full now, I parked right next to Brenden’s Jeep, where the fancy truck was parked before, and then sat in the car for about 10 minutes debating if I should go back in and how obvious that would be.
I came up with a clever ruse to get the guitar I “left by accident.” Then I went over to the bar where Brenden was cleaning and prepping.
“Don’t suppose I could get another?” I asked, intentionally vague.
He looked up and grinned. “I thought you left,” he started to pull and twist on his cleaning rag in his hands as he gave me a knowing look.
“I did, but I came back for this,” I held up my guitar case.
“Sure you did,” his body language shifted and he grinned. Then he made me a rum and Coke, seeing it on a coaster in front of me. “I’m done in twenty minutes,” he gave me a nod, “drink this and meet me back at the Jeep, I’ll give you what you’re looking for.” He winked, then took a bunch of bins into the back where the kitchen is.
I drank quickly, hoping it would calm my nerves. I put my guitar in my car and stared at his Jeep, the anticipation of being able to give him another blow job or maybe even get one from him had me tingling.
Unsure if I should wait inside his Jeep or not, I just tried a few different poses leaning against it and felt pretty stupid. Then I figured it would be better if I were “doing something” and looked busy when he came out, that way I didn’t look like I was waiting on him.
After only a few minutes I saw the lights in the building go out and a bit of a ruckus as all the remaining staff walked out together and the doors were locked.
Brenden walked up to me, didn’t even look to see if anyone was watching or cared, unable to his smile he said, “Get in the back,” with a very clear tone in his voice.
I hesitated for a brief second, watching the other employees already driving away, leaving only my car and Brenden’s Jeep in the parking lot. I opened the back driver’s side door and climbed in. Brenden opened the driver’s door and tossed his apron and wallet in the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut and the vehicle rocked a little. I noticed down on the floor were the wadded-up napkins, visibly discolored from our mixed cum from earlier.
I slid over towards the passenger side of the back seat and Brenden climbed in, closing the door behind him.
He immediately leaned in to kiss me and my reaction was to dodge the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I uh…I’m not entirely comfortable with that,” I tried to put into words. “I’m not…I’m not gay,” I confessed, worried this was going to end faster than it started.
He sat up straight and took his own pause. At first, his face reacted with an almost “what the fuck?” But then it quickly turned into a “cat that caught the canary” grin.
“I get it, you’re here for pleasure, so am I.” He said, “One of those pleasures is kissing straight boys.” He grinned again, a scheming look in his eyes as he slowly leaned in to kiss me.
Much like when I swallowed his cum earlier, to my complete surprise his kiss was amazing. Gentle but firm, not sloppy, his tongue entered my mouth with purpose as he moaned and explored my tongue. I instinctively kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck as he leaned into me more and we started to press our bodies together, dry-humping each other.
I was hard, harder than I had ever been in my life. Granted I was hard before he kissed me and the surprise of his kiss did kill it pretty quickly at first, but now my dick was titanium hard. He must have felt it because I could feel his hard-on rubbing on me through our pants.
He started pulling at my shirt, exposing my chest as he pulled it all the way off. He smiled and kissed the center of my chest and then over to my nipple. Holy shit, this was an amazing new sensation.
“Ungh,” I let out a high-pitched moan, my hands now unsure where they should go so I put them on his back and gently rubbed and massaged his body.
He continued to suck on my nipple as his hands worked on my pants button, tugging clumsily but he got them undone and yanked them down my thighs, my boxer briefs on full display. He quickly moved a hand to my package, feeling my balls and hard dick through the cotton material.
“Mmmmmmm,” another moan escaped from deep down inside me. I quickly shifted my weight so I could kick my shoes off and then pull my pants off the rest of the way. This is not my first time fooling around in the backseat and I was in heat.
He followed suit and quickly tugged the top two buttons of his shirt undone and then was able to pull the shirt off over his head, his chest seemed more defined from this angle. His pants came off easily, I don’t even know when he removed his shoes but all his clothes were piling on top of the dirty napkins on the floor. His boxers were tenting once again with his impressive dick.
Brenden leaned forward and kissed me again, this time with more vigor and an aggressiveness that wasn’t there before. Fuck this all felt so good, I was getting nervous that I might cum in my underwear before he even started to blow me.
His kissing went to my neck, sucking my neck in a way that I knew would leave a hickey for sure, but damn did it feel good, I wasn’t going to stop it. If anything I let my moans encourage him to do with me as he pleased.
He kissed further down my chest, getting my left nipple in his mouth now, his tongue swirling around it, but only briefly before he continued to kiss down my thin but tight body. Unlike Brenden, I didn’t have a happy trail, but he kissed the space between my belly button and the waistband of my boxer briefs as though there was something there.
His fingers curled around the waistband of my underwear and slowly pulled down towards him. I lifted my ass to help him pull them down. My dick sprang free and the boxers came off, onto the floor they went. Brenden started to lick up and down the shaft of my dick like it was a melting ice cream cone, and fuck did it feel good.
“Mmm, yes,” I groaned in pleasure.
Now that I was fully nude, I felt uninhibited, my hesitancy melted away and I spread my legs so he had room to get down and suck my dick. I had yet to have a blow job from a guy, but from the way Brenden seemed to know how to work every other inch of my body, I knew this was going to be a blow job to remember.
Sure enough, my dick went into his mouth, I moaned, my head now resting on the passenger side door of the Jeep, my hand went to his head and I ran my fingers through his hair. It felt so good, better than any blow job from a girl. I felt this overwhelming sense of myself almost like in that moment I could feel my conscious self leaving my body and it was replaced by this horny guy whose only need was more pleasure.
I moaned as Breneden effortlessly deep throat my dick, each time he went down I had to use every trick in my book to not cum immediately.
I think he could sense it and I could tell how easy this was for him that he was holding back to keep me from exploding too soon. He took it out of his mouth, stroking me gently.
“You like it?” He asked, knowing the answer.
“MmmHmm,” I managed to mumble.
He chuckled, “Good, you’ll love this,” and his head dropped down to my balls. One nut went into his mouth, sending pleasure straight through my entire body.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
He sucked so hard I thought my testicle was going to pop out of my sack, “ungh, not so hard,” I groaned and he let up the pressure, moving over to the other ball, more gently. He continued to slowly stroke my dick, keeping me primed but not pushing me over the edge. His tongue suddenly slipped to my taint, another new pleasure spot, my legs spreading wider like a natural reflex. His tongue dropped even lower and he started to rim my hole and I'm pretty sure my central nervous system had a complete Chernobyl-style meltdown from the pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, this was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced sexually. I spread my legs wider, he hooked his arms around my legs pulling me towards him on the bench seat, my head falling flat on the bottom of the seat. Then he pushed my knees up and hooked my left ankle behind the headrest of the back seat, then the right foot on the driver seat headrest which gave him easy access to my hole, and he dove deep with his tongue. He circled my hole at first, then across the center and back around, and repeated. He had stopped stroking my dick but was using his hands to massage my ass cheeks and pull them apart gently so his tongue could dig into my sphincter, deeper with each go-around.
I ran my hands through his hair, groaning and moaning with delight, “Oh my God that feels so good, don’t stop,” I practically begged.
He had no intention of stopping though as he introduced a gentle finger to my hole. It was weird and uncomfortable at first as he slowly pushed it into my tight hole, but he managed to push it to the second knuckle which made him moan for some reason. His other hand went back to my dick, stroking it slowly, as he sucked my balls a little more and his saliva dripped from my balls to the finger he was inserting and pulling out slowly. He was enjoying pleasuring me almost as much as I was enjoying getting it.
“Feel good,” he asked quietly.
“Oh yeah, so good,” I whispered.
He pulled his finger from my hole and replaced it with two fingers, this made me wince and groan.
“Just relax, I promise you’ll loosen up,” he said and shoved my softening dick back into his mouth and his free hand groped my left thigh.
“Mmm,” I moaned softly, stretching my legs a little wider as his two fingers pushed all the way in as my cock sank to the back of his throat. “Oh fuck,” I felt him hit the spot inside me as he completely swallowed my dick, the pleasure hiding any discomfort that was there.
I felt him moan as he bobbed up and down on my dick effortlessly. I was not going to last long. My hips started rocking on his fingers, trying to rediscover that spot he hit a second ago, trying to get more pleasure from this experience before I blow my load. He must have noticed I was getting close because he let up off my dick.
“Not yet,” he told me. Leaving his fingers deep in my hole he took my left leg off the drivers' seatback and it dropped to his side. He used his free hand to dig into the console between the front seats, pulling a small clear bottle out. He gently pulled his fingers out of me and climbed between my legs, kissing me for the first time in a while.
I melted into this kiss, humping my naked body into his, my free leg wrapping around his back as he gently grinds into me. He reached down with his right hand and roughly started tugging his boxers down. I couldn’t see it but I felt his dick free from the fabric now and grinding against mine. We both moaned in unison. I had my eyes closed but I could feel his smile tugging his lips tighter as he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
He propped himself back up onto his knees, he pumped the little plastic bottle and some lube went onto his fingers. I had never used lube to jerk off before, but this looked like it was going to feel good and it did. He pushed the lube-covered fingers gently back into my hole and wow, only pleasure this time.
My hand drifted down to my cock and I slowly started stroking, watching him use the lube to stroke his dick. It was an entirely new experience for me, this hot guy jerking off and fingering me, all the sinewy muscles in his torso flexing as he gave himself and me a pleasure that could only be experienced by us, in this moment.
I moaned softly, just taking it all in, also trying not to cum before he was ready. Though from the speed he was stroking I don’t think he’s going to cum too quickly.
“You ready for more?” he asked as he locked eyes with me, scooting up between my legs, pulling his fingers from inside me, and placing his dick head against my tight hole.
“Wait, what!?” I suddenly realized what was happening here.
My eyes dropped down his smooth torso to his happy trail and the little bit of his pubes I could see before my own hard dick got in the way of seeing what was happening. He nudged my hole with the tip of his dick, which admittedly felt really good, but I started to get really nervous.
This was really gay, right? Kissing was one thing, but having sex with a guy? To be more accurate letting him have sex with me…that’s as gay as it gets right?
My eyes darted back up to his eyes as he adjusted himself and leaned in over me, kissing me, very sensually and slowly adding pressure to his cock and the head popped in and I squealed a little but it was masked by our kissing and the moan he gave, feeling his head enter my tight hole.
I didn’t know what to do, the sting from his dick was being drowned out by the pleasure of his kisses and his hands touching my body, not to mention the euphoria of all of this experience. Another gentle thrust from him and his dick pushed about an inch into me.
“MMMM!” I groaned into his mouth, no longer thinking I could do this. I broke the kiss, “Wait, wait…wait,” I caught my breath, pushing gently on his shoulder.
His eyes met mine, “Trust me,” he whispered and kissed me again.
I felt my heart beating, the voice in my head screaming to push him out and off of me, but it couldn’t compete with the feeling that this was right, that I wanted this and I let him keep going.
He smiled, kissed me deeper, and pushed in deeper as he felt my sphincter give way and his dick sunk another inch, then another until his pubes were tickling my ass.
“Oh shit,” I groaned at the sudden feeling of being full in a way I didn’t know you could feel.
“Yeah, you like it? I’m all the way inside you,” he whispered, “fuck you’re virgin hole is so tight,” then kissed my ear and down a little further, sucking another hickey onto my neck, just holding his dick balls deep in my hole.
I can’t say it felt as good as when I lost my other virginity, but there was something about this that felt amazing and…so right. He slowly started to pull out, only an inch maybe, and then pushed it right back in, somehow deeper than it was. I wrapped my arms around his back and let out a moan.
“Mmm, that feels good,” I whispered as he continued to suck on my neck.
“Yeah, your ass is so tight,” he mumbled into my neck, then came up for another kiss.
He gently grinds into me, rocking ever so slightly, never pulling out more than halfway, pushing in and hearing him moan in satisfaction. I could feel his body straining to get deeper into me with every thrust, he shared his pleasure with me, every time his dick twitched inside me and rubbed over my prostate.
“Oh my God you feel so good,” I moaned.
“Yeah, you like my dick inside you?” he whispered.
“Yeah, fuck,” I felt myself relaxing into his need to be deeper inside my hole, giving in to what was an epic start to my new sexuality, feeling my former straight self get pushed out of my body as his dick pushed deeper into me. “Mmmm, oh yeah.”
He put his hands flat on the bench seat on either side of me, thrusting into me with less concern for my pleasure and focusing on his. Every few thrusts he leans in and kisses me, reminding me how much he’s enjoying using me for his pleasure.
I reach down and start stroking my dick, trying to focus on only the good feelings of this cherry-popping experience. Feeling him thrust deep, putting pressure on my prostate with every push in. Feeling the heat from his dick radiating inside me felt so good. The ridges of his dick head tickled my insides, sending pleasure throughout my body, I couldn’t help but moan and stroke faster as the thrusting was making the Jeep rock side to side and my head bumped into the closed door.
I felt my hole straining to accommodate his girth as he got closer to orgasm and his dick started to swell, but it also came with added pressure on my prostate, I couldn’t help but clamp my hole tighter around his cock to try and increase that pleasure.
He leaned in and kissed me again, “I’m close,” he whispered, picking up the pace.
“Me too,” I whispered back, putting one hand on his shoulder as the other furiously stroked my cock. Sharing his pleasure, I noticed the increase in my pleasure as he got closer to cumming.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, feeling my hips rocking in sync with his pummeling my hole, getting as much pounding on my prostate as I could, feeling that unstoppable rush as my entire body started to tense when one of his deep thrusts pushed the button inside my hole just right and I felt my load boil over from my balls all through my body and started squirting cum on his chest with a loud moan from deep inside me as Brenden’s pounding fucked the cum right out of me.
“Yeah, fuck yeah,” he kept pounding, and then he tensed up, “ungh,” he groaned and pushed as deep as he could and I felt his dick grow a little bit more as it twitched inside me, unloading his hot cum deep inside me. “Oh wow,” he twitched in the aftershock of his orgasm, letting his dick deflate inside me as every last drop of his load drained into my hole. “Dang, that was so good,” he said out of breath as he slowly pulled out.
The post-nut clarity set in fast. I immediately felt confused, and a little bit of panic because Brenden just fucked me without a condom and now his cum was inside me.
Brenden, on the other hand, seemed to bask in his post-orgasmic bliss. Leaning against the back of the seat, completely nude, glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
I awkwardly sat up and watched as he grabbed his boxers and used them to wipe my cum off his chest and stomach. With a grin, he handed them to me. I took them and wiped the now watery cum off of my pubes and stomach, then a little further south to get any of his cum that leaked out of my hole. I tried to hand them back to him and he just tossed them on the floor next to the used napkins from earlier.
We dressed in silence, just heavy breathing from both of us, him smiling like he won a prize and me trying not to hide my concern about what all just happened and what “it all means,” for my sexuality.
I drove home quickly and took a long hot shower. While I was feeling disgusted with myself, I knew this wasn’t going to be my last sexual experience with another guy because, fuck did it feel so much better than any sex I had had with anyone else.
Comments
Burn After Reading
I had to rewrite this one a few times. Ryan, told me this story in person and he was a ball of energy and so animated in the way that he told the story and really wanted it to be cleae that he really didn't even think about bottoming, how the thought never crossed his mind in this experience or before until seconds before he was penetrated. When i asked him about condoms he said he was so lost in the moment that it too never occurred to him but he wasn't bothered by the potential fallout of bareback sex, he was laser focused on reconciling his two trains of thought about it, the confusion about having enjoyed it so much with not having ever thought he would be gay. I hope i did him justice.
Brendan Gavin
Damn that was so hot. I was hoping he’d get fucked when he decided to go back to the bar🤤
