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There was a strange sense of accomplishment after the incident with Colton. I almost felt proud of myself for it, because there was simply no denying the fact that the young man was straight. It wasn’t a question in anybody’s mind, and yet, the two of us had jerked each other off.
At first I put it down to the alcohol. We’d both been drunk and that was all there was to it, but in the days following our little ‘moment’, I began to think that perhaps there was more to it.
He appeared to forget about it relatively quickly, which was fine by me. As amazing as the experience had been, I wanted nothing to come between our friendship. To me, it was a once off. A silly drunken experiment and nothing more, but it did get me thinking.
It had been surprisingly easy to get Colton’s cock in my hand. In fact, it had hardly taken any effort at all. Two days later, I watched as he walked hand in hand with yet another young woman, and began to wonder if maybe other straight guys would be just as easy.
Dale Summers was a late comer to our friend group. Up until the end of high school, none of us even knew him, but he fit right in once he showed his skill on the baseball team, and more importantly, at the many parties that we had.
He was a handsome young man, and there was no doubt about it. Ladies loved him, and although he was far more conservative than the rest of us, he’d been known to play the field in more ways than one.
Dale had been dating Ashley Hitchcock for as long as anybody could remember. On the outside, the pair of them looked just like any other self obsessed power couple, but for every man Ashley fucked behind Dale’s back, he fucked twice as many women.
“Spot me with this, bro” I grunted, sweating profusely as I fought with the bar. Dale sauntered over, grabbed it in his strong hands and dropped it back on the rack. I lay on the bench, staring up at him and watching as his meat dangled over me through his shorts.
There was no other place in the world that Dale spent more time in than the gym. Ever since he was nine years old, he’d been working out. It was bizarre, but the guy was a gym god.
He helped me up and I watched as he loaded more weights onto the bar and took my position. He wasn’t much of a show off, but I scowled as he began to easily lift.
“It’s all in the wrists” he said, pumping, “there’s nothing else to it”.
“Right” I nodded, wiping sweat from my forehead, “nothing at all to do with your giant fucking arms”.
He grinned up at me, and I couldn’t help but scan his shredded body. His t-shirt was damp and his shorts were loose enough that I could make out the outline. As handsome as he was, I’d never really given him much thought until that moment.
Dale and I had been working out together since we started college. I’d seen him naked hundreds of times, but this was the first time that I had an ulterior motive. When he finished up, the two of us strolled toward the showers. As usual, the gym was empty. We preferred it like that, and now I was glad of it.
“You going out this weekend?” He asked, standing in the changing rooms and peeling his sweat soaked t-shirt off.
“Dunno” I shrugged, but we both knew the answer, “are you?”
I watched from the corner of my eye as Dale stripped out of his shorts. His thighs were like blocks of concrete, but it was his damp briefs that caught my eye. They clung to his body, pushing out his large package as he stood proudly.
“You fucking bet” he scoffed, “Ashley’s going to Miami with a few of her friends” he looked at me and rolled his eyes, “so you know what that means”.
I didn’t reply, but everybody knew what that meant.
“So” he continued, and rolled his briefs down his legs, unleashing a long, fat cock and full set of hairy balls. “I’m putting this” he said, pointing at his cock, “into some hot chick’s ass”.
He was like that. If Dale had his way, he’d do his entire workout naked, and I didn’t blame him, either. His body was endlessly impressive, and his cock was, too. Hell, I don’t think a single person would complain if he walked right out to the bench and began to lift, just the way he was, but he turned on his heel and walked toward the showers, giving me the perfect view of his perfect ass. I stripped quickly and followed.
The incident with Colton had been something of an accident in that neither of us had actually planned it. Now, however, I was eager to test my theory. Could a young man, any young man, be so easily swayed as to allow another guy to get them off? There was only one way to find out, and he was standing right across from me, ready to shower.
“I hear guys give the best head” I said, before he reached for the shower switch. He stopped dead and turned his head back to me. “I’m serious” I shrugged, “I watched a video about it”.
Dale scoffed. “I dunno what videos you’ve been watching” he laughed, “but I’m pretty certain that’s wrong”.
“How do you know?” I pressed, acting as though this was an entirely normal conversation. He turned around completely, giving me another view of his amazing rod.
“Because, dipshit” he said, “girls are literally programmed to give the best head”.
“But guys know what other guys like”.
“Yeah but… It’s not… Yeah I…”
“I’m just saying” I grinned, “it makes sense”.
Dale considered it for a moment. He looked mildly disgusted by the idea, but his brain still mulled over it.
“That’s gay as fuck” he finally said, hoping to win the argument by that logic alone.
“Not really” I said, “just guys helping guys”.
Dale laughed out. “Well, I’ve yet to meet any straight guys who’d ‘help’ their friend by sucking their cock”.
“I would”.
The words seemed to slap him across the face. Dale’s smile vanished and he glared at me with curious eyes.
“What?”
“I’d do it” I told him, feeling somewhat surprised by my own confidence.
“Shut up you idiot”.
“I’m serious” I continued, “hell, I’d suck your dick right here, right now”.
I purposely acted as casual as possible, so that in the very likely event that Dale began to freak out, I could act as though the whole thing had been a joke. He cocked a brow as sweat continued to drip down his muscular body, and then shrugged.
“Do it then”.
Admittedly, I hadn’t expected to be met with equal confidence. I stared at him, and he stared right back. Was he calling my bluff? If so, which of us would be the first to cave.
“Fine” I said.
“Fine”.
“I’ll do it you know” I informed him.
“Go on then”.
“I will”.
“Then do it”.
Neither of us had moved a single muscle.
“Dude, don’t push me, I’ll suck your fucking dick!” I barked, because now I was getting nervous. This wasn’t supposed to be as easy as what it was becoming.
“Bro, either suck my dick or admit that you’re all talk”.
“I’m not all talk”.
“Then suck my dick”.
“Fine”
“Fine!”
I marched over to him until the warm waft of his sweat drenched body filled my lungs. Christ, he smelled good. The sharp stench caused my cock to twitch, but thankfully, Dale didn’t notice.
“I’m gonna do it” I said, standing nose to nose with him.
“No you wont”.
“Wanna bet?”
“Yeah, I do”.
“I bet you twenty bucks I’ll suck that shit til you cum”.
He paused for a moment before nodding. “I bet you fifty”.
“Deal”.
“Deal”.
I hadn’t planned this far ahead, but now the stakes had been raised. Despite the fact that I was certain that the moment I reached for his delicious looking cock, he’d push me away, I dropped to my knees and knelt directly in front of his meat.
“You sure about this?” I asked, giving him one final opportunity to show his hand.
“I’m sure you’re full of shit” he scoffed.
Without thinking, I clasped my hand around his heavy cock and waited for a slap. Instead, Dale inhaled sharply and watched.
“You’re holding my dick” he said.
“Yeah”.
“Dude, you’re actually holding my dick”.
“I can see that”.
“No, but like you’re literally…”
His words melted in his mouth as I closed my lips around the salty wet head and ran my tongue along the underside. Instead of flipping out, Dale simply stood in shock.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next, but there was only one logical answer. I slid deeper, feeling his cock glide down my throat, and shivered at the taste. It was strong and ripe from the workout, and his warm balls were equally as musky. I kept my hand closed around the base, barely able to wrap my fingers around it, and bobbed back and forth as Dale groaned.
Strike two, and if I wasn’t mistaken, this had been even easier that the incident with Colton.
It took him only a few seconds until his cock was completely erect. Less than a minute later, the taste of his pre-cum covered my tongue, and I continued to suck him as he gasped.
He didn’t say a word, he simply watched with half open eyes as I gagged on him, until his head dropped back and his hips thrust slowly.
“Dude” he moaned, sliding his hand through my sweaty hair, “fuck, man”.
I took his words as a good sign. He seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as I was. I sped up slightly, twisting my hand and lapping at his piss slit with my tongue. He shuddered and his legs began to buckle.
“Oh fuck” he gasped, holding me a little tighter, “that feels so fucking good, bro”.
I took all seven inches inside and my nose buried into his damp pubes. He let out another moan, and his cock twitched and leaked once more.
“I think I’m gonna cum, bro” he warned me, barely able to control his breathing as I sped up once more.
My own cock was as stiff as a rock, but my focus was on him. In less than a week, I’d already managed to get two of my straight friends’ cocks! My friend group wasn’t small either, so as Dale began to orgasm, I began to wonder how many more of them would be this easy?
“Oh fuck I’m cumming!”
A huge spurt of hot sperm burst from his cock and drenched the back of my throat. Another one exploded half a second later. More and more of it poured into me, and I gulped as best I could, but still felt as though I was drowning in stuff. Dale dragged half of it out and continued to cum across my tongue. He jerked it with his own hand, squirting strings of it across my face as I swallowed and swallowed, and swallowed again, and when my stomach felt like it was swollen, Dale gawped down at me.
“You just sucked my cock” he said, in shock, “like, you actually sucked my cock”.
I nodded and wiped his load from my face, sucking it off my thumb as I did.
“But… But you’re straight”.
I got to my feet with my boner on full show and shrugged.
“What does that even mean anymore?” I smiled, and as I punched on the shower, I pointed my finger at him. “You owe me fifty bucks, by the way”
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There was a strange sense of accomplishment after the incident with Colton. I almost felt proud of myself for it, because there was simply no denying the fact that the young man was straight. It wasn’t a question in anybody’s mind, and yet, the two of us had jerked each other off.
At first I put it down to the alcohol. We’d both been drunk and that was all there was to it, but in the days following our little ‘moment’, I began to think that perhaps there was more to it.
He appeared to forget about it relatively quickly, which was fine by me. As amazing as the experience had been, I wanted nothing to come between our friendship. To me, it was a once off. A silly drunken experiment and nothing more, but it did get me thinking.
It had been surprisingly easy to get Colton’s cock in my hand. In fact, it had hardly taken any effort at all. Two days later, I watched as he walked hand in hand with yet another young woman, and began to wonder if maybe other straight guys would be just as easy.
Dale Summers was a late comer to our friend group. Up until the end of high school, none of us even knew him, but he fit right in once he showed his skill on the baseball team, and more importantly, at the many parties that we had.
He was a handsome young man, and there was no doubt about it. Ladies loved him, and although he was far more conservative than the rest of us, he’d been known to play the field in more ways than one.
Dale had been dating Ashley Hitchcock for as long as anybody could remember. On the outside, the pair of them looked just like any other self obsessed power couple, but for every man Ashley fucked behind Dale’s back, he fucked twice as many women.
“Spot me with this, bro” I grunted, sweating profusely as I fought with the bar. Dale sauntered over, grabbed it in his strong hands and dropped it back on the rack. I lay on the bench, staring up at him and watching as his meat dangled over me through his shorts.
There was no other place in the world that Dale spent more time in than the gym. Ever since he was nine years old, he’d been working out. It was bizarre, but the guy was a gym god.
He helped me up and I watched as he loaded more weights onto the bar and took my position. He wasn’t much of a show off, but I scowled as he began to easily lift.
“It’s all in the wrists” he said, pumping, “there’s nothing else to it”.
“Right” I nodded, wiping sweat from my forehead, “nothing at all to do with your giant fucking arms”.
He grinned up at me, and I couldn’t help but scan his shredded body. His t-shirt was damp and his shorts were loose enough that I could make out the outline. As handsome as he was, I’d never really given him much thought until that moment.
Dale and I had been working out together since we started college. I’d seen him naked hundreds of times, but this was the first time that I had an ulterior motive. When he finished up, the two of us strolled toward the showers. As usual, the gym was empty. We preferred it like that, and now I was glad of it.
“You going out this weekend?” He asked, standing in the changing rooms and peeling his sweat soaked t-shirt off.
“Dunno” I shrugged, but we both knew the answer, “are you?”
I watched from the corner of my eye as Dale stripped out of his shorts. His thighs were like blocks of concrete, but it was his damp briefs that caught my eye. They clung to his body, pushing out his large package as he stood proudly.
“You fucking bet” he scoffed, “Ashley’s going to Miami with a few of her friends” he looked at me and rolled his eyes, “so you know what that means”.
I didn’t reply, but everybody knew what that meant.
“So” he continued, and rolled his briefs down his legs, unleashing a long, fat cock and full set of hairy balls. “I’m putting this” he said, pointing at his cock, “into some hot chick’s ass”.
He was like that. If Dale had his way, he’d do his entire workout naked, and I didn’t blame him, either. His body was endlessly impressive, and his cock was, too. Hell, I don’t think a single person would complain if he walked right out to the bench and began to lift, just the way he was, but he turned on his heel and walked toward the showers, giving me the perfect view of his perfect ass. I stripped quickly and followed.
The incident with Colton had been something of an accident in that neither of us had actually planned it. Now, however, I was eager to test my theory. Could a young man, any young man, be so easily swayed as to allow another guy to get them off? There was only one way to find out, and he was standing right across from me, ready to shower.
“I hear guys give the best head” I said, before he reached for the shower switch. He stopped dead and turned his head back to me. “I’m serious” I shrugged, “I watched a video about it”.
Dale scoffed. “I dunno what videos you’ve been watching” he laughed, “but I’m pretty certain that’s wrong”.
“How do you know?” I pressed, acting as though this was an entirely normal conversation. He turned around completely, giving me another view of his amazing rod.
“Because, dipshit” he said, “girls are literally programmed to give the best head”.
“But guys know what other guys like”.
“Yeah but… It’s not… Yeah I…”
“I’m just saying” I grinned, “it makes sense”.
Dale considered it for a moment. He looked mildly disgusted by the idea, but his brain still mulled over it.
“That’s gay as fuck” he finally said, hoping to win the argument by that logic alone.
“Not really” I said, “just guys helping guys”.
Dale laughed out. “Well, I’ve yet to meet any straight guys who’d ‘help’ their friend by sucking their cock”.
“I would”.
The words seemed to slap him across the face. Dale’s smile vanished and he glared at me with curious eyes.
“What?”
“I’d do it” I told him, feeling somewhat surprised by my own confidence.
“Shut up you idiot”.
“I’m serious” I continued, “hell, I’d suck your dick right here, right now”.
I purposely acted as casual as possible, so that in the very likely event that Dale began to freak out, I could act as though the whole thing had been a joke. He cocked a brow as sweat continued to drip down his muscular body, and then shrugged.
“Do it then”.
Admittedly, I hadn’t expected to be met with equal confidence. I stared at him, and he stared right back. Was he calling my bluff? If so, which of us would be the first to cave.
“Fine” I said.
“Fine”.
“I’ll do it you know” I informed him.
“Go on then”.
“I will”.
“Then do it”.
Neither of us had moved a single muscle.
“Dude, don’t push me, I’ll suck your fucking dick!” I barked, because now I was getting nervous. This wasn’t supposed to be as easy as what it was becoming.
“Bro, either suck my dick or admit that you’re all talk”.
“I’m not all talk”.
“Then suck my dick”.
“Fine”
“Fine!”
I marched over to him until the warm waft of his sweat drenched body filled my lungs. Christ, he smelled good. The sharp stench caused my cock to twitch, but thankfully, Dale didn’t notice.
“I’m gonna do it” I said, standing nose to nose with him.
“No you wont”.
“Wanna bet?”
“Yeah, I do”.
“I bet you twenty bucks I’ll suck that shit til you cum”.
He paused for a moment before nodding. “I bet you fifty”.
“Deal”.
“Deal”.
I hadn’t planned this far ahead, but now the stakes had been raised. Despite the fact that I was certain that the moment I reached for his delicious looking cock, he’d push me away, I dropped to my knees and knelt directly in front of his meat.
“You sure about this?” I asked, giving him one final opportunity to show his hand.
“I’m sure you’re full of shit” he scoffed.
Without thinking, I clasped my hand around his heavy cock and waited for a slap. Instead, Dale inhaled sharply and watched.
“You’re holding my dick” he said.
“Yeah”.
“Dude, you’re actually holding my dick”.
“I can see that”.
“No, but like you’re literally…”
His words melted in his mouth as I closed my lips around the salty wet head and ran my tongue along the underside. Instead of flipping out, Dale simply stood in shock.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next, but there was only one logical answer. I slid deeper, feeling his cock glide down my throat, and shivered at the taste. It was strong and ripe from the workout, and his warm balls were equally as musky. I kept my hand closed around the base, barely able to wrap my fingers around it, and bobbed back and forth as Dale groaned.
Strike two, and if I wasn’t mistaken, this had been even easier that the incident with Colton.
It took him only a few seconds until his cock was completely erect. Less than a minute later, the taste of his pre-cum covered my tongue, and I continued to suck him as he gasped.
He didn’t say a word, he simply watched with half open eyes as I gagged on him, until his head dropped back and his hips thrust slowly.
“Dude” he moaned, sliding his hand through my sweaty hair, “fuck, man”.
I took his words as a good sign. He seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as I was. I sped up slightly, twisting my hand and lapping at his piss slit with my tongue. He shuddered and his legs began to buckle.
“Oh fuck” he gasped, holding me a little tighter, “that feels so fucking good, bro”.
I took all seven inches inside and my nose buried into his damp pubes. He let out another moan, and his cock twitched and leaked once more.
“I think I’m gonna cum, bro” he warned me, barely able to control his breathing as I sped up once more.
My own cock was as stiff as a rock, but my focus was on him. In less than a week, I’d already managed to get two of my straight friends’ cocks! My friend group wasn’t small either, so as Dale began to orgasm, I began to wonder how many more of them would be this easy?
“Oh fuck I’m cumming!”
A huge spurt of hot sperm burst from his cock and drenched the back of my throat. Another one exploded half a second later. More and more of it poured into me, and I gulped as best I could, but still felt as though I was drowning in stuff. Dale dragged half of it out and continued to cum across my tongue. He jerked it with his own hand, squirting strings of it across my face as I swallowed and swallowed, and swallowed again, and when my stomach felt like it was swollen, Dale gawped down at me.
“You just sucked my cock” he said, in shock, “like, you actually sucked my cock”.
I nodded and wiped his load from my face, sucking it off my thumb as I did.
“But… But you’re straight”.
I got to my feet with my boner on full show and shrugged.
“What does that even mean anymore?” I smiled, and as I punched on the shower, I pointed my finger at him. “You owe me fifty bucks, by the way”
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