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I realised early on that I wasn’t like other boys my age. You probably think that this is where I explain that whilst they spoke about girls, I secretly fantasised about them, but you’d be wrong.
You see, I didn’t really fantasise about anything. The idea of sex excited me, but I wasn’t particularly bothered by what genitals looked back at me, and by the time I started college, nothing had changed.
I wasn’t gay or straight. I wasn’t even bisexual. It didn’t matter to me. None of it. Truth be told, I didn’t even need to be attracted to the person. I liked to call it Sexsexual.
Naturally, being so utterly indifferent about the whole thing had many benefits. I was rarely horny, because aside from the fact that I was happy to fuck anything with a pulse, I’d also inherited my family’s good looks. Sex came easy, but there was another benefit, too.
My friends had always been guys. They were the type of dudes who you’d picture in a frat house chugging beers at a Beer Pong table. The same guys that women both loved and hated in equal measure. The ones who had so much toxic masculinity built up that you could almost smell the stuff.
For the most part, I tried to stay out of their moronic way of life. Partying every night, puking up a litre of vodka at football training, and having rampant sex until their dicks went raw was fun and all that, but not exactly sustainable.
But my time surrounded by testosterone fuelled asshats taught me something that no health class ever had. Even in the most heterosexual man, lurks something far more questionable.
Colton Andrews stood a hair taller than me at six foot two. He was neither ripped nor skinny, but somewhere pleasantly in between. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the twenty one year old, except of course his good looks, but if ever there was a straight man to behold, Colton was him.
The guy was a sex addict. Not a single weekend went by without him scoring at least two young women a night. Much like myself, Colton didn’t care who they were or what they looked like, because as long as they had a hole between their legs, he’d make do.
We’d been close since middle school. I’d watched him turn into the man he became, and honestly, there were far worse things Colton could have gotten involved in than sex addiction.
There’s a secret about straight guys that nobody talks about. It’s not some cryptic knowledge, because there’s nothing cryptic about them. They’re simple beings, with simple needs, and that’s where my story begins.
Colton sat on the couch with one knee raised and his phone hanging lazily in his right hand. From my angle, I could see the edge of his white boxer briefs. The sight was enough to keep me interested.
“Lacey’s not coming” he sighed, and dropped his heavy forearm across his head. “Can you believe that?”
“Can you not?” I scoffed, “haven’t you been chasing her for weeks?”
“It’s not chasing, Jake” he spat back, “you should see the pictures she’s been sending me! That chick is a fucking tease, I’m telling you”.
Colton pulled the blue fabric of his loose shorts away from his crotch. I wondered if he was doing so to allow his meaty cock room to swell.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone else” I told him, and he sighed loudly.
“Yeah, I guess”.
I was inexperienced in the art of what I now call Striking. Had I known then, what I know now, I would have planted the seed at that very moment.
“You know what my dream is?” He asked, staring at the ceiling. I grunted. “To find a chick that I don’t need to spend weeks texting. You know, just a hot girl who stays over, sucks dick, does all that type of thing, and doesn’t let me down last fucking minute”.
I cocked a brow and looked over at him. “You mean a girlfriend?”
He considered it for a moment before snorting with laughter. “Oh yeah, I guess so” he grinned, and I shook my head and laughed with him.
“You’re an idiot”.
“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?” He asked, his tone slowly changing as he pondered. “I mean, I know you’ve fucked lots of chicks, but how come you’ve never had a relationship? You’re the more mature one, anyway”.
I shrugged. “I’m just not a relationship kinda guy” I told him, “plus, I like having sex with as many people as I can, and I don’t need anybody shouting at me for it”.
Colton smiled and nodded. “I get you man” he said, and then his voice trailed off for a moment. “You know, if you were born a girl, we woulda’ made a great couple”.
I bunched my eyebrows up and scoffed. “Whatever you’re into”.
“No, no seriously” he said, sitting up, “both of us love sex, so we wouldn’t be upset by the other person fucking everyone, but we’re both pretty chill, too”.
“You want too much, man” I told him, and sat up, only to notice that his eyes were lingering on me a little too long.
“Yeah” he nodded, looking away, “you’re probably right”.
The mound under his shorts remained large enough that I could make out the outline of his cock. It was difficult to tell whether he was hard, but he certainly looked as though he was getting there. For a reason I’ll never know, but will always be grateful for, I spoke without thinking.
“Why do I have to be a chick for that, anyway?”
His head swung back toward me like I’d offended him. His eyes squinted, and his cheeks lifted.
“What?”
It was too late to back out now. If I did, it would only cement the fact that I’d made a blunder. I shrugged instead.
“I’m just saying; bros before hoes can mean more than you think”. I added a soft laugh to ease the tension, but Colton continued to glare.
“That’s about the gayest shit you’ve ever said you homo” he replied, but I could see him relax slightly, and a moment later he smiled. “Don’t let the others hear you say that shit, they’ll beat your ass”.
I sniggered. “Man, I’d fuck those guys up”.
He beamed at me, I beamed back, and without even realising, I’d set everything in motion.
In the hours that followed our little conversation in Colton’s house, our relationship took on a strange new dynamic. Sure, nothing crazy changed, but suddenly Colton was acting slightly more protective of me than usual.
“Watch it” he snapped at some college freshman who accidentally tipped off me. “Fucking freshmen” he growled.
Minutes later; “do you want a drink or something?”
“Dude, you’ve gotten me three drinks already, what the fuck is up with you tonight?”
He cocked a brow, as though he only just realised that he was acting bizarre, and shook his head. “No idea” he said, surprising himself.
The party was more uneventful than either of us wanted, and by the time the lights came on, our endeavour to find a one-night-stand came to an end.
“I blame Lacey” he hiccuped as we returned to his place, “if she was there, we would have been fine”.
“If she was there” I said, swaying as I walked, “you would have been fine”.
Colton dropped his arm over my shoulder. It wasn’t unusual, especially given our drunken state. “Have you ever known me not to share, Jake?” He grinned.
“So you’d let me fuck her with you?”
He shrugged. “We’re bros, man. Like you said, there’s more to bros before hoes than you think”.
The house was in darkness by the time we returned. Colton instantly peeled his t-shirt over his impressive body and face planted the bed. At twenty one, neither of us were particularly bothered by sharing a bed, so I lay back on the pillow.
“Girls, man” he groaned into the mattress.
“Girls”.
Colton rolled over until we lay next to each other looking at the ceiling. “If girls acted like guys, we’d never have full balls again” he said.
In an instant, something in my head switched. I didn’t think about it, nor did I question it. My hand slid across his leg and rested on his crotch, and I held it there, feeling the warmth of him radiate through the fabric whilst we both fell silent.
Under normal circumstances, Colton would have thrown his fist through my face, but there was nothing normal about that night.
“Are you gay?”
I let the question hang in the air for a moment. He wasn’t looking at me, nor was I looking at him.
“No”.
“Bisexual?”
“No”.
“Me neither”.
More time passed, but my hand remained on him. If I knew no better, I’d almost say he was stiffening up.
“So then we can’t do this” he said, but his voice was entirely unconvincing.
“I guess you’re right” I said, and closed my fingers around the bulge. Once again, Colton remained in place.
“What would the guys think?” He half laughed.
“We’d never hear the end of it” I nodded, finding the zipper and sliding it down the golden teeth of his jeans.
“Yep, you know how Craig feels about gays” he swallowed.
“Doesn’t like them” I said, sliding my hand between the open mouth of the zipper and finding his warm underwear.
Colton’s bare chest rose and fell rapidly. I could feel his frantic heartbeat through his cock, but he unbuttoned his jeans and lifted his ass as he dragged them down his legs.
“Plus” he said, pulling the back of his crisp white Calvins down his ass until his half hard cock flopped out onto his pubic hair, “I don’t think I could even get hard for a guy”.
“Yeah” I nodded, taking his thick member into my hand and feeling it swell at my touch. “So there’s no point in trying”.
“Right”.
“Right”.
Colton’s cock continued to grow until he bulged in my fist. His pink helmet was already damp with pent up excitement and I watched as a pearly bead of pre-cum drooled down his shaft and across my knuckles.
His breath caught in his throat as I began to stroke him. I could see the tension in his body as he squeezed the bedsheets, and decided to even the playing field by pulling down my own pants.
He considered it. He looked over at my twitching cock and shivered with nervous excitement. I watched as his hand crept across me, before he gingerly reached for my pole and squeezed it.
“We wouldn’t have to tell anybody, though” he swallowed, as the soft sounds of jerking filled the room. Each stroke was wetter than the last, until both our cocks and our hands were drenched.
“Yeah” I nodded, “a secret”.
“A secret, yeah”.
“Our secret”.
“Don’t say it like that” he said, “sounds creepy”.
“Yeah”.
“Anyway” he continued, as I ran my hand up and down his wet cock, and he returned the favour in unison. “It’s not really gay, is it?”
“No, not really”.
“It’s like… If I had an itchy back and you scratched it, right?”
“Right”.
Despite the fact that both handjobs were sloppy and inexperienced, watching as one of my best friends pleasured my cock was making me increasingly horny.
Realising how close we both were to orgasm, we sped up. Colton let out a soft moan, and immediately disguised it with a cough.
“Think I’m coming down with something” he said, coughing again.
“Me too” I replied, sweating now, and forcing out a cough instead of a moan. “I’m really fucking coming down with something”.
“Oh man” he gasped, “I’m so fucking sick right now” he coughed louder, but the cough turned to a long, drawn out moan.
“Fuck” I grunted, trying desperately to hold back the load that was brewing.
Colton gasped. His hips thrust upwards. He didn’t even bother coughing now, and instead, he sucked air into his lungs and trembled as a thick rope of cum squirted from his cock head and splashed down his chest.
I gave up. His hand squeezed tighter from his own orgasm, and my load began to erupt from me.
We both watched with glassed eyes as sperm shot from our cocks and drenched us. Rivers of the stuff poured down both our hands, drooling into our pubes, until finally the orgasms passed and we lay there, soaking in cum and sweat, and breathing heavily.
“That was some scratch” I eventually said, my chest heaving.
“Yeah” he nodded.
Another few minutes passed whilst we both stewed in our own excitement until Colton finally turned his head toward me.
“I’m still straight, you know that, right?”
I nodded. “Me too”.
“Alright, good”.
“Good”.
“And nobody needs to know about this” he added.
“Exactly” I replied, but something inside me told me that I was soon about to discover that Colton wasn’t the only straight boy with a secret.
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I realised early on that I wasn’t like other boys my age. You probably think that this is where I explain that whilst they spoke about girls, I secretly fantasised about them, but you’d be wrong.
You see, I didn’t really fantasise about anything. The idea of sex excited me, but I wasn’t particularly bothered by what genitals looked back at me, and by the time I started college, nothing had changed.
I wasn’t gay or straight. I wasn’t even bisexual. It didn’t matter to me. None of it. Truth be told, I didn’t even need to be attracted to the person. I liked to call it Sexsexual.
Naturally, being so utterly indifferent about the whole thing had many benefits. I was rarely horny, because aside from the fact that I was happy to fuck anything with a pulse, I’d also inherited my family’s good looks. Sex came easy, but there was another benefit, too.
My friends had always been guys. They were the type of dudes who you’d picture in a frat house chugging beers at a Beer Pong table. The same guys that women both loved and hated in equal measure. The ones who had so much toxic masculinity built up that you could almost smell the stuff.
For the most part, I tried to stay out of their moronic way of life. Partying every night, puking up a litre of vodka at football training, and having rampant sex until their dicks went raw was fun and all that, but not exactly sustainable.
But my time surrounded by testosterone fuelled asshats taught me something that no health class ever had. Even in the most heterosexual man, lurks something far more questionable.
Colton Andrews stood a hair taller than me at six foot two. He was neither ripped nor skinny, but somewhere pleasantly in between. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the twenty one year old, except of course his good looks, but if ever there was a straight man to behold, Colton was him.
The guy was a sex addict. Not a single weekend went by without him scoring at least two young women a night. Much like myself, Colton didn’t care who they were or what they looked like, because as long as they had a hole between their legs, he’d make do.
We’d been close since middle school. I’d watched him turn into the man he became, and honestly, there were far worse things Colton could have gotten involved in than sex addiction.
There’s a secret about straight guys that nobody talks about. It’s not some cryptic knowledge, because there’s nothing cryptic about them. They’re simple beings, with simple needs, and that’s where my story begins.
Colton sat on the couch with one knee raised and his phone hanging lazily in his right hand. From my angle, I could see the edge of his white boxer briefs. The sight was enough to keep me interested.
“Lacey’s not coming” he sighed, and dropped his heavy forearm across his head. “Can you believe that?”
“Can you not?” I scoffed, “haven’t you been chasing her for weeks?”
“It’s not chasing, Jake” he spat back, “you should see the pictures she’s been sending me! That chick is a fucking tease, I’m telling you”.
Colton pulled the blue fabric of his loose shorts away from his crotch. I wondered if he was doing so to allow his meaty cock room to swell.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone else” I told him, and he sighed loudly.
“Yeah, I guess”.
I was inexperienced in the art of what I now call Striking. Had I known then, what I know now, I would have planted the seed at that very moment.
“You know what my dream is?” He asked, staring at the ceiling. I grunted. “To find a chick that I don’t need to spend weeks texting. You know, just a hot girl who stays over, sucks dick, does all that type of thing, and doesn’t let me down last fucking minute”.
I cocked a brow and looked over at him. “You mean a girlfriend?”
He considered it for a moment before snorting with laughter. “Oh yeah, I guess so” he grinned, and I shook my head and laughed with him.
“You’re an idiot”.
“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?” He asked, his tone slowly changing as he pondered. “I mean, I know you’ve fucked lots of chicks, but how come you’ve never had a relationship? You’re the more mature one, anyway”.
I shrugged. “I’m just not a relationship kinda guy” I told him, “plus, I like having sex with as many people as I can, and I don’t need anybody shouting at me for it”.
Colton smiled and nodded. “I get you man” he said, and then his voice trailed off for a moment. “You know, if you were born a girl, we woulda’ made a great couple”.
I bunched my eyebrows up and scoffed. “Whatever you’re into”.
“No, no seriously” he said, sitting up, “both of us love sex, so we wouldn’t be upset by the other person fucking everyone, but we’re both pretty chill, too”.
“You want too much, man” I told him, and sat up, only to notice that his eyes were lingering on me a little too long.
“Yeah” he nodded, looking away, “you’re probably right”.
The mound under his shorts remained large enough that I could make out the outline of his cock. It was difficult to tell whether he was hard, but he certainly looked as though he was getting there. For a reason I’ll never know, but will always be grateful for, I spoke without thinking.
“Why do I have to be a chick for that, anyway?”
His head swung back toward me like I’d offended him. His eyes squinted, and his cheeks lifted.
“What?”
It was too late to back out now. If I did, it would only cement the fact that I’d made a blunder. I shrugged instead.
“I’m just saying; bros before hoes can mean more than you think”. I added a soft laugh to ease the tension, but Colton continued to glare.
“That’s about the gayest shit you’ve ever said you homo” he replied, but I could see him relax slightly, and a moment later he smiled. “Don’t let the others hear you say that shit, they’ll beat your ass”.
I sniggered. “Man, I’d fuck those guys up”.
He beamed at me, I beamed back, and without even realising, I’d set everything in motion.
In the hours that followed our little conversation in Colton’s house, our relationship took on a strange new dynamic. Sure, nothing crazy changed, but suddenly Colton was acting slightly more protective of me than usual.
“Watch it” he snapped at some college freshman who accidentally tipped off me. “Fucking freshmen” he growled.
Minutes later; “do you want a drink or something?”
“Dude, you’ve gotten me three drinks already, what the fuck is up with you tonight?”
He cocked a brow, as though he only just realised that he was acting bizarre, and shook his head. “No idea” he said, surprising himself.
The party was more uneventful than either of us wanted, and by the time the lights came on, our endeavour to find a one-night-stand came to an end.
“I blame Lacey” he hiccuped as we returned to his place, “if she was there, we would have been fine”.
“If she was there” I said, swaying as I walked, “you would have been fine”.
Colton dropped his arm over my shoulder. It wasn’t unusual, especially given our drunken state. “Have you ever known me not to share, Jake?” He grinned.
“So you’d let me fuck her with you?”
He shrugged. “We’re bros, man. Like you said, there’s more to bros before hoes than you think”.
The house was in darkness by the time we returned. Colton instantly peeled his t-shirt over his impressive body and face planted the bed. At twenty one, neither of us were particularly bothered by sharing a bed, so I lay back on the pillow.
“Girls, man” he groaned into the mattress.
“Girls”.
Colton rolled over until we lay next to each other looking at the ceiling. “If girls acted like guys, we’d never have full balls again” he said.
In an instant, something in my head switched. I didn’t think about it, nor did I question it. My hand slid across his leg and rested on his crotch, and I held it there, feeling the warmth of him radiate through the fabric whilst we both fell silent.
Under normal circumstances, Colton would have thrown his fist through my face, but there was nothing normal about that night.
“Are you gay?”
I let the question hang in the air for a moment. He wasn’t looking at me, nor was I looking at him.
“No”.
“Bisexual?”
“No”.
“Me neither”.
More time passed, but my hand remained on him. If I knew no better, I’d almost say he was stiffening up.
“So then we can’t do this” he said, but his voice was entirely unconvincing.
“I guess you’re right” I said, and closed my fingers around the bulge. Once again, Colton remained in place.
“What would the guys think?” He half laughed.
“We’d never hear the end of it” I nodded, finding the zipper and sliding it down the golden teeth of his jeans.
“Yep, you know how Craig feels about gays” he swallowed.
“Doesn’t like them” I said, sliding my hand between the open mouth of the zipper and finding his warm underwear.
Colton’s bare chest rose and fell rapidly. I could feel his frantic heartbeat through his cock, but he unbuttoned his jeans and lifted his ass as he dragged them down his legs.
“Plus” he said, pulling the back of his crisp white Calvins down his ass until his half hard cock flopped out onto his pubic hair, “I don’t think I could even get hard for a guy”.
“Yeah” I nodded, taking his thick member into my hand and feeling it swell at my touch. “So there’s no point in trying”.
“Right”.
“Right”.
Colton’s cock continued to grow until he bulged in my fist. His pink helmet was already damp with pent up excitement and I watched as a pearly bead of pre-cum drooled down his shaft and across my knuckles.
His breath caught in his throat as I began to stroke him. I could see the tension in his body as he squeezed the bedsheets, and decided to even the playing field by pulling down my own pants.
He considered it. He looked over at my twitching cock and shivered with nervous excitement. I watched as his hand crept across me, before he gingerly reached for my pole and squeezed it.
“We wouldn’t have to tell anybody, though” he swallowed, as the soft sounds of jerking filled the room. Each stroke was wetter than the last, until both our cocks and our hands were drenched.
“Yeah” I nodded, “a secret”.
“A secret, yeah”.
“Our secret”.
“Don’t say it like that” he said, “sounds creepy”.
“Yeah”.
“Anyway” he continued, as I ran my hand up and down his wet cock, and he returned the favour in unison. “It’s not really gay, is it?”
“No, not really”.
“It’s like… If I had an itchy back and you scratched it, right?”
“Right”.
Despite the fact that both handjobs were sloppy and inexperienced, watching as one of my best friends pleasured my cock was making me increasingly horny.
Realising how close we both were to orgasm, we sped up. Colton let out a soft moan, and immediately disguised it with a cough.
“Think I’m coming down with something” he said, coughing again.
“Me too” I replied, sweating now, and forcing out a cough instead of a moan. “I’m really fucking coming down with something”.
“Oh man” he gasped, “I’m so fucking sick right now” he coughed louder, but the cough turned to a long, drawn out moan.
“Fuck” I grunted, trying desperately to hold back the load that was brewing.
Colton gasped. His hips thrust upwards. He didn’t even bother coughing now, and instead, he sucked air into his lungs and trembled as a thick rope of cum squirted from his cock head and splashed down his chest.
I gave up. His hand squeezed tighter from his own orgasm, and my load began to erupt from me.
We both watched with glassed eyes as sperm shot from our cocks and drenched us. Rivers of the stuff poured down both our hands, drooling into our pubes, until finally the orgasms passed and we lay there, soaking in cum and sweat, and breathing heavily.
“That was some scratch” I eventually said, my chest heaving.
“Yeah” he nodded.
Another few minutes passed whilst we both stewed in our own excitement until Colton finally turned his head toward me.
“I’m still straight, you know that, right?”
I nodded. “Me too”.
“Alright, good”.
“Good”.
“And nobody needs to know about this” he added.
“Exactly” I replied, but something inside me told me that I was soon about to discover that Colton wasn’t the only straight boy with a secret.
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