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I’d never paid much attention to Chase before. He was handsome, of course, but he was also an idiot. He was a typical college jock with a bunch of friends and not nearly as many brain cells, but then one day I listened to him speak, and my opinion of him changed.
“So, what you’re trying to say, Chase, is that you don’t agree with the concept of gay marriage?” Mr. Stevens asked, after a comment that made most of the sane people in our class, gawp.
“Two dudes shouldn’t marry” he pressed, “it goes against god”.
“Are you a religious man?” Our professor asked, but Chase shrugged his broad shoulders.
“I’m just normal” he replied, which earned a few scoffs. I watched him from behind. He didn’t care what anybody else said, and I wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or frustrated by him.
“Do you accept that gay people deserve the same rights as straight people?” The professor continued.
“If they choose to be gay, then that’s on them” the athlete hit back. “We shouldn’t have to just accept them. Everything’s gone so damn woke”.
The entire class groaned. I smiled to myself as Ashley Davis rolled her eyes and said “you’re such a fucking idiot, Chase”, but again, he didn’t care.
When the lecture ended, Chase strolled from the hall without a care in the world, and I followed behind. We’d never spoken before, but after what I’d just heard, I planned to change that.
“You were right back there” I said, catching up to him. He looked around, and then looked down at me. He was at least six foot three, and I only reached his shoulder.
“Yeah” he nodded, but went no further.
“The world’s gone crazy” I laughed, “like, stop shoving this shit down our throats, right?”
I watched as he realised that I agreed with him, and it took only seconds before he became passionate about being such a fucking idiot. The two of us walked across campus, and for the entire journey, all Chase spoke about was his redneck father and how the two of them shared a passion for hating gay people.
“Fuckin’ fags, man” he finished.
“Right” I nodded, “hey, do you wanna’ come smoke?”
His brow lowered and he looked around. A few minutes later, the two of us sat behind the empty bleachers sharing a joint, and Chase continued to harp on about the evil gays.
“And don’t even get me started on Pride” he growled, sucking on the end of the joint. “Fuckin’ freak festival”.
“Oh, I know, man” I replied, feigning interest. “Like, stop making it your entire personality, right? Flags, t-shirts, and all that other woke shit”.
The handsome young man who wore a football jersey, owned multiple team flags, and spent his entire life talking about his unlikely future as a football player, nodded eagerly and handed me back the joint. The fucking irony.
He was much more relaxed now. His eyes were heavy and he was finally moving on from his vitriol hated of gay people. I decided to take the opportunity, because there was nothing I liked more than changing people’s minds.
“You know what’s funny?” I asked, and he looked at me with not a single critical thought behind his blue eyes. “When they say that they didn’t choose to be gay, like who are they trying to kid?”
“I know, bro!” He almost gasped, “they’re so full of fuckin’ shit”.
“Exactly, like they expect us to believe that they were just born like that?” I scoffed, and he nodded intently. “We all have a choice” I continued, “normal people like us just choose to be straight”.
The words went in, but they didn’t connect. He nodded again and I smiled to myself.
“I mean, we could choose to be gay if we wanted to” I said, and then his eyes narrowed and he looked disgusted.
“I couldn’t” he said, without realising that he just destroyed his own argument. “Fuck no” he pressed, almost gagging.
“Well, yeah” I half laughed, “but that’s because we did the test already, so we know that it’s disgusting”.
More confusion. He scratched his head, and I cocked a brow.
“You’ve done the test, right?”
He shook his head, and I almost felt sorry for how fucking stupid this twenty year old college student was. I pretended to be shocked for a moment before sighing.
“Damn, dude” I grimaced.
“What?” He spat, “what test?!”
He was becoming increasingly anxious as I sat there, fucking with him.
“The Gay Test” I eventually said, “you know, where you fuck around with a guy and decide if you like it or not”.
He looked absolutely gobsmacked. I couldn’t tell whether he was horrified by the idea, or furious that he was yet to pass the mythical Gay Test. He scratched his head again, and shifted awkwardly.
“I… I uh… I don’t need to do a stupid test” he mumbled, “I know I’m not a fag”.
“Right” I agreed, “of course, it’s just… I mean, unless you’ve done it, it’s hard to be sure, you know?”
Chase’s cheeks began to blush as he sat there, uncomfortably. Using his own logic against him, was sending him into a spiral, and I was quite enjoying the whole thing.
“Look” I sighed, and pretended to look around, “I really shouldn’t be doing this, because I already passed the Gay Test, but… Damn, I don’t know about this”.
“What?” He pressed, as I fucked with his head.
“Fine” I said, rolling my eyes, “I’ll do the Gay Test with you”.
His eyes widened. He looked genuinely grateful that I was willing to do the one thing that I’d come here to do. He leaned forward and whispered.
“Are you sure, bro?” He asked, “I mean, you’ve passed it already, right?”
“Right” I nodded, “but I wouldn’t want people getting the wrong idea about you, y’know? Better to be safe than sorry”.
“Yeah” he nodded, and I got to my feet, and beckoned him to do the same.
“What now?” He asked, when we both stood in front of each other.
I got to my knees and he watched in silent awe, as I grabbed the sides of his shorts and dragged them down his legs. He hesitated for a moment as he stood there in his white boxer briefs, but relaxed a moment later.
“I suck your dick” I said, sliding my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. “Then you suck mine”.
His entire body stiffened at the thought. For a moment, I was worried that Chase was going to throw up, but as I slipped his underwear down his muscular thighs, he remained silent.
His cock was bigger than I expected. It hung between his legs like an arm, and he had no choice but to allow me to study it as it twitched before my eyes. He was hairy, hung and hot. The perfect recipe.
“Ready?” I asked, and he grunted in response.
His cock was heavy. I fisted it into my hand and began to stroke it as he squirmed. His balls churned, and his breathing became heavier, and then I ran my tongue up the length of his meaty shaft, and he gasped.
Like all good, American boys, Chase was cut. I teased the sensitive scar line with my tongue before taking the large helmet into my mouth, and feeling his body tremble. Then it was time to get to work.
I’d lost count of how many cocks I’d sucked. Despite the fact that I was twenty, I’d become an expert in it. I swallowed down every inch of his hardening rod, until my nose brushed off his pubic hair, and he let out groans and gasps.
Just minutes later, Chase’s hand was holding the back of my head, and he was moaning as I sucked him. The whole thing had been far too easy, and as I toyed with his heavy balls and deep-throated every inch of his impressive rod, he finally whimpered and spilled his thick seed into the back of my throat. I swallowed it down hungrily, and got to my feet as his dick continued to twitch.
“Alright, your turn” I said, and he watched with a look of disgust on his sweaty, red face, as I pulled out a cock that was even larger than his.
“Holy shit” he gawped, but I was done talking. I shook it at him, and placed my hand on his broad shoulder as he reluctantly got to his knees, with cum still drooling from his deflated cock.
“How long do I do it for?” He grimaced, as he stared at my dick.
“I’ll let you know” I said, and he squirmed as he hesitantly reached for it, and reluctantly closed his hand around it.
Chase took a while before he plucked up the courage to put it in his mouth. It looked like he was doing one of those disgusting food challenges, and it took him multiple attempts before he could hold my semi-erect cock between his lips for more than a few seconds.
“Ready?” I asked, when my dick was buried inside his warm mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, tightly, and mumbled in response, and I slowly began to fuck his face.
There was nothing hotter than a straight boy sucking cock, except perhaps a homophobic straight boy sucking cock. Unsurprisingly, they were usually quite good at it, and before long, all eight inches of my hard cock were sliding into the back of his throat, forcing him to gag and grunt.
“That’s right” I moaned, speeding up as I fucked. “Suck that big cock”.
He hated the sound of my voice as I guided him through his first blowjob. He cringed and whimpered, and hated himself even more for allowing it to happen, but hey, he chose this, right?
It only took a few more minutes before I reached the edge of orgasm. I grabbed his head with both hands and piston-fucked his reluctant throat, and without a word of warning, I shot ribbons of cum straight into his stomach, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it. I stepped back a moment later, and watched as he gagged and retched.
“Did you cum in my mouth?!” He snapped, spitting sperm-tinted saliva onto the grass.
“Yeah” I shrugged, pulling my pants up.
He glared at me, but sat back down and wiped sweat from his face. He thought about the whole thing for a moment before finally plucking up the courage to ask the question that was plaguing him.
“So, did I pass?”
I picked up my bag and glanced back at him.
“Pass what?” I asked, and he looked confused.
“The Gay Test” he spat.
“The Gay Test? What the fuck is a gay test?”
The look on his face was perfect. I smiled at him as I turned on my heel and began to walk away. I made sure to strut, too, just in case he had any doubts.
“Wait!” He called, which I wasn’t expecting. I turned back to him, and watched as he stood there like a naughty schoolboy. “Maybe… Uh… Maybe we can try it again some time?”
“Maybe” I smirked, and left him with his own confusing thoughts.
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I’d never paid much attention to Chase before. He was handsome, of course, but he was also an idiot. He was a typical college jock with a bunch of friends and not nearly as many brain cells, but then one day I listened to him speak, and my opinion of him changed.
“So, what you’re trying to say, Chase, is that you don’t agree with the concept of gay marriage?” Mr. Stevens asked, after a comment that made most of the sane people in our class, gawp.
“Two dudes shouldn’t marry” he pressed, “it goes against god”.
“Are you a religious man?” Our professor asked, but Chase shrugged his broad shoulders.
“I’m just normal” he replied, which earned a few scoffs. I watched him from behind. He didn’t care what anybody else said, and I wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or frustrated by him.
“Do you accept that gay people deserve the same rights as straight people?” The professor continued.
“If they choose to be gay, then that’s on them” the athlete hit back. “We shouldn’t have to just accept them. Everything’s gone so damn woke”.
The entire class groaned. I smiled to myself as Ashley Davis rolled her eyes and said “you’re such a fucking idiot, Chase”, but again, he didn’t care.
When the lecture ended, Chase strolled from the hall without a care in the world, and I followed behind. We’d never spoken before, but after what I’d just heard, I planned to change that.
“You were right back there” I said, catching up to him. He looked around, and then looked down at me. He was at least six foot three, and I only reached his shoulder.
“Yeah” he nodded, but went no further.
“The world’s gone crazy” I laughed, “like, stop shoving this shit down our throats, right?”
I watched as he realised that I agreed with him, and it took only seconds before he became passionate about being such a fucking idiot. The two of us walked across campus, and for the entire journey, all Chase spoke about was his redneck father and how the two of them shared a passion for hating gay people.
“Fuckin’ fags, man” he finished.
“Right” I nodded, “hey, do you wanna’ come smoke?”
His brow lowered and he looked around. A few minutes later, the two of us sat behind the empty bleachers sharing a joint, and Chase continued to harp on about the evil gays.
“And don’t even get me started on Pride” he growled, sucking on the end of the joint. “Fuckin’ freak festival”.
“Oh, I know, man” I replied, feigning interest. “Like, stop making it your entire personality, right? Flags, t-shirts, and all that other woke shit”.
The handsome young man who wore a football jersey, owned multiple team flags, and spent his entire life talking about his unlikely future as a football player, nodded eagerly and handed me back the joint. The fucking irony.
He was much more relaxed now. His eyes were heavy and he was finally moving on from his vitriol hated of gay people. I decided to take the opportunity, because there was nothing I liked more than changing people’s minds.
“You know what’s funny?” I asked, and he looked at me with not a single critical thought behind his blue eyes. “When they say that they didn’t choose to be gay, like who are they trying to kid?”
“I know, bro!” He almost gasped, “they’re so full of fuckin’ shit”.
“Exactly, like they expect us to believe that they were just born like that?” I scoffed, and he nodded intently. “We all have a choice” I continued, “normal people like us just choose to be straight”.
The words went in, but they didn’t connect. He nodded again and I smiled to myself.
“I mean, we could choose to be gay if we wanted to” I said, and then his eyes narrowed and he looked disgusted.
“I couldn’t” he said, without realising that he just destroyed his own argument. “Fuck no” he pressed, almost gagging.
“Well, yeah” I half laughed, “but that’s because we did the test already, so we know that it’s disgusting”.
More confusion. He scratched his head, and I cocked a brow.
“You’ve done the test, right?”
He shook his head, and I almost felt sorry for how fucking stupid this twenty year old college student was. I pretended to be shocked for a moment before sighing.
“Damn, dude” I grimaced.
“What?” He spat, “what test?!”
He was becoming increasingly anxious as I sat there, fucking with him.
“The Gay Test” I eventually said, “you know, where you fuck around with a guy and decide if you like it or not”.
He looked absolutely gobsmacked. I couldn’t tell whether he was horrified by the idea, or furious that he was yet to pass the mythical Gay Test. He scratched his head again, and shifted awkwardly.
“I… I uh… I don’t need to do a stupid test” he mumbled, “I know I’m not a fag”.
“Right” I agreed, “of course, it’s just… I mean, unless you’ve done it, it’s hard to be sure, you know?”
Chase’s cheeks began to blush as he sat there, uncomfortably. Using his own logic against him, was sending him into a spiral, and I was quite enjoying the whole thing.
“Look” I sighed, and pretended to look around, “I really shouldn’t be doing this, because I already passed the Gay Test, but… Damn, I don’t know about this”.
“What?” He pressed, as I fucked with his head.
“Fine” I said, rolling my eyes, “I’ll do the Gay Test with you”.
His eyes widened. He looked genuinely grateful that I was willing to do the one thing that I’d come here to do. He leaned forward and whispered.
“Are you sure, bro?” He asked, “I mean, you’ve passed it already, right?”
“Right” I nodded, “but I wouldn’t want people getting the wrong idea about you, y’know? Better to be safe than sorry”.
“Yeah” he nodded, and I got to my feet, and beckoned him to do the same.
“What now?” He asked, when we both stood in front of each other.
I got to my knees and he watched in silent awe, as I grabbed the sides of his shorts and dragged them down his legs. He hesitated for a moment as he stood there in his white boxer briefs, but relaxed a moment later.
“I suck your dick” I said, sliding my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. “Then you suck mine”.
His entire body stiffened at the thought. For a moment, I was worried that Chase was going to throw up, but as I slipped his underwear down his muscular thighs, he remained silent.
His cock was bigger than I expected. It hung between his legs like an arm, and he had no choice but to allow me to study it as it twitched before my eyes. He was hairy, hung and hot. The perfect recipe.
“Ready?” I asked, and he grunted in response.
His cock was heavy. I fisted it into my hand and began to stroke it as he squirmed. His balls churned, and his breathing became heavier, and then I ran my tongue up the length of his meaty shaft, and he gasped.
Like all good, American boys, Chase was cut. I teased the sensitive scar line with my tongue before taking the large helmet into my mouth, and feeling his body tremble. Then it was time to get to work.
I’d lost count of how many cocks I’d sucked. Despite the fact that I was twenty, I’d become an expert in it. I swallowed down every inch of his hardening rod, until my nose brushed off his pubic hair, and he let out groans and gasps.
Just minutes later, Chase’s hand was holding the back of my head, and he was moaning as I sucked him. The whole thing had been far too easy, and as I toyed with his heavy balls and deep-throated every inch of his impressive rod, he finally whimpered and spilled his thick seed into the back of my throat. I swallowed it down hungrily, and got to my feet as his dick continued to twitch.
“Alright, your turn” I said, and he watched with a look of disgust on his sweaty, red face, as I pulled out a cock that was even larger than his.
“Holy shit” he gawped, but I was done talking. I shook it at him, and placed my hand on his broad shoulder as he reluctantly got to his knees, with cum still drooling from his deflated cock.
“How long do I do it for?” He grimaced, as he stared at my dick.
“I’ll let you know” I said, and he squirmed as he hesitantly reached for it, and reluctantly closed his hand around it.
Chase took a while before he plucked up the courage to put it in his mouth. It looked like he was doing one of those disgusting food challenges, and it took him multiple attempts before he could hold my semi-erect cock between his lips for more than a few seconds.
“Ready?” I asked, when my dick was buried inside his warm mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, tightly, and mumbled in response, and I slowly began to fuck his face.
There was nothing hotter than a straight boy sucking cock, except perhaps a homophobic straight boy sucking cock. Unsurprisingly, they were usually quite good at it, and before long, all eight inches of my hard cock were sliding into the back of his throat, forcing him to gag and grunt.
“That’s right” I moaned, speeding up as I fucked. “Suck that big cock”.
He hated the sound of my voice as I guided him through his first blowjob. He cringed and whimpered, and hated himself even more for allowing it to happen, but hey, he chose this, right?
It only took a few more minutes before I reached the edge of orgasm. I grabbed his head with both hands and piston-fucked his reluctant throat, and without a word of warning, I shot ribbons of cum straight into his stomach, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it. I stepped back a moment later, and watched as he gagged and retched.
“Did you cum in my mouth?!” He snapped, spitting sperm-tinted saliva onto the grass.
“Yeah” I shrugged, pulling my pants up.
He glared at me, but sat back down and wiped sweat from his face. He thought about the whole thing for a moment before finally plucking up the courage to ask the question that was plaguing him.
“So, did I pass?”
I picked up my bag and glanced back at him.
“Pass what?” I asked, and he looked confused.
“The Gay Test” he spat.
“The Gay Test? What the fuck is a gay test?”
The look on his face was perfect. I smiled at him as I turned on my heel and began to walk away. I made sure to strut, too, just in case he had any doubts.
“Wait!” He called, which I wasn’t expecting. I turned back to him, and watched as he stood there like a naughty schoolboy. “Maybe… Uh… Maybe we can try it again some time?”
“Maybe” I smirked, and left him with his own confusing thoughts.
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