Horny Straight Scott II
By Natty Soltesz
I was pretty much thrown for a loop. It didn’t really hit me full force until I had left Scott’s house that night, and started walking back to campus. I jumped up and whooped, overcome by this weird mixture of excitement and anxiety.
Mainly excitement. It wasn’t because this had been my first time messing around with another guy. Back in my sophomore year of high school I’d had a series of same-sex experiences that had left a huge impression on me, but had ultimately left me feeling guilty and ashamed. I hadn’t done anything with another guy since then, though I thought about it often.
What Scott and I had done felt very different from any sexual experience–straight or confused–than I’d ever had. Here was a very good friend of mine. I’d sucked him off–swallowed–and ate my own load off of his hairy chest. And afterwards we spent a good hour talking about how unexpected it had been. I asked him if he’d ever fooled around with a guy before, and he said he hadn’t.
“I’m pretty sure I’m straight,” he said, laughing. I mean, obviously he was straight. He had a whole collection of straight porn–lesbians and all. I asked him if messing around with me had confused him.
“No, not really,” he said. “It feels pretty much…o.k.” Well, as much as I would have loved messing around some more that night, I knew Scott had to get up the next morning for work, and I figured why mess up a good thing–we’d probably be hanging out again tomorrow night. When I got up to leave and say goodnight, he had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. It was the same grin that I had the the whole way home. I hardly got any sleep that night, my mind was racing. My heart was palpitating with a rush that felt…just pure. Not bad, at all.
I spent the next day doing various bullshit things, trying—somewhat unsuccessfully—to keep my mind off the events of the previous night. I went to the library, and ended up seeing some people I knew. We caught a bus to the south side and wandered around Carson Street for a while.
“What’s wrong with you?” this girl Liz asked me at one point.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Well, wipe that goddamn grin off your face,” she said.
When I got home at about a quarter after five, Scott had left a message on my machine.
“Hey, dude, I’m at work. Should be getting off around five, wanted to see if you were up for hanging out tonight. Gimme a call.” I got a hole of his cell phone as he was driving home. “You feel like playing Frisbee?”
He picked me up in front of my apartment and we smoked a joint on our way to the park. I was feeling mellow. Sex was on my mind, but it didn’t feel like the right time to talk about it. We tossed the Frisbee around until the sun started to go down. It was good to know that we could do things like this together, that everything was still cool–manly, or whatever.
On our way to Scott’s place we picked up a six pack of Iron City pounders. As we got nearer to his apartment, we both got pretty quiet. I think both of us knew what might happen, and the expectation of it was making things tense. I checked out Scott’s legs–thick and hairy–and the thought of being between them again started making me horny. I glanced at his butt as he was getting out of the car–he was wearing his blue basketball shorts again, and his ass looked tight and plump.
We went inside and I sat on the couch as Scott did some things. He came in with two beers in his hands, holding one out to me. We cracked them open. He took a big chug, then set the can down on the coffee table and took off his shirt.
“I need a shower,” he said, sitting back on the couch.
“Go ahead, I’ll just watch TV,” I said. Scott stared at the blank screen.
“I wouldn’t mind gettin off, first,” he said. This was followed by a really uncomfortable silence, where we both just stared ahead and tried not to breathe too loudly. It was weird. He’d been so nonchalant about beating off before, but that had just been beating off, and things had escalated from there. This time we both anticipated that more would happen, and neither of us knew how to make it happen in a casual way.
“Lemme check out your porn,” I said, heading into his bedroom where I knew he kept it. I looked through the titles on his videos, more or less just stalling for time.
“I got a bunch of magazines, too,” Scott said, reaching into his bedside table drawer and pulling out a stack.
“Right on,” I said, sitting beside him on the bed.
“This one’s pretty good,” he said, handing one to me. It was “Barely Legal Hardcore.” I started looking through it, and it was really fucking hot–mostly pictures with two or more guys fucking one girl.
“This is really hot,” I said, and Scott leaned over to look at it with me. I flipped through the pages, my cock getting harder. I put my hand on it and massaged the length of my shaft. One series of photos had a girl getting plowed in the ass by a dude with monster cock.
“Shit,” Scott said, his voice right in my ear. “I love when chicks take it up the ass.” In the next couple of pages the same girl was getting double penetrated. I looked over at Scott and saw he was grabbing his cock through his shorts, like I was. When we’d gone through the whole magazine, I turned back to some of the really good pages and we kept like that, side by side, each of us getting more and more turned on by the second. Our thighs were touching and we were both breathing really heavy. My heart was pumping furiously.
“I got this really hot movie where this blond chick takes it up the ass,” he said, standing up and reaching in his closet. His fat, mostly hard cock tented out the front of his shorts. I saw he had the movie in his hand, but then he paused for a second, like he was debating something in his head. He set the tape back on the shelf, then reached further back into his closet and grabbed something wrapped in a plastic grocery bag. “Look at what else I got,” he said, smiling, and he held up a smooth, cylindrical object.
“What is that?” I said.
“What the fuck do you think it is?” he said, holding it out to me.
“A dildo?!”
“Yeah,” he said, and I took it. It was pretty long and a good bit thicker than a broomstick. It was made out of hard, translucent, emerald-green plastic, which made it look not unlike an apple Jolly Rancher.
“You stick this up your butt?” I asked. I was fairly incredulous, which Scott seemed to get a kick out of.
“No, I unclog my toilet with it,” he said sarcastically. “Fuck yeah, dude, I use it when I beat off,” he said. “You ever try it?”
“Not really,” I said, which made Scott laugh.
“Not really,” he repeated, mocking me. He took it back from me. “It feels fucking great,” he said, gazing at it. “I use it all the time. My little buddy…”
He reached on the shelf and grabbed the video tape. “Let’s go watch this,” he said, and started out of the room with the tape in one hand and his dildo in the other. I stood up and followed him into the dark living room.
I took my seat in the easy chair as Scott cued up the tape to the scene he wanted to watch.
“This is the one,” he said, standing up. He stood there in front of the TV as the scene kicked into gear, squeezing his shaft until it tented out his shorts. I was rock hard already, watching the tape and watching Scott watch the tape. When the blond girl finally sat her ass down on the tip of the dude’s fat prick, Scott said “Fuck, yeah.” He pulled his shorts off and kicked them across the floor. I stood up and took my own shorts off. He stood for another minute, his back more or less toward me, and I got to check out his ass, naked. It was lightly hairy, and pretty substantial. But definitely plump and tight–a real bubble butt. He rocked his hips forward in a slight liquid motion as he stroked his fat boner. After a little while he sat back down on the couch.
We took in the movie for a while, just jacking off and casually checking each other out. Scott glanced at the dildo laying on the couch next to him, then reached beside himself and pulled out a bottle of hand cream.
“Fuck, man, you’re prepared,” I said.
“More than I’d like to admit sometimes,” he said. “Here, want some?” I held out my hand and he pumped a couple shots of thick cream into my hand. He did the same for himself, and soon we were both sliding our cocks out of our tight, greasy fists, moaning and groaning, unabashedly voicing our pleasure. The blond chick was getting seriously ass-fucked by the guy’s huge meat, but what made it hot is that she actually seemed to be enjoying it. She was fingering her clit and the guy was fondling her tits, squeezing her hard nipples. His balls slapped against her ass as he thrust into her.
Scott was still pumping his cock, but with his other hand he was tweaking his nipples. He ran his hand down his stomach then along his thighs; then he grabbed his balls and started rubbing his fingers into the space underneath them. The dildo was sitting beside him on the couch. He picked it up, pumped some more lotion onto his hand and rubbed it into the dildo. I was watching him intently but he didn’t seem to notice. He kept his eyes on the TV as he reached his hand over to the pump and squired some lotion onto his fingertips. Then he lifted up his knees and rubbed the lotion onto his asshole. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like he was fingering himself a little bit. Then he put his legs down, leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the coffee table, moving it closer to the couch. He propped his feet up on the edge of the coffee table and scooted forward until his ass was hanging off the edge of the couch.
“Easier this way,” he said. He directed the tip of the dildo between his ass cheeks and pressed it in. He breathing got jagged as he slid the dildo slowly into his hole, stopping at times to tweak his nipples and jerk his still very hard cock.
“Fuck man, you got that almost all the way inside,” I said. “Does it hurt?”
“No, man,” he said, pulling it out slightly and then thrusting it back in. “Feels fucking great.” I kept jerking off as Scott fucked himself with the dildo, but I had to slow down a couple of times because I was really close to shooting my load. I think Scott may have been having the same problem; he would stroke his cock a little here and there, but mostly he was concentrating on fucking himself in the ass. Finally, he lifted his legs up into the air and shoved the dildo into his ass all the way to the hilt.
“Check this out, dude,” he said, and I got up and stood in front of him. “All the way in.”
“That’s amazing,” I said. My cock was dripping, my load was close to just pouring out of me. He looked so hot; this hairy, masculine dude, his legs up in the air, holding the end of a dildo slid inside his tight asshole, his big butt cheeks spread open wide.
“Does it just stay in?” I asked. “Or do you have to hold it in there?”
“No. Look,” he said, letting go of it. It stayed in for a moment, then started slowly sliding out of him. I took the end of it and pushed it back inside of him. He groaned. Still holding the end of it, I let it slide back out of him a little, the muscles of his ass reflexively pushing it out. I felt the initial resistance of the tight muscles inside his butthole, gripping the dildo tight and hot as it slid into him, smooth as butter.
“Keep doing that,” he said. I sat down on the coffee table in front of him and he rested his legs on either side of me. I kept up a easy rhythm, sliding the dildo in and out of his ass, watching closely the way his tight hole stretched to accommodate it. He pushed his huge erection out and stroked it long and slow. Eventually he closed his eyes and lifted his legs up in the air. “Pound it into me,” he said. I did. I fucked his ass with that dildo, feeling the friction and heat between his legs, beating my own cock with my other hand. He was getting really close to cumming. He lifted his legs up as high as they could go, spreading his ass wide open with his hand on one cheek. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, fuck. Gonna cum. Shove it in me, as far as it can go. Fuck, fuuuuccckkkk!!” He opened his mouth wide and pointed his cock into it. I had the dildo so far in his ass, and it was like it tripped a switch in him. He was barely stroking his cock, but the cum just suddenly started flying out of him. I felt his ass contract around the dildo. The first rope of cum shot out of his cock and landed across his mouth. He kept his cock pointed into his mouth and unloaded onto his tongue. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at what had landed on his lips, then he swallowed it down.
Before I knew it I was past the point of no return myself. Still holding the dildo deep in his ass, I jerked my prick furiously against his sweaty nuts. I rubbed my slick cockhead all over the underside of his balls and toward his asshole, pumping it into my fist and imagining pumping it into him. I started shooting my load, my thick cum coating his balls and dripping down the cleft of his ass. I took the dildo out of him and held his legs up; then I got down and started eating my load off of his balls. I lapped up the cum that had dripped down under his balls into the cleft of his ass, and ran my tongue along the rim of his hole. Everything was plenty clean by the time I stood up to catch my breath.
Scott lifted his hand up to his face, put his finger out and touched the cum that had landed on his goatee. He swabbed it off, looked at it on his finger for a second and then licked it off.
“Tastes really good, man,” he said. I agreed, laughing. He slid his finger into his mouth, sucking the rest of it off, then put his arm down at his side. “I had no idea.”
Eventually Scott stood up and pushed the coffee table back into place.
“Now,” he said, “time for that shower.”
We spent the rest of the night finishing off the six pack, me in my boxer shirts and he in his basketball shorts. All the tension earlier in the day had floated away, and was just a memory. By the time we were on our last beer, we were both about as buzzed and loose as we could possibly be.
“So Nate,” he asked me, “we pretty much know where I stand. Now what do you make of your own sexuality?”
It was the question that was inevitably going to be asked, and in a way I was glad it had finally been said. But where to even start? I was probably just as confused as he was.
“Well,” I said, taking a deep breath, “let me tell you a story…”