Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 00:57:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: College Jock Hole <rawcollegejockslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Party Guy

This story is adapted from a blog about my encounters as a student at a
large public university in Florida. Please do not repost or modify without
the permission of the author.

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Straight Party Guy
By Rawcollegejockslut

I'm not sure how old he is, but Straightboy is in early 20s... a grad
student who goes to the same school. He's about my height (6'2"), built
like a football player, medium tan, and he has a nice tattoo on his back.
When I say football player I mean thick... not fat, but kind of muscular. I
think you all can get the picture.

I call him Straightboy because he still considers himself straight. When
I'm not around, he's fucking girls. Now that he's had a taste of cock I
don't think he's as happy with pussy as he used to be, but that's his
problem, not mine! Whenever he texts I'm more than happy to make something
happen.

You can probably guess how we had our first time....he was drunk, and I was
eager to get in his pants because I knew he was straight. He didn't let me
do anything the first couple of times I tried, but finally he gave in!

Before getting to that, guys are horny before they're "straight." If a guy
sees a way to get off and doesn't have to worry about anyone else knowing,
he's probably interested. This is especially true when guys are involved
with girls who don't like to give head or only want to have sex once or
twice a week. Guys would much rather be getting some every single day. I
doubt it's just me...

Straightboy was such a guy. We've known each other for a long time (not
going to say why or how, just that we have). I'm not going to talk about
all my failed attempts at getting into his pants, since they didn't work,
and instead I'll skip straight to success.

It was a few hours after midnight on a Saturday or Sunday morning, and both
of us had been drinking a ton, as college boys tend to do. I stopped and
had sobered up, but Straightboy had kept drinking the whole night. He
wasn't trashed, but he was still kind of drunk. Everyone else in his
apartment had either left or was passed out in a bed or on the living room
floor (which happened quite often that year).

We were talking about something just to fill the quiet, since nothing else
was going on. Eventually he looked around the room and noticed that we were
the only ones still there and awake. I was sitting in a chair and he was
sitting on a couch a few feet away.

"So," he started, "what's it like being gay?"

"Pretty good for me," I answered. "Lots of sex with lots of guys whenever I
want it. None of the bullshit that comes with fucking a pussy.."

He looked intrigued, taking a long drink of the Jack and coke he had
sitting in front of him. "Sounds awesome, man. I wish girls would chill the
fuck out about sex and give it up more often."

I saw my chance, letting out a laugh and smiling. "Even if they did, they
aren't as good at giving head. And a guy's ass is a lot tighter than a
girl's pussy. So I guess you'd still be missing out! Guys are just a lot
better when it comes to sex."

A few moments of silence passed before he opened his mouth again. "I've
always thought you were cool because you don't try to act like a
girl. You're a cool guy who just likes sex with other guys."

"Yeah, that's me. We're basically the same aside from who we fuck."

He took another hit of his drink. "Yeah, man. Hey... have you ever imagined
doing anything with me?"

"Yeah, you're a hot guy," I answered honestly without any hesitation. I
knew where this was going.

He seemed surprised that I had said it right away, but he didn't look angry
or unhappy.

"Thanks, I guess. You're so lucky that you like guys, man. Sometimes I wish
I didn't have to put up with all the chick shit."

I saw my chance there, and I was going to take it! "Have you ever tried
doing anything with a guy?"

"No, I'm not gay."

I stood up, his eyes following me off the chair and to the couch, where I
sat down right beside him.

"Do you want to know what it's like?" I asked with a grin.

He looked extremely uncertain, but his cock was growing in his pants. I
knew he wanted it, and I knew I was going to get it.

"You can't tell anyone, man." He looked around, remembering the people who
were sleeping on the floor. "Shit, we should go somewhere else."

I put my hand on his cock, stroking it through his shorts. "They're out
cold. Don't worry, no one's going to see."

I pushed my head toward his, but he tilted away from me. "No kissing,
man. Just suck my dick."

"Sorry," I mumbled, sad that he didn't want to kiss me. I'll never
understand why some guys are Ok with getting sucked or even getting fucked
but not Ok with kissing another guy.

I unzipped his shorts, pulling them down enough to expose his cock, which
was now rock hard. I always imagined he would have a huge cock, but it was
pretty average. About 6.5" long and a little above average
thickness... which looks kind of small on a guy who's 6'2". I'm not a size
queen though, it was plenty for me--I was more than happy to be there.

I pushed my head into his lap, licked along his cock up to the head. I
looked up, seeing that he was staring intently at me, a blank, amazed look
on his face. I took his cock into my mouth, using all the tricks I knew
with my tongue and started to suck softly.

The moans started escaping from him. He put his hands on my head, feeling
it bob up and down on his cock. I sucked harded and took more of his length
into my mouth, swallowing it down to the base. He moaned even louder,
pushing my head down on his cock.

"Shit," he moaned. "This is the best blowjob I've ever had, man."

I pulled off his cock, shooting him a smile before I went back to work,
experimenting with different ways of making him moan. He seemed to really
like the hard sucking, so I switched to only doing that, listening to him
moan as I bobbed up and down sucking on his cock with full force.

I slid my hands up underneath his shirt, feeling his abs and pec as I kept
up my work on his cock. I started pinching his nipples hoping to get him
even more into what we were doing, but he didn't seem to respond. I just
slid around his abs and pecs instead, feeling his body as I sucked.

"Wait," he ordered, grabbing my head with his hands. "I'm going to cum if
you keep going."

"Don't you want to cum?" I asked from his lap.

"Yeah, but not yet."

He looked to my crotch, seeing that my cock was rock hard. Keep in mind how
big it is... it's even more noticable than most hard cocks are.

"Take your shorts off," he ordered.

I moved so that I was sitting beside him again, pulling my shorts down and
lifting my legs so I could slide them completely off. I was wearing a pair
of white Abercrombie briefs (supersoft if you've never felt a pair!), so my
hard cock was even more visible than it had been through my shorts. It was
pulsing, lifting up and down with my heartbeat.

"Take the underwear off too," Straightboy said in a kind of whisper, as if
he couldn't believe he was asking.

I complied instantly, pulling the briefs off and tossing them with my
shorts. My dick was in full view, looking eager for attention.

"You're fucking huge, man!" he gasped with disbelief. "Fucking donkey cock!
Holy shit!"

I just grinned, stroking it with my hand. "Glad you like it."

He gave me a really intense stare, just looking into my face and not saying
anything. Without another word he pushed my hand away and started working
my cock with his, carefully sliding it up and down my shaft. He looked
fascinated, and I could feel his heart beating incredibly fast through his
hand.

"You can try sucking me if you want," I suggested softly. I wasn't sure if
he would or not, but at this rate his mouth was going to be on my cock
pretty soon.

"I need to finish my drink." He pulled his hand off, grabbing his cup and
finishing off his Jack and coke with a few more big gulps. "Ok."

He moved his head to my lap just as I had done to him, and I felt his lips
around my cock. Then I felt his teeth. Ok, now I knew he probably really
hadn't done this before, or if he had it must have been a long time ago.

I pulled his head off and told him how to handle his teeth. I also gave him
a few tips on how to suck well. He learned pretty quickly, and however well
he was doing it always feels amazing to have a straight guy sliding your
cock down his throat. He couldn't fit much of it in his mouth, but I wasn't
complaining... he'd have plenty of future chances to learn, hopefully!

He sucked me for about 5 minutes, experimenting with his mouth and trying
to get moans and groans out of me. He had improved 200% in the 5 minutes,
and now he was sucking pretty well, flicking his tongue against my head and
pushing a couple of more inches in and out of his mouth each stroke.

I grinned when I caught a glimpse of someone sleeping on the floor. I was
so into Straightboy that I had forgotten there were other people there!
Everyone was still sound asleep though, and I didn't care if they woke up
or not. I didn't mind having people witness Straightboy sucking my dick at
all. I won't lead you on--no one woke up, unfortunately.

He pulled his mouth off and came back up, jerking my spit-slick dick in his
hand. "Hey, man..." he trailed off. "I want you to fuck me."

I was certain he had said "I want to fuck you," but no, I had heard him
correctly. "What?" I asked anyway.

"No offense, man. I'm sure your ass is nice, but I've fucked plenty of
pussy and I've had more than one chick let me fuck her in the ass. I've
already done that shit."

It made sense, but I was still surprised. "You sure? It's going to hurt at
first." I wasn't going to lie to him. If this was his first time with
anything more than a finger, I knew my cock was going to tear him up.

"Just fuck me. I want to feel what it's like." Straightboy stood up and
walked to his room, returning with a bottle of lube. It was water and not
silicon so it wasn't going to work too well, but it would be better than
nothing. He handed the bottle to me taking his shirts off, pulling his
shorts all the way off and positioning himself so that his arms were down
on the couch and rest of his body was sticking up.

He didn't bring or ask about a condom, which turned me on even more. Not
only was I going to fuck Straightboy, I was going to do it raw and maybe
even dump my load inside his virgin hole.

I worked a lot of lube into his hole with my fingers, which had him
grunting. I wanted to rim him, but I knew he probably hadn't prepared for
that and I wasn't going to take any chances. After a few minutes of
fingering I lubed up my cock and pressed it against his hole.

"That felt good, man" he called from in front of me.

"Relax and don't think about what we're doing," I instructed. "Push out
with your ass."

I started sliding in, forcing his football jock hole to part open and take
my cock.

"Shit, you're so big. I don't know if I can do this."

I ignored him, sliding a few more inches in. He started to pull away, but I
grabbed his ass and forced it into my cock.

"Holy fucking shit, man. We have to stop!"

I slammed the last couple inches in, and he let out a massive groan.

"Just relax and it'll start feeling good. I'll give you a few minutes to
get used to me inside you."

I held my position, my jock jammed all the way in his hole. I rubbed my
hands around his ass and up his back, trying to get him to relax.

"Ok, it stopped hurting..." Straightboy said with some uncertainty, his
face pushed into the couch cushion.

I slid my cock out a few inches and then back in, taking small strokes to
open his ass up and get him used to my cock. He started to moan with each
one, his ass still gripping my big cock tightly. It felt so good, and it
felt even better when I thought about who I was fucking and how quickly
this had all happened.

I fucked him pretty softly for a few minutes, trying to give him as much
time to adjust to the experience as I could.

"That feels fucking good," he said from the cushion.

I took that as encouragement to take it up a notch, and I picked up my
pace, pulling my cock out further and pushing it in harder. He responded
with louder moans and he seemed to like it. I reached my hand around,
feeling that his cock was rock hard and even dripping precum. He was
definately enjoying himself.

"Let's change positions," I suggested, almost pulling my cock out of him.

"No, man, just this one. Just fuck me and finish up."

I slid the whole length back inside, relishing the groan that came back
from the cushion.

"You want me to cum in your hole?" I was super excited about the prospect.

"Do whatever you want, just fuck me and finish up."

Exactly what I wanted to hear. I picked up my pace to the strongest I
thought he could take, fucking him with full force, pulling my cock all the
way out and shoving the whole length back inside. He moaned the loudest he
had all night, letting out a long, satisfied moan of pleasure with every
stroke.

I couldn't take anymore. I wanted to keep fucking him, but my cock was
ready to explode. I fucked him as hard as I could, my balls slapping
against him with each thrust. I dug my hands into his back and fucked full
force, feeling my orgasm start to build.

"Oh fuck," I groaned. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill your
ass with my hot load!"

"Do it man!" he encouraged, clenching his jock ass against my cock.

That put me over. I slammed into him and felt the cum squirt out of me as
hard as it ever had, coating his insides with shot after shot of hot semen.

I pulled my cock out of him, a trickle of cum running out after it. His
whole was gaping open, his whole body red..

He got on his feet, turning back to sit on the couch where he had just been
plowed.

"Wow. That felt really good, man. That was intense." He looked mesmorized
by what had just happened.

I sat down next to him, but he got up.

"Uh... I'm going to run to the bathroom and go to bed. Thanks."

He walked away right that instant, straight to the bathroom and shutting
the door behind him. I didn't have a chance to say anything else. When he
finished, he walked right back to his room and didn't even look in my
direction.

I thought this might be the only time anything like this would ever happen,
and I imagined that he was probably having regrets about what we just
did. I decided that he probably wouldn't even mention it to me--he would
just act like nothing had happened or say he didn't remember.

I wasn't sure what to think when I passed out on that couch, but I knew
that fucking Straightboy had been damn hot. I didn't even get to see him
cum, but that didn't matter... I was completely satisfied and exhausted
from pounding his ass.

Fortunately, he didn't play any of those stupid games. Later I would
discover that Straightboy had enjoyed his taste of gay sex and wanted more,
which I was more than happy to provide. ;-)