a/n:
In my opinion, if you're looking for something quickly jerk off to, then [like I said, IN MY OPINION] this story may not be for you. Some parts have a lot of talking, and some don't.
Also, the story and characters are 18 and above, and bear no resemblance to any real life people and if any, is just pure coincidence. So ya, enjoy.
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Hi. The name's Kyle. It was crystal clear for me that I liked boys more than girls. And it was my brother Karl who pointed that out for me.
Pretty obvious actually, since the only period in school that I adore is PE, in the shower where all the chiselled abs gather and that's when people figured out that I was gay, which made it surprisingly easy to come out. No one really cared, well... except for this super religious girl who wouldn't stop lecturing me about how one gender was for the opposite gender and stuff, and I said,
"If God really hates us, then why did he bring us into this world?" She was speechless, and walked away as if her whole life was a lie.
Anyways,
My coming out helped me release this itchy fear that rested inside me when I realised I have a thing for boys. And now, happily attached to a boy called Zach.
My love for him was automatic, not because of the looks (although he does look hot) but of his humour which consisted of vines and video games, that I both coincidentally adore. Then the rest was history, the only 'History' that I would take a test for.
The night we met was also the night we got tangled on the bed. His cock was as perfect as the rest of him. It was a challenge to take in 8.5 inches without feeling like your ass is gonna rip. But I took it very well for a virgin.
And I lowered my hopes at that time thinking it was just another a one-night stand. But I knew better to know that I make wrong conclusions from time to time, he stayed.
I thought I wouldn't dare to look for big bulges or abs as long as he's with me. And who knew? That was yet another wrong conclusion...
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It was another night filled with love (aka sex) and we were both sporting very horny boners that our jeans struggle to contain.
He started unbuttoning my shirt and I helped to remove his and my jeans as his lips travelled down my neck, and to my torso, licking my erected nipples like his favourite ice cream. (which is the reason why he doesn't eat it in public, it weirds people out) He sure was taking his time doing it, and I grew impatient.
I reached for his tightening bulge and squeezed every inch of it. His balls hang low in his ballsack and were the size of a ping pong ball. I envied them because in my opinion, tight balls turned me off.
His mouth was already under my belly button, which is a signal for me to start. I'm 100% sure I'm a cocksucker and wouldn't like to be sucked. Because of that it was either: I suck, or 69. But rarely am I the only one to be sucked.
I squeezed his bulge one last time and then I pulled down his boxers. His wonderful cock sprang out. Another thing I loved about him was how you just stare in awe at how impossibly big his cock looks like. It isn't obvious until he get closer. It's like meeting face-to-face with Godzilla.
I did my best to engulf it, and I started to lick from the bottom, and sometimes would go back down to tease him, 'tease him?' I hear you saying. Yes, it's a tease because his favourite part about a blowjob when the slit on the cock head gets licked. And so I finally did.
My tongue went a little into his urethra, for the first time in the night, he escaped a moan. And then another, and another, one more frequent and more louder than the other. His precum rushed to the top where it tasted salty and sweet, he won't last long now.
Zach likes the part where I flick my tongue on his slit, but that was when at the very end. His precum tasted exceptionally good today, so I just had to get more. I flicked more than I usually do, and this made Zach very jumpy during the whole process, and actually tried to pull himself away from me, from which I pinned him down as a response.
His moans were the loudest I ever heard, and it wasn't really that long before it was over. And take this to note, he didn't just cum, he blasted. Much like a can of coke after you shake it. I swallowed as fast as I could, his cum tasted better than the precum, it was mainly sweet with a little hint of saltiness.
He passed out and I jerked off to his abs. My own cum doesn't taste the same as Zach but he so claims that he craves for it. (the reason why we 69 often, I got his cum-he got mines.)
I got in my jockstrap, which I loved wearing them because somehow, I feel extra horny when Zach fucks me from behind and my cock is just trapped into the jockstrap. I guess it's a fetish?
Then I went out for a snack. And I found a lonely Karl drinking a shot of wine.
"Hey dude." He turned to me. "So how's the night going, eh?" He asked with a vile grin.
"Blowed him. Knocked out. I'll say... it's the best this week." I sound like I'm uncertain, but I actually am quite happy. I'm not one to share my sex life with just anyone, even with my brother. Still getting used to telling him since he also tells me about Karen, his girlfriend.
"Meh. Couldn't give her the big O, even when my dick is like, rock hard." I raised a eyebrow to that last part as if to say 'Oh really now?'.
"Ugh. Believe it or not. She said she was the problem herself!"
"Fine, but has this happened multiple times?" I asked with much concern to which he nodded hesitantly.
