Mutual Seduction

I was counting down to the end of my shift, ready to get off work and go to my friend Bryce's house. We worked together at the local Lowes Hardware. I was 25 years old, openly gay (just not at work) and had a bit of a crush on him. My name is Eric. Im a little guy, just 5'5 130 lbs. I have short brown hair, hazel-green eyes and tanned skin that had a pink tinge to my cheeks. I have a decent body, though I'm not as toned as I used to be in my younger years. People still tell me I look like a college kid all the time though.

Bryce is 5'10, around 175 pounds and 21 years old. He has curly jet black hair that he kept short, light blue eyes and fair but not pale skin. He kept a 5 o clock shadow and had a great body.

Bryce was a total ladies man, he literally got hit on daily by soccer moms that would come in to buy whatever for their homes. He would tell us stories about whatever girl he was hooking up with at the time and, according to him, they were all satisfied participants in the dirty sex he enjoyed having. He didn't necessarily do it to brag as much as to entertain us when business got slow.

It was obvious our manager and some of the married gentlemen lived vicariously through his stories. But me? I lived vicariously through the various women he hooked up with. He was one of those guys that started having sex super young and got a reputation in high school for being the hottest guy in school.

To be honest, I thought he was a douchebag at first. And I'm sure he sounds like it through what I've said about him so far. But in all actuality, he was a good guy. He was always straightforward with the girls he entangled himself with, wasn't the kind to lead someone on and he wasn't a one night stand kind of guy unless the girl was. He was a bit of a mama's boy, but only in a sweet, do anything for her kind of way.

We started getting closer the more we interacted with eachother and eventually I decided I'd trust him with my secret. I was openly gay outside of work but I never came out at work, for fear of workplace discrimination. We'd both gotten off at the same time a couple weeks before and walked out together. When we got to my car, I decided to go ahead and rip the bandaid off.

"Man, I'm gonna trust you with something and if you don't like it that's fine but please keep it to yourself."

"Okay? What's up, you gay or something?" Bryce said with a smirk.

"Uh, yeah...actually I am" I said, a little defensively.

"Oh dude, I didn't mean anything by that! I kind of got the vibe from you but I didn't wanna say something and risk you like being offended or whatever! I'm totally cool with it, I've got gay relatives" he explained.

"Ah yes, the old "I can't be racist because I have black friends" logic, very nice" I said, chuckling.

"Well, I have black family too but I guess I'll keep that to myself" He said, laughing.

We ended up standing by my car for 30 minutes just chatting until he was like "Dude you busy? You wanna just go get a beer or something? We've been standing here forever!"

Of course, I told him yes and we went to a bar and grill. We had dinner and a couple drinks and ended up talking for a couple of hours. He seemed to be very curious about my being gay. That's not unusual, most non-homophobic straight guys tend to find it interesting. How did you know? Ever had a boyfriend? When did you first have sex? They tend to treat you like one of the guys, discussing things like they would talk about them with other straight guys.

"You don't act gay, the only reason I thought so is because you don't seem to get much of a kick out of my stories as the other guys."

"Act gay? Sorry, I need to go back to the university of faggotry and re-learn some things I guess" I teased him, every straight guy said something to the affect "youre not gay enough" to me so I wasnt bothered really. They don't mean anything by it but they also don't understand that it's a little insulting. "And I do enjoy your stories, I'm just not a 40 year old pervert that only has sex with his wife twice a year."

Bryce howled with laughter. He really was so easy to get along with. We ended up parting ways that night and that was when I really started to develop a little crush on him. We hadn't hung out again since, but he texted me to ask if I wanted to come over to his apartment, drink some and play some games. I told him yeah and so we had plans for that night. We both would be off work the next day so the idea was we didn't have to worry about hangovers. Besides, I didn't really drink alot. We both smoked alot of weed though. I really hoped maybe somehow we'd hook up but I didn't really expect it so I wasn't thinking about it much.

I got off work at 7pm, changed into the clothes I'd brought with me so I didn't have to drive all the way home and put his address into Google maps.

When I got to his door, I could smell the weed already. He opened the door, already a little toasted.

"Wazzuuuup" He greeted me.

We sat down on his couch, played some NBA 2K, smoked a couple blunts and drank a couple beers while talking shit about the lazier coworkers and Karen's that came into our store. Eventually, the conversation turned to one of the milfs who'd given him her phone number at work.

"Shes so hot but the lay was meh. She was kind of vanilla, I like it a little more wild than missionary...and she struggled to take my dick to be honest." Bryce told me non-chalantly. Even though he told stories all the time, he'd never mentioned anything about that.

"Oh big man huh? That was the most non-chalant brag I've ever heard."

"I mean, I'm not THAT big but apparently, most girls say it's the biggest they've ever been with. Normally, they take it pretty well but some of the real petite girls really struggle" Said Bryce.

"And no girl has ever let me try anal." He added like an afterthought. My curiosity piqued.

"Well, that's unfortunate...I've only ever had anal sex so I can't relate." We both laughed.

"Ima spark this" Bryce told me, referring to a blunt he had rolled and set aside. After he hit it a few times and passed it to me, he spoke again.

"Wait, so you're a top?"

My eyebrow raised and he explained quickly that one of his cousins has talked about it to him.

"Oh, yeah normally I top. I've only ever bottomed twice, the first time was awful but the second was nice. Most guys always want to bottom though, it's kind of annoying. I'm too damn short to be the top most of the time." It was odd for me to be so open about this kind of thing but Bryce had a way of making you feel at ease and un-judged.

Bryce laughed and a silence kind of fell over us for a minute as we smoked. I was the one to break the silence.

"I feel like I just made things weird" I said, knowing full well he's the one who had directed this conversation. I was just hoping to continue it honestly.

"Nah bro, I don't really get weirded out easily" He said with a smirk.

"I don't know man, I could definitely make things weird." I shot back. The weed gave me a bit of courage to see where this would lead.

"Okay then try me!" He dared me.

I know, it's juvenile but most of the time, first gay experiences for people are. Rarely is a straight or bicurious guy just gonna come out with their true intentions. Its "too gay", ironically enough.

Wordlessly, I raised my hand toward him and looked at him. He looked at me as if to say "yeah, okay so what?" I placed my hand on his knee and continued looking at him.

"You're gonna have to try better than that" He sneered.

I had an erection growing quickly in my pants as I slid my hand up til it was on his inner thigh, like playing that middle school game "Are you scared". He kept looking at me with a coy smile, but didn't say anything. So I slid my hand up til I could just slightly feel his junk on the side of my pointer finger. And I sat there, silently.

After a few seconds of looking at eachother, Bryce said "well, I guess I win", shrugging.

That's what I was waiting for, and at that point I placed my hand over his crotch and gripped it lightly for a splitsecond before pulling away. Bryce started laughing and so did I. I noticed it definitely wasn't small but I didn't really feel it enough to know. I just knew it was pretty fat.

"Yeah, I guess you do" I told him.

"I always win, haven't you noticed that yet?" He taunted.

"Aren't you cocky? Don't worry, we'll find another game and I'll humble you. We've been playing games you're good at."

"Okay then, what games are you good at?"

"Dick games." I said with a snort and we both busted out laughing again.

"Okay then...I bet you can't get me hard" He told me. All of the sudden I felt my heart beating in my throat. This shit is really happening isn't it?

"You're on" I managed to get out.

"But the rule is you can only use your hands and it has to be through my shorts."

"Oh, that's not fair! That's too easy for you!" I complained.

"Well, if you can't do it then I guess we will have to try it a different way. But we're doing it this way first!" He told me, and I couldn't help but hear a bit of an authoritative tone in his voice.

Bryce stood up and stood in front of me, towering over me with his dick level to my face and placed his hands together behind his back. I started by rubbing my hand on his crotch over the fabric of his khaki shorts. I was focused on my task but I could feel him looking down at me. As I rubbed down on it, I could tell it was easily bigger than mine. My dick was barely 3 inches soft and it grew to 6 inches hard. By the initial feeling, his soft dick was almost double my 3 inches. I grabbed it for the first time and lightly squeezed. I was almost mesmerized at this point, all thought of this being a game out the window. But then again, was it ever really just a game to me?

I started rubbing it gently and then a little rougher. It wouldn't budge. My cock, on the other hand, was throbbing in my jeans.

"I guess when you've had a lot of sex, you have a little more control" I said looking up at him. His mouth was slightly ajar and when I said that, he smiled.

"Yeah, it's an acquired skill. I'd say I've won, wanna try it a different way?" He said, reading my mind.

"Yeah what are you thinking?" I asked.

He undid the button of his shorts and unzipped, dropping them around his ankles, stepping out of them and placed his hands once again behind his back. He looked at me expectantly and I happily obliged. I could see his dickprint clearly for the first time and, yeah, this kid had a hog on him for sure.

I ran my fingers down the outline of his penis, before gripping only his cockhead and rubbing it with my fingers and palm. I heard him let out a barely audible gasp and looked up. His mouth was slightly ajar again but he smiled down at me when I looked up at him. He grew a little bit but was still soft.

"Gonna take more than that Eric" He said cockily and I felt a rush when I heard him say my name. It was unusual compared to my previous hookups with straight boys. They wanted to pretend I was a ghost they couldn't see.

I continued playing with him and he got only semi-erect. I saw his print grow and really press against his tight underwear. His underwear fit just fine around his waist but his cock was just too big, even in its semi-flaccid state. Every feature of it was clearly visible.

"Here" He said and he turned around for a second. I saw him messing with his crotch until he turned around once again with his hands behind his back. He'd pulled his entire cock out of the top of his underwear but tucked the front of his shirt into his underwear so that his cock was still covered and laying flat sideways against his abs. His underwear helped prop it up and in this position, his dick was thrown into full relief. 7 inches semi-erect and about as fat as a disposable water bottle. The sight was achingly hot.

When I touched it again and started to rub my hand over it as if I was masturbating him, his breathing got louder. Pretty quickly he got fully hard but at this point, neither of us were mentioning the game we'd made up as an excuse for this erotic scene. In this position, I could tell for the first time that he was uncircumcised. I really started rubbing it with both hands, unconcerned of it falling out of his shirt. But it didn't, it stayed put. Looking at the outline of his cock as I stroked it through his shirt was so intoxicating. I looked up to see Bryce biting his bottom lip, he was so sexy. He didn't even bother to mask his pleasure with a sly smile this time.

Finally, I just slowly began to pull on his dick as I stroked it attempting to get his cock to flop out of it. When it did, it was like watching a doorstopper wobble slowly up and down. Or maybe one of those pop-up clown toys. It had a thick, bulging vein running from the side of his cock up the length to the top of it. He was rock hard and his foreskin looked like it was too tight for his considerable size and his cockhead just barely stuck out of its hood, his piss slit the only visible part. 8.5 inches long, it really was like a water bottle in size.

I slowly pulled his foreskin back as I stroked him again. I took my hand off and put it back to the end of his cock to finish unwrapping my prize for finally winning a game with him. When his cockhead fully poked out of his foreskin, a thick, bubbly bead of pre-cum oozed out but didn't run or drip. It was like a shiny bubble waiting to be popped...or licked.

"Uhhnf" Bryce shuddered.

I looked up at him and we made eye contact. Bryce was looking different than he had all night, almost with a crazed lustful expression. I stuck my tongue out towards his cock, as if to ask for his permission. Bryce said nothing, but for the first time, he brought his hands from behind his back and put one on the back of my head pulling me forward.

Looking up at him, I licked the bead of cum and got a taste of his juice. It was thick, salty but a little sweet too. I twirled his cockhead with my tongue and he let out his breath loudly. After licking his shaft a good bit, he reached down and grabbed his cock from me before smacking me in the forehead with it a couple times. Sounds goofy but it was strangely erotic. His dick was heavy and hard and wet, so it made a loud clicking "fwap" sound each time.

He then gripped the hair on the back of my head tight but not painfully and guided his meat missile into my mouth with his other hand. I took maybe half his cock into my mouth before I pulled back. I kept repeating that process until I fit his entire dick in my mouth.

"Shiiiit...you're the first person to ever get it all in your mouth like that" He said, as he started thrusting in and out of my mouth. My mouth made retching noises each time he rammed the head of his cock into my throat.

"Yeah, you like that cock don't you?" He said, surprising me. I'd never been with a guy that liked to talk, especially not a supposedly straight one.

"Mmhmm" was all I could get out considering I had 8.5 thick inches of meat gliding in and out of my mouth. He then started to pull his dick completely out before ramming it balls deep back in my mouth. Eventually, my throat and jaw started to hurt but thankfully, he pulled away from me and sat back down on the couch next to me catching his breath.

"Fuck dude, you suck a mean dick" Bryce told me.

"Thanks, you've got a huge cock....did you cum?"

"Nah, it's impossible for me to cum from a blowjob. I might have been able to with you but I could tell your mouth was getting sore. You weren't holding it as wide open, your teeth were starting to catch me" He said.

"I'm sorry, it's alot to take" I mumbled apologetically.

"You're good man, I always get teeth. Best blowjob I've ever gotten so take that for what it's worth."

"Did you wanna cum?" I asked him. He chuckled.

"What kind of question is that? Of course, my balls feel like they are about to explode."

"Well, you want me to jerk you off again?" I asked him.

"I mean, yeah. If you don't wanna try anything else I mean."

"What, you wanna try fucking me?"

"Only if you want to but I totally understand if not. Having a decent sized dick is kind of a blessing and a curse."

"Decent? The thing is a one eyed monster!" We both laughed. "But yeah, I'm down."

"Cool! But you know it's probably gonna hurt...are you sure you can handle it?" He asked me seductively.

"No...but I'm damn sure willing to try" I said and we both giggled again.

"Okay, I actually feel better this way...at least you can get off too" He said.

"How do you know I'll cum?" I asked him, acting as if I thought he was delusional.

"All my ladies cum" He laughed. "Oh and you've been rock hard since before you even touched my dick...I know you gotta be about to bust too."

"Looking at my dick too, were you?" I teased.

"Actually, it was looking up at me, thank you very much...but I mean, of course I was a little curious. It's kind of cool how there's such an obvious way to tell if a guy is turned on by you" he said, looking deep in thought.

He put his monster cock back in his underwear and pulled his shirt off.

"Let's go to my room" he said somewhat bossily.

I stood up and waited for him to walk in front of me but he grabbed my waist and started directing me in front of him. I started chuckling as he led me to his room. Once we got into his room and to his bed, he put one arm around my stomach and pushed the top of my back, making me lean forward before pressing his semi-erect cock into my ass. I let out a quiet groan, unable to keep it from escaping my mouth.

With his free-hand on my back, he grabbed the back of my waist band and pulled both my underwear and pants down below my ass and forced me down to the bed on my stomach. I was so turned on by his aggression, the control he was exerting over me. His confidence and experience was really showing.

He started powerfully grinding against my asscrack and I felt his dick completely harden again. He put a forearm under my throat almost like a headlock from behind and laid down on top of me, still thrusting against me.

Finally, he pulled his under wear off, shimmying them down to his knees and wiggling his naked cock against my bare ass for the first time. The warmth felt amazing and his size against my ass felt shocking. I have a nice bubble butt but I wouldn't say it's huge. I am a small guy remember. I groaned a little.

"You like that dick on your ass?" Bryce asked me softly but clearly not rhetorically. I was expected to answer.

"Fuck yeahh" I grunted.

"This is exactly what you came for, isn't it?"

"Goddd yes."

"You're lucky I let you play with my cock. What do you say? What do you say when someone shares something they don't have to?" He asked me tauntingly.

"Thank you Bryyyce" I said sluttily. And I meant it.

"For what exactly?" He asked me.

"Thank you for sharing you big dick with meee."

"Normally, I'd have made you beg for it first" He said into my ear. I decided I could still beg if that's what he wanted.

"Then fuck me Bryce, please. I want you inside me so bad." I said as I thrusted myself up into his dick, meeting his slow rhythmic thrust. There was something intensely pleasurable about the feeling of his fat dick in between my ass cheeks like an oversized hotdog in a bun that wasn't nearly big enough. I moaned again.

As Bryce responded, he lifted up off of me. "Take your clothes off and get on your knees." I obeyed him as he went to his bedside table and pulled a bottle of lube out.

When he got back behind me, he slapped the both of my asscheeks hard with his fat cock and then laid it on my lower back with his balls pressing into my ass.

"God, you're so big" I couldn't help but say.

"I know...it's gonna be so deep into your back, you're so tiny" He said with the sound of glee in his voice. "I've never fucked someone's ass before" he reiterated.