I ain't gay 8 – Darren
Authors note: Sorry about the long wait. Unfortunately, due to life I've not had much time to do any writing these days. However, I still want to finish up this story, so hopefully you'll enjoy this new part and the next one won't take so long to be released! Thank you.
The name's Darren and I'm gay. I bet that's not what you thought someone like me would say. Skinhead haircut; wears trakkies, hangs with the bad crowd, living on the wrong side of town. Some would call me a chav and expect me to be hyper-masculine and homophobic.
Well, I didn't choose to be gay and I definitely didn't choose to live in this part of town or hang with this group of drunks and druggies. But, unlike most who live in these parts, I didn't always live here. We used to live in a nice area, with a nice house and a nice car and I went to a nice school. That all changed when my mum died.
It doesn't matter how she died, what does matter is it destroyed my dad. Lost his job, the house, and the car. Thankfully, my grandparents were around to look after me and my little brother.
Dad managed to get himself back on his feet, somewhat. However, we could no longer afford the nice things in life and moved out to the estate and onto the wrong side of the tracks.
I also lost the nice school, having to move to one closer to 'home'. The school was much different from the one I was used to, thankfully, I've come to realise I'm a very adaptable person.
They say when you're new to a rough area, the thing you need to do is find the biggest guy there and punch him in the face. Well, I found the biggest guy in school and made him laugh. From that moment on I was welcomed into the group and loved by all.
Which is good, because once I realised I was gay it meant I didn't have to try and hide it by getting girlfriends or copping off with them. I'd garnered enough goodwill that none of them bothered me or asked any hard questions about why I wasn't getting with anyone.
That's a relief because if they knew about me being gay they'd beat the shit out of me. I'm lucky enough to be quite tall at 5'11 and have decent natural muscles. Decent enough so people wouldn't instantly think to start on me as an easy mark, but not nearly enough to fight off 8 others drugged up to the eyeballs and drunk out of their minds.
As well as my sexuality, I've also been hiding my intelligence from them. Got good GCSEs, went to the sixth form at a different school and I've now got accepted into university. Come next September I'll be gone.
Though, there is one thing that gives me pause for concern. There's one amongst the group that isn't an asshole. I don't know how Dean got involved with them. Sure he lives on the estate, but that doesn't instantly give you membership to the group. He was already a part of them when I joined their school. Well, I say 'a part'; he very much stands on the outside. Smaller than everyone, a little scrawny, shy, and I'm pretty sure he's gay.
Despite being, kind of, a part of the group, they still bully him. Not nearly as bad as they do with outsiders, but enough for me to have to step in to protect him every now and again. I'd like to have done more, however, I didn't need their insults and punches aimed at me and I definitely didn't need to be put under any scrutiny after I realised I was gay. The moment I lose the goodwill of the group is the moment I'm laying in the hospital. No, I've done what I could over the years, but it worries me what he'll do when I'm gone.
I don't only worry about his safety, but I also worry that he'll forever be in the closet. As I said, I'm pretty sure he's gay. Sure, he's copped off with a few girls and even claims to have had sex while on holiday, but he only gets with girls when the others force him and that story is complete bullshit. He's way too shy to be approaching a stranger for sex.
I guess that's why when I saw him playing tongue twister with Ellie I felt the need to intervene. Well, that and she's known to be a frequent patient at the sexual health clinic. Rumour has it she's on a first-name basis with all the staff. I couldn't have him putting his innocent hands in that cesspool.
I thought he'd be grateful when he returned from the toilet to find Scott taking the bullet for him, but to my surprise, he seemed genuinely upset. He left soon after and I kind of felt bad. Sure, it was for his own good, but the look on his little face hurt my heart.
I tried to ring him to see if he was okay. Left a few voicemails. And messages. I was quite drunk, okay? Thankfully, I managed to catch him on the way home from the pub, where I ... think I apologised? Still drunk.
Which is why I went to see him the next day.
Thankfully, Darren doesn't get hangovers. As long as I keep to one type of alcohol and down a pint of water with two ibuprofen before bed, I'm fine the next day.
What I saw when I walked into his room left me shocked and stiff.
Little Dean, laying on the bed furiously wanking his cock with what looked like a thong on his face. For a moment I thought maybe I was wrong about Dean. Maybe he wasn't gay and he'd managed to get with a girl after leaving the pub last night and got her thong.
That all changed when - in his rush to cover up - he dropped his phone. On the screen was a picture of someone's pushed-out ass, and underneath that ass? A set of balls. He's madly wanking over a dude with a pair of his thong on his face? This is my type of guy!
Not Dean. Sure, he's cute, but I'm more into effeminate guys that are on the submissive side. Besides, Dean's a hardcore closet case and while I really like the guy, I ain't got the patience for being with someone who isn't out. I know; pretty hypocritical of me, but I wouldn't say I'm totally in the closet. The moment I'm out of this place I'll be open about my sexuality.
I thought about confronting him about it but decided against it. Instead, I pretended I thought they were from a girl and got him to tell me his story. In fairness, he did pretty well at making up a story on the fly, however, I feel he was just describing what he did with this guy. Just leaving out the cock and balls.
The sight of Dean wanking his cock, the very graphic pic of his boyfriend, and the recounting of his sexcapade had me throbbing in my trakkies. So, I decided to see how far in the closet the little guy really is. Apparently, not as far as I thought. I thought he'd do the whole hyper-macho act of pretending the sight of a cock was the single worst thing in the world, recoiling in disgust and fear. However, he was surprisingly down to jerk it with a bud.
I suppose, over the years I've been the only one to be actually nice to the guy and that garners some trust.
To break any tension, I took him to McDonald's after we'd finished. A nice greasy burger is perfect after a night of drinking.
Afterward - while laying on my bed, listening to music - I couldn't keep my mind from going back to the picture on Dean's phone. It slightly annoys me that Dean was getting some action, while I've been on a three-week dry spell.
Having to hide my sexuality and not being able to host means I've got limited options, and time, for hooking up.
Plus, to avoid being found out, I've got a couple of rules: 1. I only meet at night. Not only does that mean I'm less likely to be caught by any of the gang, but it also means if my dad or brother asks where I'm going I can just say to the pub. 2. I don't meet anyone close. The further the better. This means whoever I meet is less likely to know anyone I know. Also, it isn't one of the gang catfishing to lure gay men to be beaten. 3. Never go on Grindr when my brother's around. I don't need him getting curious and sneaking a peak while I'm not paying attention. 4. I travel, not host. Obviously.
However, with the thought of Dean's "girlfriend", my cock is hard and throbbing in my trakkies.
Looking over to the other bed; my brother and his friend are playing GTA. It's also early in the afternoon, so taking my phone out, and loading up Grindr to find someone to fuck would not be a good idea.
I consider just going to the bathroom and having a quick wank, but I know that's not what I want. It'll take the edge off, but it won't satisfy me and I will just be horny again in an hour, in the same place I am now. Plus, little Dean getting some action has me a little jealous. How's a desperate closet case like him getting blow jobs and I'm left throbbing on my bed alone?
The horniness is making me aggressive now. I'm actually kind of angry that Dean got lucky last night. I know it's irrational and silly, but that's what having a dick's all about. Making irrational and silly decisions to satisfy its needs.
Silently cursing Dean and his hot bitch, I get my phone and load up Grindr, making sure my brother and his friend are still occupied by the PS4.
The profile 50 meters away is back. I noticed it the other evening and instantly logged off. I was worried it was someone on the estate trying to find gays to bash. However, now I'm pretty sure it's Dean. I think about giving him a message, seeing if he'll reveal himself, but he's probably talking to the guy from the pic. I should probably leave him alone.
The next closest profile is 400 meters away. I've not noticed "George" before, so he's probably new to the area. Thinking about it he's probably in the Uni halls on the other side of the field. That means he's probably from a rich background.
Unfortunately, the pic doesn't show his face, cutting off just above his lips. Though, the finger pressed against the lower lip in a sassy pose tells me a lot. The fact he's so close gives me pause. However, if I'm right about this guy then he'll be perfect to take my frustrations out on.
I send him a simple "hey" and lock my phone. It's best I don't spend too long on it, just in case my brother's attention turns to me.
It doesn't take long for my phone to light up with a notification.
`Hey, you got a pic of yourself?'
It annoys me when people ask for pics when they don't have one of their own, or like with George, it doesn't have their entire face.
`You first.'
If I'm right about this guy, he'll respond well to a bit of strong-arming.
The pic comes up almost straight away. A full version of his profile. Why doesn't he just put the full version on his profile? I mean, it didn't exactly take much persuasion for him to send me it anyways.
He's got blond hair, swept to the right. A long oval face, with puffy pink lips and a bit of a long nose. He's cute enough to have my dick throbbing at the thought of parting those lips.
I sent a shirtless pic that shows my face back.
`You're hot!'
I know, but it's always nice to hear others say it.
`Thanks. When can my dick part those hot pink lips?'
Some people spend ages on Grindr, swapping pics, and talking about everything they want to do before meeting. Personally, I prefer to meet rather than talk about meeting. If you like the look of each other, what's the point in delaying it for several hours?
`I'm free now if you just want my lips. I'll need to get ready if you want more ;)'
He's offering me his ass. Nice!
`I like it when a guy offers up his ass to me.'
While I'm pretty sure he's offering his ass and by `get ready' he means douche, but it's always good to make sure.
`Yes, I'll be your good little slut, sir ;).'
Fuck, I was right about him! A nice, submissive gay boy.
`Nice. Let me know when you're ready for me to come over, slut.'
It's taking every ounce of self-control not to reach into my trakkies and wank my cock right now.
`Yes, sir. Won't be long!'
I lock my phone and try to calm my dick down. I'm going to have to walk past my brother and his friend soon, and I don't need them seeing me tenting.
`I'm ready, sir.'
It took him about 10 minutes.
`Good. Be ready at the door, naked and on your knees.'
I've spent those 10 minutes thinking about how I want him to be when I arrive. This means I'm still rock-hard.
`Yes, sir. The door's unlocked.'
He also sends me his address and which floor to go to. He'll just need to buzz me into the building.
I put my erect cock between the waistband of my boxers and trakkies. Standing up and putting my trainers on and track suit jacket.
"I'm going out for a bit. Don't burn anything down." I wait until I'm walking out the door, my back turned to them, before letting them know I'm going out. "Okay." Is Chris's only response as I get my keys and walk out the front door.
Walking through the quad of the estate with an erection, I realise how many of my rules I'm breaking. On Grindr with my brother and his friend in the room, meeting someone just across the field and during sunlight hours. I'm too horny to care though. Most of the gang will still be in bed, hungover, so I doubt anyone will see me.
Making it safely and unseen to the apartment complex, I push the button for number 127.
"Hello?" The slight robotic voice is effeminate with a slight poshness to it. Perfect. "I'm here to service you, slut." I drop my voice a little deeper, putting a bit of aggression on it.
There's no more conversation as the door buzzes beside me, allowing me entry.
The lobby is nicely furnished and the lift doesn't stink of piss. Despite being only 400 meters away, this place is worlds apart from where I've come from.
Finding the correct door, I don't knock, just walk straight in.
As instructed, he's on his knees, naked.
He gives me an uncertain smile as I give him a quick once over. Thankfully he looks just like his picture. He's got a slim body that has a soft look to it. No muscle definition. For the most part, he's hairless; short, messy pubes adorning his slowly inflating cock and sparse, dark hair over his thighs that his hands are nervously gripping. He's also very pale.
I close the gap between us, fishing my hard, 7-inch cock out of my trakkies. My hand comes out slightly damp from the precum I've been dribbling into my boxers. Man, do I need this!
Without saying anything, I place the wet head on his lips. He looks up at me, uncertainty still in his eyes, before slowly opening his mouth.
I take the invitation and slide myself in. He takes about half before he starts to gag.
It's obvious that all the talk about being a slut is just fantasy. From the expensive pad to the slight poshness in his voice, he's obviously from a rich background. Probably spent his life being pampered and sheltered. Probably thinks being a slut for an underprivileged chav is all just a fun game. However, the uncertainty shows he's never actually done this before. All just a fun fantasy in his head. Well, let's show him the reality!
Placing my hands on either side of his head, I grab two fists of his hair and start to fuck his face.
I can't help but close my eyes and give out a long, loud moan as the wet, squelching, gagging on my cock feels fantastic!
While he might not be experienced in being a slut, he's definitely sucked dick before. Despite the gagging and slight struggle, he hasn't scrapped my dick with his teeth.
My trakkies and boxers fall around my ankles as he grabs hold of my thighs. He's not trying to push me off, just digging his nails into the hard flesh. Trying to ignore his natural defences.
With the long dry spell and how horned up I'd become thinking about Dean's bitch, I'm already getting the tell-tale signs of being close to cumming. Getting the chance to be truly dominant is also turning me on like you wouldn't believe!
Pulling out of his mouth, I'm a bit conflicted. On the one hand, getting my nut and getting out is exactly what I need to do. But, on the other hand, it's hard to find someone so willing and submissive with their own place. There's a part of me that wants to see how far I can push him.
Pulling him up by his armpits, I turn him to the right and push him up against the wall. It's at this point I notice a possibility of why he's looked so uncertain; I never closed the door after I came in. This whole time, anyone could have walked past and seen us.
This does nothing to calm my dick down as it throbs in the open air.
"Lube?" I request with the first word I've spoken to him face to face. "Uhhh." He slightly turns to me with a panicked look. It's obvious he hasn't thought about lube. More evidence of how inexperienced he actually is.
Shrugging, I take a wad of spit on my right index finger and roughly shove it into his hole. I suppress a moan as I feel the silky heat of his insides.
He's unable to suppress his yip of pain as my finger barges through his ring. The muscle spasms around my finger as he quietly moans against the wall.
I can't wait anymore.
Taking my finger out, I hock a large wad of spit onto the head of my cock and line it up with his hole. For a moment I think about using a condom. Unlike him, I have come prepared, however, I make the decision not to get it. Stupid, I know, but I'll be good next time, I promise!
Spreading his cheek with my left hand, I'm able to just open his hole a little. Taking the opportunity, I force his ring over the head of my cock.
Maybe due to the speed in which I've done it, or maybe he really is a horny little slut, but half of my cock is buried inside with one, hard thrust.
He makes a choking, squealing sound as I give him a moment to get used to the new intruder. Despite the verbal sounds of struggle, he hasn't moved. Just kept his hands against the wall. Evidence that he is more of a slut than I've been giving him credit for?
Slowly, I slide the rest of the length of my cock into the moist hole. Every millimeter of it gets a luxurious massage by his insides.
Hitting rock bottom, my entire cock and balls are tingling. I'm not going to be inside for a long time, but man is it going to be a good time!
Taking hold of his soft waist, I withdraw my cock slowly. My toes curl in my trainers as the sensations threaten to overtake me.
If I slowly fuck him, I'm going to cum before I can get the full length of my cock back in. If I fuck him hard, however, I'll get a good few strokes in before unloading.
Digging my nails into his velvety skin, I shove the full length of my dick back inside.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" He yells loudly, in surprise and I'm sure in a bit of pain.
Before he can react, however, I'm already fucking his hole as quickly as I can.
From the moment I started, I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm. Every muscle is currently tensed to try and hold it off, but I know it's a losing battle.
"Grrrrrrrr," I let out a growl between gritted teeth in frustration as the sensations of pleasure begin to overcome me. "Grrrrrrrrryyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!" The growl turns into a scream of pleasure as my entire body is being pricked by tingling electricity.
Riding the waves of pleasure coming from my cock, I continue to fuck as I unload inside of him.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel my energy being released inside George's freshly fucked hole.
I don't know how much I shoot, but there's a loud, wet squelching coming from his hole as I start to slow down my thrusts.
My body twitches uncontrollably as I pull my cock out. The head is now overly sensitive, like rubbing an exposed nerve. My knees buckle slightly as the last of my cock escapes.
There's still cum dribbling out of my cock as I pull up my trakkies and shove it back into my boxers. I feel it continue to throb and jerk as I turn and leave the apartment.
A shuddering after-shock of pleasure goes through me as I move into the cold, outside air.
It was over quickly, however, as my body continued to have post-orgasm tingles all the way home, it was definitely one of the best fucks I've ever had.
Whether it's because it was the first time without a condom or the fact he just let me do whatever without complaint that's giving me the bigger high, I can't say. Though, the thought of him still having my cum inside of him has my cock jerking in my wet boxers.
I really like the thought of him being my cum dump, however, the fear of STIs start to gnaw at my brain.
`My cum still inside you?'
I quickly message him while I'm walking across the field.
Yes sir.' I'm laying on the floor where you left me. I've not even been able to close the door.'
I just about read the message before it's pushed up the screen by a selfie of him, slumped up against the opposite wall with the open door in the background.
My cock throbs again as I'm tempted to go straight back. However, I know that would be silly as I need time to recharge.
Good.' You enjoy being my cum dump?'
I usually don't give a shit if the other guy enjoyed himself. At the end of the day, they're just a couple of holes helping me to get off. However, if there's any chance of him inviting me back then it'll help if he enjoyed himself.
`Oh yeah!'
He sends another pic, this one of just a wall. It takes me a moment to notice the cum dribbling down it.
I didn't take any notice of what he was doing while I was fucking him. Too busy concentrating on my own pleasure. But, it seems he really did enjoy the short, hard fucking!
Bad boy.' Who said you could cum?'
Even though my cock is now half hard again due to making him cum while fucking him, the thought of him being my completely obedient, submissive cum dump is even hotter.
I'm so sorry, sir.' It just felt so good, I couldn't control myself!' `It won't happen again, I promise!'
My cock throbs as I push through the doors to the stairwell. `It won't happen again' implies he wants there to be another time!
`You'll have to punish me, sir.'
My mind is swimming in horny possibilities.
Well, first things first. If you want to be my cum dump you can't be letting other guys fuck your holes.' You'll only be mine. So, give me your number and delete Grindr.'
Controlling, I know. But, he genuinely seems to enjoy the sub-dom dynamic. Plus, I can't be fucking him without a condom if he's also going to be letting other guys fuck him. That's just not a good idea.
I leave him to think on it as I unlock the door to our flat and put my phone away. If Chris is still home, I don't need him seeing what I've been messaging!
"I'm back." There's a flurry of activity as I open the door to our room.
Both Chris and his friend have their shirts off and look very red and flushed.
"Better not have been wrestling on my bed, dickwads." He's only a year and a bit younger than me. You'd think he'd have grown out of wrestling by now.
"Naw, course not, Daz!" I kick my trainers off and lay back on my bed as Chris and his friend go back to the Playstation.
I really need to go shower. I'm sweaty and my dick and boxers are covered in jizz. I'm sure I smell, however, this is a small room shared between an 18 and 17-year-old. It always smells of sweat and cum.
Checking my phone, there's a single message from George; a phone number.
Fuck yeah!