I ain't Gay 9
I stop dead in my tracks. Mouth open. Shock and the tingle of adrenaline cause my hand to shake.
This can't be Darren, can it? Darren isn't gay.
But, there's no mistaking that cheeky grin and those sensual blue eyes. His smile says fun, but those eyes are all business.
I can feel myself start to hyperventilate. Have I been discovered? Does Darren know ... think I'm gay? Does he know it's me? No, there's no picture and my profile says nothing that would give me away.
Calming down, I start walking again.
Darren. Gay? How? He's never given off gay vibes before. No one's ever accused him of being gay. Never bullied, or mocked his masculinity. Everyone likes Darren.
Though, thinking about it, he's never had a girlfriend. Despite being good-looking, in shape, and extremely friendly, I've never known him to be with a girl. Or kiss a girl. Or get with a girl. Or even talk about girls.
Yet, somehow, he's been able to avoid any suspicion from the other guys that he might be anything less than straight. How does he do it? I mean, yeah, everyone likes him and he's really charming, but still, never having a girlfriend should have been a big old red flag to the bulls.
They're always getting at me about being single and if I have my eyes on anyone and constantly pushing me to get with different girls. Why I made up the story about losing my virginity. I hoped it would make them stop. It didn't.
I suppose he always has this confidence about him. Like, you never question him. He's Darren. Why would you ever want to be mean to him or think he's anything other than the lad about town? Straight, Masculine. One of the gang.
Closing the app, I hurry back home. I need to think about what to do.
Do I send him a message back? Maybe pretend to be someone else, see if he has any idea that it's me? Or ignore it completely and go on like I never received the message and that I don't know this massive secret.
Back in my room, I try to forget about it. But I can't. I have to know if it's really him and if he's really gay.
Loading the app back up, I look at his profile.
Fit lad, 18 Online 25 minutes ago 0.1 miles Fit chav looking to have some fun with fem guys Height: 5'11" Gender: Male Position: Top Body Type: Trim Relationship Status: Single I'm looking for: Right now
Nothing to give it away that it's Darren. Well, except for calling himself a chav. And he's 18. Though, none of his personality comes through.
It says he was online a while ago. I wonder if he found someone and met with them. Wonder if he's fucking them right now.
Quickly getting the thought out of my head, I go back to the message—this time looking at the other pic he sent; the pic of his naked torso.
Obviously taken in the bathroom, the shower's also reflected in the mirror. It's a pretty simple pic. Just Darren with his shirt off, showing his pecs and abs, with a somewhat sensual grin on his face and a look in his eyes I've never seen him do before.
It's obviously Darren. While I've never actually seen him shirtless, nor does he have any tattoos that would give it away 100%. I know I'm only looking for reasons it isn't him because I'm scared.
What should I do? If I say anything I out myself to Darren as someone using Grindr, but if I don't I won't be able to face him again. Always wondering if he knows or if this has all just been a mistake.
He's always been good to me. Always friendly. Stuck up for me. Talked to me like a normal human being and never made me feel ... worthless. Like the others. I should trust him!
Closing Grindr, I open Whatsapp.
Hey Mate.' You free now?'
I can't just ask him over text. I have to be a man about this and ask him face-to-face. `Yeah mate. Whats up?'
Thankfully, he doesn't take long to reply. Maybe he didn't find someone after all.
Nothing much.' I need to talk to you'
I hesitate before sending the message. It makes it seem so serious, and I guess, in a way, it is.
`Yeah, come round mine. No one's in.'
Sweating from nerves, I tell him I'm on my way and quickly leave. I can't give myself time to back out!
Making the short walk across the quad, I knock on Darren's door.
"Hey man, come on in!" It doesn't take long for Darren to answer. He's wearing a white tank top and loose trakkie bottoms.
I don't say anything as I follow him to his room. Darren flops on his bed as I sit on his brothers. The room's bigger than mine, which it needs to be to fit two people in, however, it's still pretty small. There's also a pretty distinct smell of teenage boys.
"So, what do you need to talk about, Dean?" He gives me a knowing look and smile. Like, he's been expecting this.
Despite being the one to instigate this, I still don't know how to start. Do I ask him if he's gay? Show him the message? Tell him that I'm ... not straight? Maybe. I don't know what I am, so best not to start with that one.
"Darren, can I ask you a question?" I'm just dragging it out now. Giving myself time to think. "Sure buddy, go for it." His eyes are challenging me now. Like he knows what I want to ask and he's daring me to say it. "Do you know what Grindr is?" I go for the least incriminating question. If he says no, I can just say the guys told me it was a great app for meeting girls, but wanted to ask him first. See if it's legit. "Uh hu, I do." A small smile creeps across his face. It's obvious he knows where this is going, why is he making it so painful? "Do you use Grindr?" I'm starting to go from scared to frustrated. "I do. Do you?" Finally, he gives me the answer that I need. Though, I wasn't expecting him to ask me about it. "Uh ... Yeah." Despite Darren pretty much confessing he's gay, it's still hard for me to admit it. There's still a possibility that this is all a con to get me to say I've been sexual with other guys. "I thought it was you!" I jump as Darren suddenly gets up from his bed, now sitting facing me, our knees touching. "So, how come you're using Grindr?" He lifts his right eyebrow at me. "Well, it was an accident-" "An accident? Oh, you just downloaded, made a sign-in and a profile by accident?" Darrent butts in before I can finish. "No! If you'd let me finish!" Darren puts his hands up in mock surrender. "It was an accident because I thought it was a dating app for straight people!" Which is true, so I'm slightly confused as to why Darren instantly starts laughing. "What? I heard it mentioned on an episode of Jeremy Kyle and thought-"
My explanation isn't helping. If anything he's started to laugh harder.
"So. You downloaded it and just thought. Just thought you'd stick around and check out some guys?" Darren manages to get his question out through his continuous laughter. "No. Maybe. Look, just shut up for a second." I couldn't think clearly with his mocking laughter enveloping the room. "Okay. Sorry. Keep going." Darren's laughter turns into suppressed giggles as I take in a deep breath and prepared to continue. "I was disgusted at first. But, then I got curious." I pause again to find the words, to tell the truth without making myself look desperate. "It's just ... I haven't had any luck with the girls-" "So you turned to the guys?" I looked up from my hands to Darren's widely, amused face. "No, but I was curious to see if I was attractive to guys or if I was just ugly." I can feel my cheeks burning as I look back down into my lap. "Mate, if the guys got a look at you they'd tear you to pieces." Darren sounds very certain. "Well, one thing led to another and I kind of got involved with a guy-" "The one whose picture and thong you were wanking with?" I looked up at Darren in shock. Did he actually realise it wasn't a girl, but pretended not to? "Yeah, I noticed. See, girls don't tend to have balls." Darren just gives me a cocky smirk as he waits for me to continue. "Ye, yeah. That's the one." My eyes dart around, unable to look at Darren directly. "Well, since then I've not really been interested in girls." I decide to leave out the part where I had the chance to fuck a girl but ran away. I don't need extra humiliation. "So, you think you might be gay?" Darren moves off his bed and sits next to me, placing his arm around my shoulders. "Well ... I don't know." There's still a big part of me that hopes this is all just loneliness and fear. A part that doesn't want to be gay, that continues to tell me that I ain't gay. "Okay, let's do an experiment." Darren gets up again and gets his phone from his bed.
Standing in front of me, he's focused on doing something on his phone.
"Lay down flat on the bed." I do as I'm told, confused and worried. "And watch this."
Darren thrusts his phone in my face, a video playing on it. It takes me a moment to realise what it is; lesbian porn.
Two young, attractive girls are naked, kissing, fondling, and licking each other.
I stay still, watching the video for 5 minutes before Darren pulls the phone away, turning off the video, but continuing to do something on his phone.
"Now watch this." Darren thrusts his phone back in my face. I roll my eyes as I expect it to be gay porn, however, I'm surprised when it's a youtube video of Peppa Pig clips.
I appear around the phone, giving Darren a 'What the fuck' look. Is he trying to see if I'm attracted to cartoon pigs?
"Just watch!" Darren's voice is very insistent, so I just do as he asks and watch the video.
After a further 5 minutes, Darren once again takes his phone away from my face. Again, I expect him to put on gay porn, however, again he surprises me by throwing the phone on his bed.
I'm about to ask him what this all means, when he suddenly strips off his top, revealing his tight, lightly muscled body to me.
Before I can comprehend what's happening, he swiftly pushes his trousers down, leaving him naked in front of me.
Darren just stands there in front of me, fully naked, in silence, staring at me as my own eyes are wide in surprise. Sure we've wanked off together before, but I really wasn't expecting him to just strip off in front of me.
My eyes end up looking at his cock as it twitches and starts to rise. Apparently, his show of exhibitionism is getting him excited.
He doesn't touch it or even moves as it reaches full hardness, sticking straight out, the head fully out of its foreskin.
For my part, I just lay here, trying to ignore my own hardening cock.
"Well, it isn't exactly scientific, but I think you might be gay." His smug smile returns as he sits on the bed next to my legs. "Why do you say that?" I know what he's been doing and I know what the results are, but for some reason, I want to challenge him. "Because of this." Darren reaches out and puts his hand on the bulge of my boner through my shorts. "This didn't happen while watching lesbian porn, only when I got naked. And I made you watch Peppa Pig so you can't say it was just growing from the lesbians, only reaching full mast when I got naked." He keeps his hand on my bulge as he presents his evidence to me. "Well, it isn't a fair test. You're here and the lesbians aren't!" It's a flimsy rebuttal, but technically true. "Why, what were you thinking of doing to me that you weren't thinking about doing with the girls?" Darren brings his face closer to mine, his eyebrows raised. "Nothing, I just ... liked watching your cock harden." I look away from his intense stare as my blush returns to me. "So, you like cock?" Darren moves so his whole body is over mine, his hands on either side of my face. "Maybe." I refuse to meet his eyes. "More than tits and pussy?" He brings his face even closer to mine. I don't know what to say this time, refusing to say what he wants me to say. "Were you thinking of touching my cock? You only got to see it last time. Maybe thinking about giving it a lick? Thinking about putting it in your mouth?"
I wriggle out from under Darren and get off the bed. My breath comes out in rasps as I try to collect myself.
I look down at Darren as he flops over on his back, laying down on his brother's bed as he laughs to himself, his hands laying on his abs.
He looks hot laying like that, his cock now laying on his stomach, still hard. He's right though. I swallow down my saliva as I look down at that throbbing meat.
"Darren?" Still staring at his cock, I want to ask him the other question that's been on my mind. "Yeah?" He stops laughing and has a more serious look on his face. "If you thought it was me and thought I was gay, did you message me wanting ... something?" A moment of confusion passes over his face before he realises what I'm asking. "Oh. No. You're cute and all, but I prefer more feminine, submissive guys. Naw, I messaged you because I wanted to see if I was correct. Didn't think you'd actually come over though." Darren gets off the bed and starts putting his clothes back on, hiding his beautiful cock inside his sweatpants. "Oh. Okay." I especially took notice of him saying I'm 'cute'. "Sorry if you were expecting something more." He looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "No, I actually didn't even think about that when I messaged you. I suppose I was also curious if you were gay and if you realised you were messaging me." Which is true, though there's a part of me that didn't hate the idea of things going further. Especially after getting to see his hard cock. "That's alright then. Worried things might get awkward then." He gives me a reassuring smile before we say our goodbyes and I leave.
Leaving Darren's, I get out my phone and go to my WhatsApp.
It's obvious what I felt with Darren, however, I still need someone to talk with. To try and work out these feelings I think I'm having.
There's just one other person I could talk about this with; Jared.
'Hey Jared. Can I come round? I need to talk to you about something.'
Sending the message, my body is flooded with adrenaline. Worried about what Jared will say, worried he'll reject me. Worried he'll invite me over. Worried about what I'm going to say.
Before I get out of Darren's apartment building, I get a reply from Jared.
'Sure, you want to come around now?' I smile as I read the message. 'Yeah, if that's alright?' I start walking towards Jared's. 'Of course, see you soon.'
It doesn't take me long before I'm knocking on Jared's door.
Jared answers, dressed in a slightly too-large woolen jumper and a pair of pajama bottoms, his feet bare.
"Hey, Dean. Come on in. My housemate's in, so we best go up to my room." I can't help but feel myself become calm in Jared's presence. My worries melting away.
I follow him up the stairs, unfortunately, his jumper's hiding his butt.
Getting to his room, we both sit down on his bed next to each other, Jared checks his phone before facing me.
"So, what's up, Dean?" My heart melts at his smile. "Well, I just wanted to talk to you about what happened with ... your friend." I'm ashamed to admit I don't remember her name. "It's okay, I understand. You just weren't ready, is all." He gives me a reassuring smile. "No, it's more than that ..." I trail off, not quite sure how to say what I want to. "Oh?" Jared looks at me with concern in his eyes. "It's just ... I couldn't ... I didn't want ..." I take a deep breath, "I think I might ... I don't think I'm straight." I look into Jared's eyes. Hoping to see compassion and warmth.
However, I'm surprised at Jared's blank expression.
"Oh." His expression changes. His eyes look away from me as he looks down at his phone. "I mean, that's great, Dean." He looks back up at me. His mouth all smiles, but his eyes look ... disappointed. "I'm really happy that you've been able to discover this part of yourself."
He just smiles at me. Is he expecting me to say something else? But, I thought this would be the part where he .. and we ...
"Well, I thought ... because I'm not ... we could ... maybe ... continue?" I know what I want to say, but there's still a part of me that's having trouble saying it. I was hoping Jared would say it, so I don't have to.
Usually, I don't have trouble talking to Jared, but this feels different from all the other times.
"Oh. Oh God, I might have given you the wrong idea. It wasn't about your sexuality that we couldn't be together, Dean. I'm just not looking for a relationship or anything serious at the moment."
I could feel my heart sinking as Jared talked. He keeps going, saying something about uni, not living here, and long-distance relationships, but I stopped listening to him. I just want to leave now, with what little dignity I have left.
I refuse to look at him as he leads me to the door and says goodbye. I give him a small smile and a weak `bye'.
Holding back my tears, I go home cursing Jared. Cursing myself.
How could I have been so dumb? Why did I think he'd want a relationship with me? Why should I want a relationship with him?
Fuck this gay shit, I ain't gay! I was just confused, I'll go back to ... being rejected by girls.
Alone in my room, I let a few tears go. The almost crippling loneliness returns to me. Loneliness I've known most of my life. A loneliness that for a while went away. Loneliness that led me astray? A loneliness that made me think I'm not straight?
I was in a mood over the next couple of days. Not only confused about my own sexuality but confused about what I felt for Jared. Confused if I actually wanted a relationship with him or not.
It's his fault I'm in this mess. He's the one who made me question things, made me feel things, made me want ... things. Then, when I'm on the edge of becoming clear, he rejects me. Suddenly, I'm back to where I was before. No more clear than I was before, teetering on the edge of uncertainty instead.
But, I can't deny that he's opened something in me. A truth that, despite my anger, doesn't seem to want to go away.
I was going to delete Grindr. Be done with anything gay', but I couldn't. I've not replied to anyone, but I have read the messages of hi', how's you', want to meet' ect, while avoiding any that have a picture. There's still a part of me that fears that I'll like what I see.
I thought about watching gay porn, to truly prove that I'm not gay, but the thought of porn - any porn - made me feel sick. I couldn't handle anything sexual. It's at that point I started questioning if this was what being brokenhearted felt like. I admit; this made me cry. I cried for a while. Did I cry because Jared had cast me aside, or at the realization that I'd somehow fallen in love ... with a guy?
I was in an especially bad mood the next day. Though, I made sure that neither my mum nor my uncle would pick up on it. When you realise you loved a guy, it becomes difficult to deny you have some form of attraction to guys. Or at least one guy, I guess.
So, maybe my anger at Jared messed me up a bit. Maybe, I've tried to use it as an excuse to try and distance myself from the truth. Maybe, I'm trying to protect myself because I've never been so close to another person before as I was with Jared. Maybe, I just don't want to hurt anymore?
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I grab my phone and turn off the alarm. One eye closed, I take in the time - 6.00.
`It's Thursday, so that means I'm working today.' I tell myself, making sure I know not to fall back to sleep.
Getting up, I check my messages on Grindr.
Deleting the usual introductory messages, I come across one from a familiar face.
'Hey dude. How's it going?'
A simple message, but before I can stop myself, I've gotten quite excited.
It's been a while since I heard from Dayle. Not since we met on ... that day. To be honest, I kind of forgot about it, what with the disappointment and anger.
He messaged last night, but I'd passed out pretty early in the evening due to being knackered.
'Hey, sorry for not replying. Passed out early last night.'
I reply hoping he doesn't think I was ignoring him.
Once the message is sent - I don't expect him to be up so early - I get ready for work and wait for my uncle to pick me up.
It took Dayle until mid-afternoon for him to get back to me.
'No worries dude. Was just hoping you'd be up for meeting again at some point.'
A warm swell goes through my body. I can't stop myself from smiling and feeling like giggling.
I guess it's just nice to feel wanted. Especially after the last week.
'Yeah, I'd be up for seeing you again. I'm working today and tomorrow, but free on the weekend.'
I send the message, a knot in my stomach as the voices in my head try to prepare me for the possibility of being rejected.
'Sounds good. How about you come round mine at around 2 on Saturday?'
With a slight sigh of relief, I quickly answer him back.
'Cool, I'll see you then!'
I pause for a moment, hesitating to ask him a question my experience with Jared is compelling me to ask.
'Hey, are you looking for something serious?'
The phrase that's been plaguing me over the last few days. Apparently, something that's important to know when meeting new people.
'Not really. I mean, if something serious happens then it happens, but I'm not really looking for it. You?'
His answer makes me feel more relaxed.
For one, I now know where I stand and what's going on between us, and two I don't think I'm actually looking for anything serious myself.
Sure, it hurt when Jared told me he wasn't looking for anything serious, but I think it was more the implication that he didn't want anything else to do with me. Like, I'd used up my usefulness to him. It especially hurt seeing that I thought we had something special. It seemed to generally hurt him when he cooled things off between us. Was that just a show for me? A question that's been going through my head that I doubt I'll ever get an answer to.
I don't think I'm prepared for an actual, serious relationship. I know I'm definitely not in the right place to have a relationship. Living with mum in a homophobic neighbourhood. Not really knowing what I am and having to sneak around. Sure, that's fine when you're teenagers in school, but not really what you want as an adult.
I also realised that I went to Jared hoping he'd be able to tell me what to do, to lead me through my moment of confusion, show me what to do and how to be ... not straight. But he didn't. Leaving me alone and helpless and it scared me. Not just hurt, but scared me.
'No, just looking to experiment a bit.'
I want someone to help me discover who I am, and now Jared's out of the picture, maybe Dayle will be able to help.
'That's cool, what sort of things do you want to experiment with?'
I get nervous again. Worried if I tell him of my virgin stasis he'll just laugh and block me. Though maybe it's best to find out now, over Grindr, then have him find out when he can laugh in my face.
'Well, I've not done much. Only other thing I've done that we didn't do is lick someone's bum hole.'
I'm not sure how to phrase the last part. I'm sure there's a word for it, but I've spent most of my life avoiding butts and butt holes, so I haven't really paid it much attention.
'Ah cool. Did you like rimming?'
That's the word!
'Uh, yeah I did.'
I blush to myself as I feel a tightening in my overalls.
'Did you get rimmed?'
I look around to make sure I'm still alone in the room I've spent the morning painting.
'No'
I leave it short, not really knowing what else to say.
'Would you like to?'
I reposition my boner - my first since the weekend - trying to make it less noticeable if someone does walk in.
'Yeah, sure.'
I let out a deep breath, my hands shake a bit as nervousness starts to spread through me. Liking Jared's hole was one thing, I was able to tell myself I was practicing for a girl, but there's no such pretense if I allow another guy to lick mine. Though the nerves aren't from fear, but excitement.
'Awesome. So, how about we have a bit of fun with our holes on Saturday?'
I rub my sweaty palms on my overalls.
'Yeah, that'll be good.'
I make a note to learn how to properly ... prepare myself for Dayle to play with my hole.
'Hey, not to be rude, but I best be going before I get in trouble.'
I've not finished painting the room yet, and I need to get it done before lunchtime!
'Heh, no worries. I'll see you Saturday!'
Friday crawled by. I couldn't wait to get to sleep and begin Saturday. Thankfully, I was pretty worn out, so I crashed into bed around 9. Unfortunately, I woke up at 8 the next morning. A full 6 hours before our scheduled time to meet.
It does give me some time to research about making sure I'm properly clean for Dayle.
A lot of sites mention douching, which seems to be more for full anal sex, which I am definitely not looking to do! Plus, you need some form of device to do it anyway.
I won't bore you with the details, but I did find some useful information.
After cleaning myself and showering, I leave around 1.40 to get to Dayle's.
The closer I get, the more butterflies there seem to be in my stomach. Not because I'm worried about what this means about me, but because I'm worried I'll do something wrong, or he'll see me and change his mind, or he'll laugh at my inexperience ...
I quickly ring the doorbell before my fears take hold and make me wuss out.
I give Dayle the necessary time to get all the way down to the door, not letting my paranoia convince me something bad is about to happen.
After a little while, Dayle's smile appears from behind the door. I can feel myself physically relaxing.
"Hey, dude!" He pulls me in for a hug at the doorstep, the force taking me into the house. "Hey, good to see you." I return the hug, feeling the muscles in his back through his t-shirt. "Come on up." Letting go, he turns and jogs up the stairs.
Following him, I watch his ass jiggle in his shorts. The thought that I'll be getting close and personal with it soon has my cock chubbing up.
Once in his room, Dayle sits on his bed, cross-legged.
Taking off my trainers, I join him, sitting facing him.
"So, you still want to do some butt stuff?" I just nod in agreement, my throat dry. "Awesome." Getting on his knees, he reaches over and unzips my hoody.
Helping him remove it, he then pulls my t-shirt up from the bottom. I merely put my arms up, allowing it to be removed.
He flicks each of my nipples with his thumb as I throw my t-shirt on the floor with my hoodie.
I've never played with or really noticed my nipples before. However, the unexpected contact makes me jump, and a shiver runs through my body.
Dayle just smiles as he removes his own t-shirt. His strong muscles and pink nipples revealed to me. I think about returning the favour and giving his a flick, wondering if it'll have the same effect on him as it did on me. However, I'm too nervous. Worried about doing something wrong!
"Lay down." With that simple command, I move myself to the top of the bed, laying my head on his pillows.
Dayle straddles me, leaning in to give a quick, passionate kiss before moving down my body.
He gives each nipple another flick, this time with his tongue. This causes the same shiver as his finger, causing my already hard cock to strain against my boxers.
Moving further down, he gives my stomach a quick kiss before taking the waistband of my trousers in his hand and dragging them down my legs.
With them off, my erection is very obvious, beating against the cotton prison, demanding to be let out.
Dayle doesn't wait, lifting the material over my erection and repeating the journey he went through with my trousers. However, this time, he makes time to also remove my socks.
He takes a moment to look at me, now naked, laying on his bed. He seems to like what he sees as he gives a smile before reaching underneath my knees, lifting them gently so they're back towards my chest, my hole feeling extremely exposed.
"You ready for this?" "Uh-huh." I don't trust my voice as my face feels on fire.
Dayle's hands move down my leg as he leans in closer to my hole. I instinctively take over, placing my hands on the underside of my knees to keep my legs out of the way and to give him access.
I feel his breath first. Tingling my most private part. The sensation is new and weird. There's also a degree of uncomfortableness. No one's supposed to ever go near this part of me. The implications of willingly letting another guy down there are huge.
However, any worries about what this means are instantly silenced the moment I feel his wet tongue touch my hole.
It's like a jolt of energy, sending pleasure throughout my body. My body jerks and jumps against my control with every lick, forcing out little gasps and moans.
Not on the same level as having my dick sucked, but the skin's still sensitive and the hot, wet tongue, massaging my ring is really pleasurable. Definitely, something I want to experience again!
"How was that?" After a short time, Dayle leaves my hole and lays on the bed next to me. "Really good." It's left me panting as I let my legs relax. A small pool of precum left where my cock had been resting.
The pleasure my wet hole felt is replaced by a dull ache like it wants more.
"You okay to do me now?" Dayle has an excited smile. "Yeah, sure." All my worries have been forgotten. Replaced with a horniness and desire to please.
With my positive reply, Dayle swiftly removes his shorts - revealing no underwear underneath, his hard cock flopping to his left leg - and turns over, getting on his hands and knees.
Getting in between his legs, I'm instantly struck by the hair. He's not massively hairy, but the fact there's any hair at all is in massive contrast to Jared.
Taking each cheek in hand, I feel the warm flesh and hard muscle underneath, and carefully part them.
There's also hair between his cheeks and surrounding his hole. Extremely different from Jared and not what a girl's butt hole looks like.
As I get closer, I pick up a tangy, musky smell. Not unclean, just ... natural? No smell of coconut-scented shower gel here.
There's no mistaking this for anything but a man's hole.
This should deter or even disgust me, however, my throbbing, untouched boner and desire to feel it on my tongue, suggests otherwise.
Following this desire, I let my tongue pass over his hole. Feeling the coarseness of the hair contrasted with the smooth wrinkled skin, my tongue is out and repeating the journey before my mind can register any taste.
Like the smell, it has a slightly tangy, earthy taste, but not strong or unpleasant. If anything, the manliness of it all is making it more erotic. Turning me on more.
Dayle moans into his pillow as I lose myself in his ass. Licking from base to top, stabbing the quivering skin with my tongue. The feel, the taste, and the sounds of Dayle's moans and gasps drive me to new heights of horniness.
Pulling back to catch my breath, I watch as his hole looks to be doing the same. But not gasping for air, gasping for more stimulation. My tongue's starting to feel a bit sore, so I make the split-second decision to use my finger.
Using the index finger of my right hand, the moment it touches the wrinkled skin, it reaches out to try and take it. Giving his hole what it wants, I slowly slide my finger inside Dayle. The hole suitably lubed by my spit.
Dayle gives a gasp as I feel the heat and silkiness of his insides.
Slowly fucking him with my finger, I'm reminded of fucking Jared with the dildo and the same feelings came back to me. The desire to replace my finger with my cock. However, the desire is stronger this time as my cock jumps and jerks, jealous that it's my finger getting to feel the smooth warmth of his hole.
I can imagine how it would feel on my cock. The pleasure as I fuck him, his insides trying to milk me dry.
With the feeling of his insides on my finger and the vivid fantasy, I can feel my balls start to pull up and cock tingle all over.
Removing my finger, I get up on my knees behind Dayle, my cock in hand as I start to vigorously wank. My foreskin effortlessly slides over my wet cock head as my left-hand keeps his cheek parted, allowing me to still see his hole.
With his hole pulsing, it doesn't take me long.
Aiming at his ring, I give a long, deep moan as I let out days' worth of anger and frustration.
I watch as shot after shot of thick white cum covers Dayle's hole, crack, and cheeks. I can't say how many I shot as my brain shut down, only able to process the pleasure and the cum covered hole.
My entire body twitches as the last few drops cover my hand. My orgasm over, I begin to feel dizzy, my muscles sore from being so tense.
Shuffling over, I flop down on the bed next to Dayle, my eyes closed as I pant heavily.
I feel Dayle move beside me, before he reaches over and tilts my head towards him, his lips crashing into mine.
My mouth copies his as we make out. I feel his body and the bed shake as he's wanking his own cock. I think about helping him, but my body won't move as it is a wash with a post-orgasmic glow.
It doesn't take long before his kissing stops and he moans into my open mouth as he cums himself.
After a while of feeling his panting breath against my lips, I open my eyes to see him smiling at me. All I can do is let my lips spread in my own goofy smile.