If you are looking for a story where two straight guys get drunk, switch on a porno film and then two sentences later are wildly fucking, then this is not for you.
This is a true story about something which happened between me and my straight friend. There's a lot of arsing around before we get to the sexual parts, because that's how straight guys are in my experience.
-------------------- STRAIGHT GUYS MESSING ABOUT
This happened last summer while I was staying with my friend Ed who's currently at Birmingham Uni. It was after his summer exams and I was there for the weekend, mainly so we could both get as pissed as possible for as long as possible. My girlfriend at that time hadn't wanted to go with me because she didn't know Ed (I knew him from school) and wasn't as interested in alcohol as I am.
On Friday night, Ed and I went to a few pubs in Birmingham, spending most of the time with his girlfriend, Catherine, and her friend, Shannon. Catherine seemed really possessive of Ed and wanted him to devote all of his time to her. This was a bit annoying because it meant Shannon and I spent most of the night making smalltalk, because we didn't really have much in common.
At about 11.30, Ed and I said we were going back to his place to start on some cans I'd brought over with me. Catherine was clearly pissed off about this - she'd wanted him to go back to her flat with her, I think, and made some curt comments about "having her own life" and "going out to enjoy herself". She and Shannon were apparently going clubbing with some other friends, and she'd see Ed the next morning at about 10, she said.
On the way back to his flat, Ed told me he was getting irritated by Catherine and wanted to end it. He'd tried to do this, though, and she'd thrown hysterics. He's a bit of a softy and I guess he didn't want to hurt her by dumping her.
Anyway, by about 2 in the morning we were both pretty drunk and he was in a much better mood. By now we'd decided that the best policy was to get her to dump him, so then he wouldn't feel guilty. We talked about him doing objectionable things in front of her friends and making her embarrassed, but that wasn't really his style. He suggested, in a joking way, that we should be curled up together on the bed when she came around. "That wouldn't really work - how would she get in without one of us waking up to let her in," I said. "The door's always open when I'm in here - so that wouldn't be so unusual," he said, "and the flat door's usually kept unlocked during the day".
I kind of liked the idea, especially as it was unlikely that word would get back to Southampton, where I'm at Uni, or to my girlfriend. "Wouldn't it bother you that people would think you were gay?" I said. "Naah," he replied, staring into space and obviously giving a lot of thought to the whole plan. I pointed out that it might make it difficult for him to get another girlfriend afterwards. "Who would believe the daft bitch," he said.
"She always talking bullshit about things that have supposedly happened to her."
We got undressed for bed, down to our t-shirts and briefs, talking about other stuff.
When I was sitting on my sleeping bag on the floor, and he was on his bed, I asked him, "Are you sure you want to go through with this tomorrow? We'll have to set the alarm for 9.30." He said, "Would you mind? I mean, would it bother you?" "No not at all." "Yeah, okay then."
We talked about how best to do it. We decided that being caught sleeping together wouldn't really incriminate him - we might have been so pissed that we just collapsed onto his bed together. "How about if I pretend to suck you off, Seb?" he said. "She'd just see me kneeling on the floor with my head at your waste level, bobbing around a bit..." I found this quite funny. "How do you mean - I mean, where will I be?" I asked. He explained again but I insisted on a rehearsal.
I got on the bed in a kneeling position and he kneeled on the floor in front of me. He put his head into my lap, his face pressed up to the front of my red briefs, and then moved his head in and out. Again I found this quite amusing. "This will look totally ridiculous. She'll fucking piss herself laughing when she sees this." He said, "Yeah, the pants don't quite work, do they?" My main problem had actually been the obviously staged position that we were in, but I suggested that I could take off the briefs, if he thought it would help. I must tell you that at this point I still wasn't at all aroused by this - I am fundamentally straight - and didn't have ulterior motives.
I pulled off my briefs, and my t-shirt, saying, "It's important that she can't see my cock." "Yeah - it'll be kind of embarrassing to you," he said.
"Well it's not that," I went on, "I couldn't actually care what she sees - but she'll kind of wonder what the fuck we're doing if she sees I'm limp and it's not wet from your mouth".
I knelt on the bed again, now naked. My cock hung over the top of my balls, about 4 or 5 inches. I saw Ed take a look at it but I put this down to the fact that, as a blond guy, I have light brown pubic hair which looks a bit weird until you're used to it. I also thought he might be looking at my body because I play a lot of basketball now, which I never played at school, and so I'm in much better shape than I was when he knew me at school.
Again, he pressed his face into my crotch, his chin touching my cock. I felt slightly embarrassed at this point, because I'd never had a guy with his face so close to my cock. I've been naked in front of loads of guys in locker rooms and showers and that's never bothered me. But here was my mate breathing in the smell of my pubic hair, and it felt a bit weird. I was a bit afraid he'd be totally repulsed by it and do a "what-the-fuck-are-we-doing" routine, but he didn't. He bobbed his head again, his chin catching my hanging dick as he moved in and out.
It occured to me how hot we must look in this position. Here we were, two guys at around 20 years old, both slim, tall and with reasonably attractive faces, appearing to have sex together. Ed has short black hair and is about 6'2". I am blond, my hair being a bit longer than his, and am about 6 feet tall. My body, unlike Ed's, is fairly hairless - I have a slight fuzz of hair on my chest but nothing substantial.
After a few seconds of pretending to give me a blow job, he pulled away. "I don't think it's that convincing" he said. "I mean, when she comes in, the first thing I would do would be to look over at her, kind of surprised I guess..." He paused to giggle at the idea of this, then continued, "and she'd notice that your cock was soft." "I guess she'd have to conclude that you aren't so good at giving head," I said.
I decided to be bold - the scenario involving Ed sucking me off was getting us nowhere. "What if I blow you?" I said. "I'll sit on the bed and you stand up in front of me. That way, when she comes in you can turn your head, do the shocked routine, and never show her your cock." He liked this idea so he stood up in front of me. He pulled his t-shirt up, exposing his belly with its thick black line of hair disappearing into his underpants. His briefs were white with thin dark blue stripes. I remember thinking that his cock looked big inside them, even though it was clearly limp, and feeling a bit worried about the idea of putting my face near it. However, I pretended to be cool about it all and moved forward to pretend to give him head.
I nuzzled my face into his crotch, feeling his cock through the material of his briefs against my nose. The bell of it was close to my lips and his balls pressed into my chin - I could feel each of them on either side of it.
Like Ed, I moved my face away and towards his crotch. I could smell his briefs - they smelled quite strongly of piss, actually. That wasn't a turn-off, exactly, it was just kind of unexpected. The smell was totally different from the pissy smell I'd sometimes noticed around girls' pussies - stronger, sharper and definately "male". There was also a smell of sweat, but this wasn't so strong.
I became aware, as I bobbed in and out from his underpants feeling mildly ridiculous, that I ought to be doing something with my hands. I thought, "What do girls do with their hands when they're sucking me off?" and realised that I ought to be holding onto his butt. So I said, "I reckon I need to show a bit more willing, Eddie boy..." and gripped on to his arse. Each of my hands cupped one of his butt cheeks, the fingers pointing upwards and inwards. Out of habit, I started pushing my fingers into his crack, and then remembering it was a guy I was with, stopped myself. I must say that I really liked the feel of his arse. I'm definately a butt-guy - it's always my favorite part of a girl - and I was interested at how different Ed's rear felt from any girl I'd been with. I'd noticed that guys tend to have broader and shorter bums than girls, but had obviously never felt one in detail. It felt much more muscular and rounder than a girl's arse and yet surprisingly soft. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was enjoying groping his butt, but I just casually moved my hands around his cheeks, kind of kneeding them through the thin material of his briefs.
Ed broke my thoughts by pulling back and saying that this was definately working. "If I keep my arse towards the door," he went on, "she won't see anything of my cock." "What about when you turn around?" He shrugged and had a go of turning around. His middle-body also turned slightly and I pointed out that she might see his limp cock as he did so. "Naah," he said, "there's no way - it's totally hidden." "Only because your t-shirt is so baggy." He pulled it off, exposing his lightly haired chest. Ed didn't do a lot of exercise, but his chest was nicely proportioned and since, irritatingly, he didn't seem capable of gaining weight, he looked quite attractive.
He stood there now in just his underpants. This was the first time I'd really looked at a guy wearing only his briefs and I must admit I was kind of interested by the way he looked. Not so interested that I had to conceal my cock - but interested enough to be aware that it would be starting to thicken up if I wasn't in a seated position. Ed's cock really filled his stripy briefs well - it was pointing down and its shape against his balls was clear. The room was dimly lit but I noticed that the lower part of his briefs were slightly more yellow than the upper part. No wonder I could smell his piss - looked like he hadn't taken them off in about three days.
He stood in front me and practiced turning towards the door. As he did so, I got an all-round view of his cock and balls inside his briefs. I had to admit to myself that he looked quite beautiful in his well-fitting underpants. I didn't think of this as homosexual: I am happy enough with my sexuality to admit that I find some other guys attractive without necessarily wanting to have sex with them.
Anyway, Ed said, "Let's try it again, Seb. Dress rehearsal." I didn't know what he meant by "dress rehearsal" until he bent to pull off his briefs. Before I knew it he was standing in front of me, his limp but weighty cock hanging over his hairy balls, waiting for me to go through the fake blow job motions. His cock was a bit bigger than mine while limp and I noticed that his foreskin was pulled back slightly, revealing a little of his piss slit and bell end. Above it was a thick bush of dark pubic hair - much thicker than mine. In fact, I kind of envied his equipment - it looked so much more substantial than my own.
I moved forward on the bed, and again pushed my face towards his groin. The smell without his underpants was different - again it was a very "male" smell, but now it was more subtle and less like a gents toilet. "Suck my cock, man," he said, without any seriousness, and thrust his crotch into my face. Again I grabbed his butt cheeks, and I was now aware of how hairy they were - again, this was quite interesting. He kept thrusting in a mock-sexual way and each time he did it his cock smacked me in the mouth, the exposed part of his bell hitting my lower lip. I could feel the muscles of his arse tensing to thrust and I worked my fingers slightly into his arse crack, feeling that it was quite damp in there.
Without saying anything, he moved his hands round to the back of my head and held it, continuing to thrust his weighty cock into my face. Licking my lower lip between thrusts, I tasted the slightly salty taste of the end of his cock. The hair on his balls, also very thick, tickled my chin and was getting up my nose. Again it smelled interesting - I was thinking that this was how my own cock must smell.
He said, "So she comes in..." and turned his upper body towards the door. His cock stayed firmly in my face and I stared at the dark bush of pubic hair above it. Then he said, "Can you see the door, Seb?" I said, "No I've got your cock in my face, if you hadn't noticed." He said, "Success, methinks. If you can't see her, she can't see what you're doing - or not, as the case may be." I took my hands away from his arse and he backed off. He crouched in front of me and we looked at each other. My legs were slightly open and he looked at my cock, still limp and hanging down between my legs, the end touching his duvet. I looked at his cock, thinking that it looked a little bigger and stood out slightly further than it had when he first peeled off his briefs.
After thinking about it, he said, "Turn around" "Why?" "No just turn around - you might be grossed out if I tell you." I guess I looked a bit quizzical because he added, "it's not that bad - honestly!" So I turned around on his bed, kneeling, showing him my arse. He said, "What do you think she'd think if she saw me doing this to you..." He pushed my back down towards the wall and the bed, explsing more of my bum, and I felt his breath against the lower part of my arse crack. Then he moved his head back and forth again, kind of like he was giving a blow job to my arse. Now I felt the end of his nose push into my crack every time he bobbed forwards.
"Well I can't really see what you're doing," I said. "But it feels a bit weird. What's it supposed to be?" "I'm rimming you," he replied, "or at least pretending to." "Uh?" "Gay guys lick each other's butts. I heard that somewhere. It's called rimming. I reckon it would look convincing."
Again he pushed his face into my butt, and now I felt his lips against my cheeks, right near my arsehole. I liked the feeling - his lips were warm and soft and I could feel his breath tickling the hair in my arse crack. Despite what I'd said, I knew about rimming and liked doing it to my girlfriends. I'd always wanted one to do it to me, but they get kind of weird about arse stuff. "I don't think it would be that obvious to her what you're doing. Maybe if I got up and squated down..." He didn't object so I got up and, with my feet on the edge of his matress, I squated down and bent forwards with my hands against the wall, aware that I was now exposing a lot more of my arse crack to him and wondering what he'd do. My cock and balls hung down between my legs and he could probably see it through my legs. I hoped it wasn't obvious to him that my cock, though not sticking out, was quite significantly larger than it had been when I was sitting on the bed.
He said, "Yeah that's a hell of a lot better." Then he giggled and said, "Nice ringpiece," and kind of ran his finger around my arsehole. This really turned me on and yet feeling that way sort of chilled me, causing me to wonder why the hell I was doing this with another guy. Ed, oblivious to my issues, re-applied his mouth to my arse. This time his lips surrounded my arse hole, being more firmly planted against my cheeks than before, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my anus. He seemed to enjoy just breathing in while his head was so near to my bum - I guess he liked the smell of my arse. He laughed again - he seemed not to be taking this too seriously - and said, "Don't fucking fart, Seb, will you?" Then he said, "Sorry - I got closer than I thought that time. I got spit around your arse." Again, he applied his finger and swept it up and down my arse crack, spreading the beads of spit and moistening it. He seemed totally comfortable about touching my anus and his finger kept running over it as he moved it up and down. This was really exciting me: my face felt red and my cock was now hard and feeling desperately in need of attention.
I desperately wanted Ed to rim me: to stick his tongue into my butthole and lick and suck and push it in and out. But I couldn't exactly say this. He seemed to be enjoying it too, but he kept laughing and making jokes so maybe in his eyes this was just two drunk straight lads pissing about.
After a few seconds - but it seemed like a lot longer - he stopped and, sniffing his finger, said, "Stay like that - what do you think of us putting on the full works for her?" I had to stay in my crouching position anyway because if I moved he would see my hard on. It's not something I can easily hide, being about nine inches long when I'm stiff. He stood up and got behind me. He pressed his cock against my wet arse, sort of wedging it in my crack like a hot dog sausage, and made thrusting movements. His cock, still mostly limp I presume, was sliding up and down my ass crack. He gripped my hips and let out a sudden laugh. "What the fuck would she do if she saw this? She'd fuckin' freak."
I was feeling slightly uncomfortable with this. Here I was, bending over on my mate's bed, having him work his dick against my butt crack. This shouldn't really be happening! But I kept thinking, "Maybe this is not so weird - we're just pissing about really." But it seemed that Ed was really getting into it. He held onto my waste and was clearly enjoying using my bum cheeks to jerk himself off. I moved my head downward so that I could check the state of his cock through my legs. I could see his balls bouncing up and down behind my balls. That looked kind of cool - his dark bushy balls, hanging low and jumping about right behind my own light brown, lightly haired and more solid ball sac. My own cock was a bit softer than it had been when Ed had been pretending to rim me, but it still stood up towards my belly button. I could see glimpses of Ed's cock as it slid up and down my crack: it was now definitely thicker than before and from the feel of it against my butt, it was very hard.
As I watched, Ed took one hand off my waist and moved his cock so that the end of it pressed against my butthole. I could feel it pushing right against my most sensitive spot and - unexpectedly - it felt fantastic. There was no doubt that he was fully hard. Without saying anything, he replaced his hand on my waist and then started thrusting again, sort of jabbing his dick against my hole. Each time he pushed, the tip of his cock hit a different spot around my anus and I felt prickling sensations race up my spine. I don't know if he noticed but I opened my legs a bit more and pushed my bum out further towards him. I just wanted to feel more of his cock teasing my hole.
One of the jabs caused him to push the end of his cock right into the middle of my hole and, I guess since it was so damp down there from his spit and precum, the tip of his cock pushed its way into my arse. He waited a few seconds, totally still, with maybe half an inch of his cock inside me. This was all too much to me - for the first time my body was being invaded by the cock of another guy and I didn't know whether to enjoy the tingling sensations that were making me feel so fucking horny, or whether to feel disgusted with myself for getting into this and liking it.
I guess Ed decided he'd given me enough of a chance to opt out and after a few seconds he continued pushing his dick into my rear. It felt so painful - remember I'd had no proper lube - that I cried out and pulled away: "Whoa, whoa. That's too fucking painful." His cock kind of popped out of my butt with a weird sucking sound - now we neither of us could pretend that it hadn't actually been in there. My ass felt so good after the intrusion - it was still tingling and making me feel so hot that I desperately wanted to masturbate to relieve it.
I turned around to face him, kneeling on the bed with my body upright. Ed's cock - now looking impossibly big - curved upwards, the foreskin pulled fully back and the bell an angry purple-red colour. The end was quite wet - probably a combination of his precum and my bumsweat, I guess. I think it was probably longer than mine, but it's difficult for me to judge since I don't often see a hard cock face-on. I must admit that I found his erection slightly intimidating - I'd never been around another guy while he was in a state of lust and the size and curve of Ed's large cock seemed to demand gratification.
Ed looked my my cock, in a similar state of course, and maybe the same thoughts were going through his head. It seemed weird, the two of us guys facing each other with our hard cocks poking out from our bodies. I think I was saying to myself, Come on Seb - where's the tits? Where's the pussy? What the fuck are you going to do with this guy?
Ed said, "I guess it looks more convincing if we're hard..." I figured that to be a bit lame under the circumstances. I looked back at his dick and thought, oh what the hell.
I replied, "Look, Eddie. If you want to fuck me, you can. But I want to fuck you too. To see how it feels". Even as I was saying this, I was immediately wishing that I wasn't. Just in case I'd somehow misunderstood the situation.
He stared at me. His face was very red and he looked as if his forehead was beaded with sweat. He looked back towards my cock, still rock solid and curving up towards him. He said, "Yeah, all right. I guess I've always wondered what it would be like. And we're mates - there's no strings..."
I said, "I'm gonna need another beer, though."
Will be continued
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