Horny Gay Virgin

• • • • • • • • • • Straight Teen Tries Gay Sex * * * * * * * * * *
• • • • • • • • • • This is a chapter from my book "Horny Gay Virgin." * * * * * * * * * *

Was he gay? Craig Cox was starting to wonder.

It was Friday night and Craig was driving home after his date with Janet Gibbs. They were both high school seniors and had been dating for two years.

After the game, they'd parked on a country road. Their shirts and her bra had come off quickly. After a lot of passionate kissing, he'd moved down her body, licking, kissing, and sucking her midsized breasts. She'd liked that, as usual, but had protested when he'd tried to unfasten her tight blue jeans.

So, he'd backed off. He always backed off. They'd rubbed each other's crotches through their jeans until Janet had screamed and bucked, arching her back as she convulsed on the back seat of his midsized sedan.

She'd collapsed with her bare chest heaving. He'd held her and kissed her tenderly, basking in the afterglow of her climax. More experienced guys had told him that girls sometimes faked orgasms, but he didn't believe she was doing that. It had taken him a long time, and some whispered instructions, to learn how to stimulate her. At first, she'd just moaned and said it was nice. But in the past few months, she was responding much more strongly.

Janet liked playing with his dick and he'd creamed his shorts a few times, but she insisted on keeping their pants on.

Craig felt weird, because he didn't really mind. Sure, he wanted to finger and eat her pussy and he'd love a hand job and maybe even a blow job, but he wasn't in any hurry to get the condoms out of the glove compartment and put his dick in her pussy. Part of him was relieved that he and Janet hadn't grown more intimate.

Was he gay? He liked checking out the other guys' equipment in the locker room, but everybody did that. Didn't they? He'd certainly seen enough of the other boys looking back at him . . .

Lately, Janet's protests had seemed perfunctory. His cock stiffened as he imagined opening her fly, reaching into her pants, and touching her hot bare flesh. If he got a little more aggressive, he didn't think she'd tell him to stop.

He rubbed his hard dick through his jeans as he drove through the residential neighborhood near the college campus and parked on the street in front of his brother's 90-year-old two-bedroom house.

Craig got out of the car, walked up the driveway beside the house, and unlocked the back door. It opened onto a little landing. Two steps led up to the closed kitchen door. Another flight of stairs descended to the basement. He closed the outside door and went downstairs.

The stairs ended in the utility room. The washing machine and dryer cowered beside the spooky-looking furnace. The gas fire behind its grill looked like glowing eyes. The heating ducts radiating from the furnace looked like long arms reaching out to grab him.

He walked past the furnace and opened the door into the basement apartment's combined living room and kitchen.

It was a large room, with 1950s knotty pine paneling and 30-year-old carpeting. The furniture was worn, but comfortable. A modern flatscreen and sound system stretched along the wall opposite the big leather sofa. Doors in the back wall led to a closet, the bathroom, and the apartment's single bedroom.

Buddy Boyd was sitting on the couch, smoking a joint and watching a movie on the flatscreen. A can of beer sat on the coffee table in front of him. "Hey!" He raised his hand in a brief wave.

"Hey!" Craig responded, glancing at the recycle bin in the kitchen. It held a half-dozen empty beer cans. He'd emptied it this afternoon.

"Your date go all right?" Buddy asked. He was a heavily muscled guy in his mid-20s, with a handsome face, thick black hair, and three days of beard stubble. He was dressed in tight blue shorts and a sprayed-on white tee-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest.

Buddy was Craig's brother's best friend. He'd broken up with his girlfriend two weeks ago and was crashing on the couch until he found a new place.

He was one of the reasons Craig wondered if he was gay. It was hard to stop looking at Buddy. The guy was just so damn sexy!

Speaking of hard. Craig had lost his erection during the walk from the car to the house, but it was back, stronger than ever. Buddy did that to him.

"Fine." Craig wasn't going to admit how tame his relationship with Janet was. Especially not to a stud like Buddy!

"Good." Buddy looked Craig over, letting his gaze linger on the bulge in his jeans. "Why don't you grab a beer?" He held the joint up. "And help me finish this?"

"Okay." There was a partially empty case of beer in the refrigerator. Craig took a can, popped it open, and sat on the couch beside Buddy. "You having any luck finding an apartment?"

The joint had gone out. Buddy took a long time lighting it and then handed the little hand-rolled cigarette to Craig. "Not yet. The middle of the semester's a bad time."

"Yeah." Craig nodded and took a long toke. It was hard to find housing in the little college town. That was why he was living in his brother's basement.

They passed the joint without speaking. It was super strong Colorado Kush and Craig was flying before it was finished. He didn't smoke pot very often and it made him super horny.

Buddy crushed the joint out and turned to face Craig. "You don't look very happy." His knee pressed lightly against Craig's, giving him an even bigger erection. "Didn't Janet give you any tonight?"

"Uh—" Craig didn't know how to respond. Was this a pass? And what did he want to do about it?

"Women!" Buddy got up, walked to the kitchen, and came back with two more beers. "They're so weird about sex." He popped a can and held it out to Craig.

Craig's beer can was still half full. He finished it in one long gulp and took the fresh beer. "Well yeah. I guess. But what's a guy going to do?"

Buddy sat down closer to Craig. "Watch old movies, smoke pot, and drink beer?"

"Well, that's an option." Craig could see the bulge in Buddy's shorts. The sight was making him so fucking horny!

Buddy pressed his knee more firmly against Craig's. "Watch free porn on the Internet?" Jeez! Was the guy reading Craig's mind?

Craig took a long swallow of beer to buy time. "I guess you've got to get off somehow."

"You got a hot date with your hand?" Buddy put his hand on Craig's thigh. "Or would you like to try something else?"

Craig's hard-on threatened to tear through his jeans. "Like what?" He knew what was coming and wasn't sure how to respond.

Buddy slipped his hand up Craig's thigh to his crotch. "I bet I can suck your cock better than your girlfriend."

Craig felt like he'd fallen into a gay porn video. "Okay," someone said, using his voice.

"Good man." Buddy fondled Craig's stiff cock through his jeans, running his fingers over its head and shaft. "You're gonna like this." He unfastened Craig's belt and opened his fly. "And so will I."

Craig lifted his butt off the couch. Buddy pulled his jeans and briefs down around his ankles, freeing his rock-hard cock. "What now?"

Buddy pushed the coffee table away, then took his shorts off and kicked them away, leaving him naked, except for the tee-shirt. "I'm gonna suck your dick."

Craig stared at Buddy's swollen pole. He hadn't usually bothered closing the bathroom door and Craig had seen him peeing and getting out of the shower. Craig had the largest cock in the high school locker room. Buddy's rod was just as long and a lot thicker. Even soft, it had been amazing, but now it was hard. The thought of taking that monster in his mouth or ass was both terrifying and exciting.

Why was he thinking about that? He was the one who was about to get a blowjob and nobody was talking about fucking. "All right."

Buddy grinned at Craig. "You're really sexy. I've been fantasizing about you for a long time." He sank to his knees and curled his hand abound Craig's hard-on.

Craig had seen lots of blowjobs, in porn. The woman, or the man when he was watching a gay video, usually gobbled the guy's hard dick like a wiener in a hot dog eating contest.

Instead, Buddy gently squeezed Craig's shaft, bent forward, and swirled his tongue over Craig's knob, sending an erotic charge through his body.

"Oh man!" Craig's body stiffened and he arched his back, pushing his stiff dick into Buddy's mouth. He moaned and rolled his hips as Buddy licked and sucked his cock-head while stroking his shaft, squeezing his balls, and occasionally tickling his taint.

Buddy looked up at Craig. "I think you like that."

"Uh huh!"

"Am I better than your girlfriend?"

Craig nodded vigorously. "Oh yes!" He wasn't going to admit that this was his first blow job.

"I'm just getting started." Buddy lowered his head.

"Oh Jeez!" Craig's stiff cock jerked as Buddy licked his balls, running his tongue over their wrinkled flesh. "That's so great."

"I'm a guy. I know what guys like." Buddy licked his way up Craig's rigid pole, finally reaching his cock-head. It was so different from jerking off while watching porn or dry humping Janet.

"Damn, that's good!" Craig groaned.

"Feels good doing it, too." Buddy pulled Craig to his feet. "I bet you like going down on your girlfriend. Making her come."

"Uhhh . . ." Craig gasped when Buddy swallowed his hard cock. All of it, taking its head and shaft deep in his throat. "Oh man!"

Buddy sucked Craig's cock roughly, bobbing over its length while kneading his balls and reaching between his legs to tease his crack.

The tension in Craig's nuts was building quickly. He grabbed the back of Buddy's head to hold it still and rolled his hips, fucking the muscle man's face. Women were supposed to hate that, but men were different.

Buddy went with it, jerking Craig's sliding shaft and squeezing his tight balls, pushing him closer to an explosive climax.

The cum was boiling in Craig's nuts when Buddy pulled away. "You wanna come in my mouth? Or fuck my ass?"

"Oh Jeez!" Craig's cock was throbbing, but he managed to pull back from the edge.

Buddy grinned. "That's what I thought." He stood up. "Let's go to bed."

"Okay." Craig's heart pounded as he pulled up his briefs and jeans, leaving his swollen pole sticking straight up. He'd jacked off while watching videos of women, and men, getting buttfucked, but had never expected to stick his dick up a real asshole.

Buddy took Craig's hand and led him toward the bedroom. "Do you have lube?"

"Uh . . . No."

"That's all right." Buddy got his suitcase out of the closet and took out a little plastic squeeze bottle. "I do."

The bedroom held a double bed, a dresser, a straight chair, and a small desk supporting Craig's laptop. Craig undressed while Buddy took the quilt off the bed and set it on the dresser.

Buddy peeled his tee-shirt off and dropped it on top of the quilt, then grinned at Craig's stiff pole. "I bet you'll like my asshole better than your girlfriend's pussy."

"Uh . . ." Craig was terrified. He had no idea how to fuck an ass.

"Don't worry." Buddy was reading Craig's mind again. "It's easy." He lay on his back in the middle of the bed, then folded his knees against his chest, displaying the little puckered hole between his buttocks. "Just grease your dick and stick it up my asshole. It isn't hidden, the way a pussy is."

"All right." Craig picked up the squeeze bottle and squirted a big blob of lube into the palm of his hand, then stroked his painfully hard cock, coating it with the slick gel. He knelt on the bed between Buddy's lifted ankles, gripped his rod, and pressed its head into Buddy's butthole.

Jeez! It was SO tight! The pressure on his cock-head was unbelievable. He pushed forward, gradually stretching Buddy's anal ring.

"You don't have to be gentle," Buddy said. "I'm a big tough guy. You're not going to hurt me."

"Okay." Craig didn't quite believe Buddy. He carefully applied more pressure. He was startled when Buddy swung his buttocks up, driving Craig's hard-on all the way up his ass.

"Fuck!" Craig's cock throbbed and he was afraid he was going to come. He held still, fighting to hold back. After a few seconds, the urgency faded. He looked down at his stiff rod buried between Buddy's butt cheeks in amazement. He'd never seen anything so sexy.

"Good, huh?" Buddy asked. "Better than your girlfriend's pussy?" His anal muscles gripped Craig's swollen pole even more tightly.

"Yeah." Craig couldn't imagine anything hotter or tighter than Buddy's butt. "Amazing." He wasn't a virgin anymore. His cock was buried in another person's body. That was the most amazing thing. But it was even more amazing that he'd lost his virginity with another man.

"So, you gonna fuck me for real?" Buddy rolled his hips, shifting Craig's rod in his asshole. "I want a good hard ride."

"Oh yeah." Craig drew back until his cock-head was barely inside Buddy's entrance and then pushed back into his depths. It felt so good! So much better than his hand. Infinitely better than Janet rubbing him through his pants. He started fucking Buddy with long slow strokes, sending waves of pleasure surging through his body.

He'd watched a lot of straight porn, working his stiff pole while fantasizing about his sliding cock in Janet's pussy. Buddy didn't have swaying breasts, but the sight of his stiff dick jerking in time with Craig's thrusts was just as sexy. Maybe more sexy . . .

Craig went faster, pulling almost out and then driving home, bouncing his balls against Buddy's butt cheeks. "That's right!" Buddy gasped, swinging his buttocks in time with Craig's plunging pole.

Suddenly, Craig's cock slipped out of Buddy's ass. Without thinking, he grabbed his hot rod and pushed it back inside. His hard-on went in easily. He took a few more rough strokes and then slipped out again.

This time, he pushed his cock-head through Buddy's anal ring, stopped just inside, and then pulled back out. He did that a few more times, almost carried away by the pleasure produced by the pressure on his knob. Then, he went back to buttfucking Buddy hard and fast.

"Man, you're a good fucker," Buddy gasped. "Your girlfriend is really lucky!"

"I'M really lucky." The tension in Craig's balls built as he hammered Buddy's ass. "You're the hottest . . ."

"Piece of ass?" Buddy rolled his hips in time with Craig's rough thrusts.

"Yeah," Craig grunted. "The hottest piece of ass . . . Man! I'm getting close."

"Come on! I'm ready for a big hot load—" Buddy gasped as Craig's first shot exploded from his straining cock. "Oh yeah! Shoot it!" He groaned and shook as Craig emptied his boiling balls with a dozen rough thrusts.

Craig finally stopped with his rod buried deep inside Buddy's hot tight cum-slick asshole. "Wow! That was so great . . ."

"Great for me, too." Buddy was grinning. "Did I spoil you for women?"

The muscle man's hard body and stiff cock were SO fucking sexy! Craig surprised himself by bending forward and kissing Buddy, hard and dirty.

Buddy seemed surprised, too. He resisted for an instant as Craig thrust his tongue into his mouth, but then returned the kiss aggressively.

It was WAY different from kissing Janet. Buddy's beard stubble was startling, but overpoweringly sexy. The way he used his tongue and lips was rough, primal, and male. Not the way Janet liked him to kiss her.

Craig laughed shakily. "Not spoiled for women, but . . ." His cock had softened in Buddy's ass, but it had grown rock-hard again. He still wasn't sure if he was gay, but he really liked man-on-man sex!

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.

After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.

I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years. I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction for most of my life. I posted my first story, "Cowboys Don't Kiss," on Literotica in August of 2003.

I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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