Just Another Night with a Straight Man
"Dude—where are my lucky, black CK briefs?” my hot-as-fuck roommate Kyle shouted from his bedroom while combing through the underwear shelf in his closet. “I need those briefs for my date tonight with that new bitch from Tinder.”
“I might have borrowed them,” I answered feebly as I entered Kyle’s room.
“Borrowed them?” he exclaimed incredulously, his towel barely covering his junk. “Why the fuck would you wear my good underwear?”
“Well, I didn’t exactly wear them,” I started to explain.
“Just go get my fucking briefs,” he barked, losing his patience. “I need to get dressed.”
I promptly went to my room and retrieved his CK briefs from where they were balled up under my bed. Scrambling back to Kyle’s room, I handed them to him.
“Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed, examining the briefs. “There’s something dried and crusty all over them. Wait a fucking minute—have you been using my briefs as a cum catcher?”
“I can—I can explain,” I began to stammer.
“You don’t need to explain,” Kyle sneered. “All my friends have been telling me that you’re in love with me—and masturbating with my briefs proves it.”
“I’m n-n-not in love with you,” I stuttered.
“Christ, you can’t even deny it convincingly,” he scoffed. “Look—I don’t have time for this shit right now. I need to get ready for my date so I can get some fucking pussy tonight. We can talk about this later.”
With my tail tucked between my legs, I retreated to my room and listened as Kyle hurriedly dressed for his date, slammed the front door, and sped out of the driveway. I thought of sneaking back into his room and procuring another pair of his briefs in which to rub out a load, imagining Kyle fucking me instead of the Tinder bitch, but decided not to risk it.
It was late when Kyle returned home. I was already asleep and was awoken by a soft rapping at my door. “Can I come in?” asked Kyle, my bedroom door creaking open.
“I’m sorry about your briefs,” I apologized, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in bed. “I’ll go out tomorrow and buy you another—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Kyle interrupted. “I’m sorry for overreacting. We’ve been best friends since high school, and you know that I don’t give a shit that you’re gay, but I don’t think it’s healthy to be in love with me when you know I’m straight.”
“Honestly—I’m not in love with you,” I lied again, knowing he didn’t believe me. “What—what happened with the Tinder bitch?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Did you get in her snatch?”
“Nah,” he dismissed, adjusting his package. “She said she doesn’t fuck on the first date. I couldn’t even get her to suck me off after dropping eighty bucks on dinner.”
“Fuckin’ bitch,” I sympathized, trying not to stare at the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Yeah, well—I’m gonna go rub one out and hit the sack,” Kyle announced, taking leave. “See you in the morning.”
Through the wall, I listened as Kyle got ready for bed—washing his face and brushing his teeth in his bathroom, the water shutting on and off. The idea of him jacking alone in his bed was absurd, considering that I was more than willing to give up my ass to him. In a flash, I put a plan into action.
Stripping out of my briefs, I grabbed some lube from my bed table, greased up my hole, and sprinted to Kyle’s room. Through a crack in the bathroom door, I could see him spitting out mouthwash into the sink. Quickly, I positioned myself on the edge of Kyle’s bed, my eager ass presented for his use and enjoyment.
“The fuck?” Kyle exclaimed, entering his darkened bedroom in only a pair of briefs, a shaft of light from the bathroom illuminating my ready hole.
I made no response, for no words would be sufficient to convince this straight man to fuck me. Rather, I put my faith in the primal laws of a****l desire. Kyle’s cock had spent all day eagerly anticipating fucking some pussy, and yet it hadn’t happened. However, another hole was instantly available to him—a wet, warm, eager hole. All Kyle had to do was mount the hole and make it his. But would he?
Kyle’s hand was suddenly at the small of my back. A thick finger trailed down my ass crack and circled the puckered folds of my wet hole before finding it’s way inside me. Kyle was simply testing the waters, discovering that ass can feel just like pussy—maybe even better. His finger withdrew, and there came a fumbling as Kyle pulled off his briefs. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer to him. A slight pressure at my orifice and—WHAM—Kyle was inside me.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, thrusting balls deep inside me. I bit my lip, trying not to squeal in delight, knowing that his cock had to be at least nine inches to achieve the depth at which he had reached inside my void.
Foreplay is never on the menu when a straight guy fucks a dude for the first time, and Kyle was no exception. Like a fuck machine, he revved his engine and went from zero to sixty in about three seconds. Pushing my head down to the mattress and raising my ass, Kyle began to jackhammer the living shit out of me with a violent intensity.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to moan and scream and tell him how fucking good his big dick felt inside me. But I was afraid to break the spell. In that moment, I wasn’t me—Kyle’s best friend and roommate. Instead, I was an object, an inanimate void in which Kyle could dump his seed. And from the way he was using my eager hole, it wouldn’t take long.
“Fuck. I’m about to bust,” Kyle announced urgently. “HOLY FUCK . . . SHIT,” he growled as his cock erupted and flooded my guts. His sweaty body collapsed upon me, pushing me down onto the bed, as his balls reached empty.
“Christ, I needed that,” Kyle exclaimed as he rolled off me and onto the bed. “That was way better than pussy.”
Raising myself off the bed, I started to leave for my bedroom. Having been fucked by more straight guys than I could ever dare to count, I knew that it was time to make my exit once the deed was done. Straight guys never want to see your face after breeding your ass.
“Wait—where are you going?” asked Kyle as he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. “I like to cuddle after sex, if that’s okay with you?”
“Sure,” I answered, taken aback. “I’d like that.”
“Why don’t you plan on sleeping in my bed tonight?” Kyle suggested, his hand caressing my back, his beard tickling my cheek. “I’d love to wake up to you riding my morning wood.”
“I might have borrowed them,” I answered feebly as I entered Kyle’s room.
“Borrowed them?” he exclaimed incredulously, his towel barely covering his junk. “Why the fuck would you wear my good underwear?”
“Well, I didn’t exactly wear them,” I started to explain.
“Just go get my fucking briefs,” he barked, losing his patience. “I need to get dressed.”
I promptly went to my room and retrieved his CK briefs from where they were balled up under my bed. Scrambling back to Kyle’s room, I handed them to him.
“Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed, examining the briefs. “There’s something dried and crusty all over them. Wait a fucking minute—have you been using my briefs as a cum catcher?”
“I can—I can explain,” I began to stammer.
“You don’t need to explain,” Kyle sneered. “All my friends have been telling me that you’re in love with me—and masturbating with my briefs proves it.”
“I’m n-n-not in love with you,” I stuttered.
“Christ, you can’t even deny it convincingly,” he scoffed. “Look—I don’t have time for this shit right now. I need to get ready for my date so I can get some fucking pussy tonight. We can talk about this later.”
With my tail tucked between my legs, I retreated to my room and listened as Kyle hurriedly dressed for his date, slammed the front door, and sped out of the driveway. I thought of sneaking back into his room and procuring another pair of his briefs in which to rub out a load, imagining Kyle fucking me instead of the Tinder bitch, but decided not to risk it.
It was late when Kyle returned home. I was already asleep and was awoken by a soft rapping at my door. “Can I come in?” asked Kyle, my bedroom door creaking open.
“I’m sorry about your briefs,” I apologized, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in bed. “I’ll go out tomorrow and buy you another—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Kyle interrupted. “I’m sorry for overreacting. We’ve been best friends since high school, and you know that I don’t give a shit that you’re gay, but I don’t think it’s healthy to be in love with me when you know I’m straight.”
“Honestly—I’m not in love with you,” I lied again, knowing he didn’t believe me. “What—what happened with the Tinder bitch?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Did you get in her snatch?”
“Nah,” he dismissed, adjusting his package. “She said she doesn’t fuck on the first date. I couldn’t even get her to suck me off after dropping eighty bucks on dinner.”
“Fuckin’ bitch,” I sympathized, trying not to stare at the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Yeah, well—I’m gonna go rub one out and hit the sack,” Kyle announced, taking leave. “See you in the morning.”
Through the wall, I listened as Kyle got ready for bed—washing his face and brushing his teeth in his bathroom, the water shutting on and off. The idea of him jacking alone in his bed was absurd, considering that I was more than willing to give up my ass to him. In a flash, I put a plan into action.
Stripping out of my briefs, I grabbed some lube from my bed table, greased up my hole, and sprinted to Kyle’s room. Through a crack in the bathroom door, I could see him spitting out mouthwash into the sink. Quickly, I positioned myself on the edge of Kyle’s bed, my eager ass presented for his use and enjoyment.
“The fuck?” Kyle exclaimed, entering his darkened bedroom in only a pair of briefs, a shaft of light from the bathroom illuminating my ready hole.
I made no response, for no words would be sufficient to convince this straight man to fuck me. Rather, I put my faith in the primal laws of a****l desire. Kyle’s cock had spent all day eagerly anticipating fucking some pussy, and yet it hadn’t happened. However, another hole was instantly available to him—a wet, warm, eager hole. All Kyle had to do was mount the hole and make it his. But would he?
Kyle’s hand was suddenly at the small of my back. A thick finger trailed down my ass crack and circled the puckered folds of my wet hole before finding it’s way inside me. Kyle was simply testing the waters, discovering that ass can feel just like pussy—maybe even better. His finger withdrew, and there came a fumbling as Kyle pulled off his briefs. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer to him. A slight pressure at my orifice and—WHAM—Kyle was inside me.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, thrusting balls deep inside me. I bit my lip, trying not to squeal in delight, knowing that his cock had to be at least nine inches to achieve the depth at which he had reached inside my void.
Foreplay is never on the menu when a straight guy fucks a dude for the first time, and Kyle was no exception. Like a fuck machine, he revved his engine and went from zero to sixty in about three seconds. Pushing my head down to the mattress and raising my ass, Kyle began to jackhammer the living shit out of me with a violent intensity.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to moan and scream and tell him how fucking good his big dick felt inside me. But I was afraid to break the spell. In that moment, I wasn’t me—Kyle’s best friend and roommate. Instead, I was an object, an inanimate void in which Kyle could dump his seed. And from the way he was using my eager hole, it wouldn’t take long.
“Fuck. I’m about to bust,” Kyle announced urgently. “HOLY FUCK . . . SHIT,” he growled as his cock erupted and flooded my guts. His sweaty body collapsed upon me, pushing me down onto the bed, as his balls reached empty.
“Christ, I needed that,” Kyle exclaimed as he rolled off me and onto the bed. “That was way better than pussy.”
Raising myself off the bed, I started to leave for my bedroom. Having been fucked by more straight guys than I could ever dare to count, I knew that it was time to make my exit once the deed was done. Straight guys never want to see your face after breeding your ass.
“Wait—where are you going?” asked Kyle as he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. “I like to cuddle after sex, if that’s okay with you?”
“Sure,” I answered, taken aback. “I’d like that.”
“Why don’t you plan on sleeping in my bed tonight?” Kyle suggested, his hand caressing my back, his beard tickling my cheek. “I’d love to wake up to you riding my morning wood.”
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