My Personal Fag (MM, 1st-gay-expr, oral)

[AB-2007]

(MM, 1st-gay-expr, oral)

It started out as a fucking lark, honest to god. I mean I wanna
puke just thinking about a guy sticking his dick in to another
guy's brown hole. I can't even think about a hot chick sitting on
the can taking a turd, much less sticking my dick in some guy's
shit hole.

But even with that said, when in my first year at Foothill Junior
College, I met this guy named Brandon I struck up a friendship. We
were in line together registering for classes.

Brandon was a good looking guy and we hit it off right away I
thought, what the hell, he'd make a perfect chick cruising buddy
after hours.

So I suggested that we become roomies and take a student apartment
near campus so we could get some serious partying done.

That's when he fessed up. He said that he knew what I expected,
that I wanted a wingman who would know when to help out and when
not to, but that he wasn't that guy.

Brandon told me that he thought I was cool and that we would
probably make great roommates, but that he was gay and all the
womanizing would have to be on my part, because he wasn't into
women.

Well, I was blown away because all the talk up until then had been
normal, and with Brandon's looks I was planning on using him to
get some real chick action that year.

But if the truth be known, I was going to college on a VERY tight
budget and needed a roommate to make ends meet, so I told him that
I didn't care if he was gay. I even made some kind of joke about
not having to put up with the competition.

Anyway, we moved into a place two blocks off campus and he did his
thing and I did mine. It all worked out pretty well, because he
would disappear when I brought a chick around to bonk and when he
was getting some action he usually went to the other guy's place.
So all in all things were pretty great.

Then one afternoon...

It was at mid term and I'd just blown a test that I couldn't afford to
mess up on and I was pretty fucking depressed. I took my
girlfriend out for a sandwich and was planning on a good time that
night to help me forget my troubles when just before it was time
to decide, her place or mine, we got into a screeching fight.

Most of the screeching was coming from her. I forgot that it was
her birthday and she felt that I didn't take our relationship
seriously enough if I couldn't even remember something like that.

Well, I didn't take our relationship all that seriously. She was a
good fuck and knew how to please a guy in bed, but other than the
sex part I didn't really know her all that well, and frankly I
didn't really care about all that relationship crap. We were just
22, what did she want, marriage or something?

That attitude is what screwed me, that and the fact that I was in
no mood to fuck around and pretend that I cared. To make a long
story short, I ended up walking home a little too drunk and with
no pussy in sight.

I was pretty buzzed by the time I got home. I figured that I'd
have another beer and go sit out in the back yard and work on my
tan and feel sorry for myself. Fucking women!

I stripped out of my clothes and put on my sunning trunks which
are pretty skimpy, no reason to cover up more that you need to
when working on your tan. Right?

I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and headed down stairs to the
back yard for a couple hours of sunning, and there was Brandon
lying on a lounger all splayed out and covered with suntan oil. I
plopped down on the longer next to him and began moaning about
what a fickle bitch I'd been dating.

He listened and made agreeing noises which had the effect of
calming me down. I told Brandon that I was breaking it off with
her, that all I'd needed was a sympathetic ear and a little good
sex to get through my current depression and what had she done,
she'd trashed me, that's what she'd done.

Brandon asked what was bugging me to make me so upset. He knew
me well enough to know that missing out on a little nookie with a
chick wouldn't put me in such a pissed off state. I told him that
I'd fucked up on my mid terms and that I wasn't sure if I could
make it up.

I remember thinking at that moment that I felt good. Even if my
girlfriend was a bitch and I wasn't going to hook up with her
anymore, well, it didn't seem to matter at that moment. Anyway
there were lots of other chicks in the sea, like Sharon, she had
awfully nice tits, and I bet she'd be as tight as a vice with all
that working out she always was doing.

Then I realized that I had a hard-on from thinking about Sharon's
bod and I guiltily looked over at Brandon and froze. He was
sitting there with his feet on the ground looking at me, I mean
looking at the bulge in my trunks. That's when I felt the light
breeze wafting across the head of my exposed prick and suddenly
realized that I'd grown out beyond the elastic waistband of my
trunks.

I quickly glanced down my chest and saw to my horror that I was
sticking out at least a coupe of inches. My first thought was,
'Fuck! Brandon's gay, I better cover up!' But what actually
happened I'll blame on being buzzed and frustrated by being
cheated out of getting some sex with my girlfriend.

Instead of covering up, I just lay there with my mast sticking out
beyond my swim trunks. I didn't say anything, I just let Brandon
look. Then finally he tore his eyes away and looked into mine. I
just looked back at him and kept silent. I watched as Brandon
stood and pulled his shorts off.

The he knelt beside me and tugged my trunks down to below my balls
and without hesitation he leaned in and took me in his mouth. The
lounger I was lying on tipped over and we were wrestling naked on
the grass, Brandon sucking away on me like his life depended upon
it.

I remember the feeling as he sank down over my prick, all the way
to the root. I felt my prick head slide past his swirling tongue
and into his throat. It was like a little piece of heaven. Then my
body arched as Brandon started to fuck me with his mouth and
throat. His head bobbed up and down, faster and faster.

I couldn't believe the sensations Brandon's expert blowjob was
eliciting from me. I'd never had a blowjob this good in my entire
life. I helplessly grabbed his ears and went to town on his mouth.
I think for a moment I forgot that this was my roommate's mouth
and I started to violently fuck his face with an urgency I hadn't
known in a long time.

Then I was cumming like a freight train. I remember thinking in
the back of my mind that Brandon's mouth and throat were a better
fuck that any woman I'd ever had.

As my cum erupted in hot blast after blast, my body jerked with
the ecstasy of release and I grunted with each jet in
satisfaction.



As it turned out, Brandon liked being used roughly. That was his
thing, being dominated by a strong aggressive partner. Also as it
turned out, I used Brandon as a sex partner for a full two months.
I loved that mouth of his and wanted to get at it at every
opportunity.

It was only after this hot new chick transferred to our school and
took an interest in me that I finally started sharing my time
between her and Brandon.

Even now a full year later I still make time to dominate Brandon
every once in a while. He has taught me what a good blowjob can be
like and I've been able to teach a chick or two a couple of
interesting things that has only served to make them better
cocksuckers.

What started out as a lark became a life style. Go figure.

END

[horny4life]

Excellent story, I enjoyed that immensely.

[captain lippy]

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I'm sorry... when I asked you on the other post if you had written about this subject before, I hadn't seen this one yet :-(

Excellent as always.


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[vinney]

Nice story captain lippy... surprising what a partially exposed cock can do to some folk...

well written AB and an enjoyable read...

vinney

[Janus]

Nice story...Very nice story......

Thanks AB....

Janus